Today is the weirdest day I have ever experienced in my life of sports. Whether it is the day of Christmas, war times in America, or even at my grandma's funeral last year, sports have always been a part of my day. Regardless of which side of the debate you are to shut down sports, it's a fact that they are not being played today.
March Madness is my favorite sporting event. Nothing beats the 4 days of basketball Thursday thru Sunday. I have filled out a bracket (or 10) every year since 1994. I have been on several Cinderella rides with teams and towns as their kids merely get into the Big Dance. The excitement around these days is unmatched throughout the year. Taking it away was like ripping off a huge band-aid. I know it is necessary, but I know it is going to sting.
I feel for all the seniors who don't get their swan-song finale. I hate hearing the coaches hold back tears as they tell their kids and towns that "it is what it is." Hearing my colleagues ask, "What am I supposed to do for 2 months? What am I supposed to talk about?" puts me at a loss for words. I never knew how much I needed sports until they were all gone. It has only been 18 hours, but it already feels like an eternity.