Couldn’t resist tuning into the West Virginia-Texas football game Saturday, thinking that that could have been the University of Louisville on the big stage in Austin. Texas. UofL fans are still hurting from the lack of an invitation to the Big 12 Conference.
The emotion attached to watching the game reminded one of a kid during his teenage years one night in a movie theater. The girl he worshipped was there on a date with the neighborhood tough guy, an individual the kid tolerated only because he was so much bigger.
The kid made every effort to stay interested in the movie. Try as he would, however, it was impossible not to be distracted by the scene a seven rows to the front and six seats to the right against the wall, this character and the kid’s dream girl wrapped together from the opening scene. No ride home, no escape, forced to endure. Long, slow, agonizing, burning humiliation.
Their relationship wouldn’t last long, the principles not having much in common. The bully would pursue other conquests, the girl could continue to be nice to the kid. Friendly and teasing but never encouraging. Forced to accept who he was in her eyes, the kid would move along, too, fortunately discovering that life would provide many other opportunities. Thankful today for a decades-long commitment from another young lady.
Yes, it hurts that West Virginia is in the Big 12 Conference and that Louisville remains in the Big East. But if there’s anything that the conference reshuffling and turbulence over the years has taught us, it is that the landscape will continue to change and there will be other opportunities. That’s what we kept telling ourselves anyway as we endured the Texas-West Virginia broadcast.