So… this is all just happening, huh? We’re just… not doing sports anymore? Sports are cancelled?

What a world we live in. Not even referring to the world currently experiencing a global pandemic. I’m talking about the world that is coming to the harsh reality that we NEED sports in order to function.

In the last 90 minutes, 4 people have just left my office. No explanation, no cough, just got up and left. And typically this is something I’d make a mental note of to silently hold against them forever, despite the fact I’ll likely do the same thing before the month is over. But not this time. This time, I totally get it.

I’m empty inside. Having my phone buzz, not for a text, but for update after update of every NCAA Conference Tournament being cancelled will do something to a person. It’s death by a thousand cuts.

The worst part, despite each notification, a glimmer of light continued to show through. The Big East. A beacon of hope. Proof that if you stand for nothing, you fall for anything. A conference so religiously based, that I actually considered going to church again for a moment.

Then…

And just like that, it’s over.

So now what? Do we gamble on Madden? Not opposed.

Do I go outside? I could, but I’m low on SPF 70.

Do I read a book? Last time I did that, my parents paid $200k to a school, I don’t want to take that risk on their behalf again. The stock market is plummetting, and I’m not sure what their finances look like.

So I don’t have the answer.

I know, you were hoping for direction, but I am without a map.

You were looking for light, but my roommate hasn’t paid the electric bill in three months.

And if not light now, at least light at the end of the tunnel. But unfortunately that’s just a detailed painting on the side of a mountain.

I have nothing to give but my words.

I just hope that’s enough.