One more note on basketball.
Last night, John and I left a game at halftime and ended up watching the second half from home. And the overtime. And the second overtime. And the third! And Middlebury lost, right at the end.
It was the kind of game that helps me understand why the use of the word “heartbreaking” in sports isn’t overly melodramatic hyperbole.
John, usually so chatty at the end of the day, said not a word. With a long last look at the screen and an equally long face, he grabbed a stuffed sheep, went to the wrong end of his bed, and went to sleep. Did the sheep help him feel better? Did the wrong end of the bed? Possibly the combination.
Anyway, I hope everyone else who was cheering for Midd had their own versions of stuffed sheep as well. That was a tough night.