...so far away. Another day, another loss. I could go on, but I might slip into a coma. I'm so sick of losing. So tired of looking for silver linings. So tired of looking for promise of a new day. We all saw rock bottom in the ML years. We saw false hope in the Pitino years. Now we're stuck in another rebuilding mode. I'm with Paul, I miss the big games. I'm usually the one preaching patience, but the losing is wearing on me. One shot, one turnover, one rebound, could have made the difference last night. But that's the way this year has gone thus far. So close, yet...
A win, a win. My kingdom for a win.