The Real Withey Block Party

To be a fan, crying in my beer, when everything was in place only hours ago. Every single Kansas basketball title has been won in a leap year, just like this year. Deja vu? In 2008 my wife was expecting a championship baby, just like this year. The Giants beat the Patriots in the Superbowl, just like this year. Self beat Calipari, just like…

We lost. History and tradition don’t play the games, the players do. The dunks rimmed out. The loose balls went the wrong way. There would be no #KUBoobs on Mass Street, no exhilaration, no rock chalk chants, no excessive celebration or shoulder dislocating high fives.

Instead? Consolation, pride, charm even, exuding from THE best coach in the business, our coach, Mr. Bill Self, win or lose.

Bill Self Press Conference, New Orleans

At age thirty six bliss is a rarity. I’ve seen it all. I’ve done it all. The Nirvanas, the Obamas, are far and few. Not Saturday night though, I got to be a bona fide fan, a true fanatic, on cloud nine.

Thank you Kansas Jayhawks, thank you.

By Seth Cole

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