Jayhawk Nostalgia
I'm a Kansas Jayhawk's basketball fan.
In college I was extreme.
I went to almost every game.
I would sit for hours waiting to get in, or better yet,
I would sit by some nice guy who sat for hours to get in.
I wore the Jayhawk tattoo on my cheek during the games.
I was thrown up during the Jayhawk cheer, before it got banned.
If the game was close near the end, I would close my eyes until I would hear cheers.
One of the games in the early 90's when we played Indiana, I nearly passed out for screaming so loud after Jacque Vaughn hit a three point shot winning the game.
yeah... that was me.
So yesterday when a friend of mine ask me if I wanted to go to last night's KU game,
I was on it!
Called my hubby, called the baby sitter.
Bam. I was going.
Nostalgia.
The last time I went to a KU game was after my daughter was born.
During the scoreboard introduction, I cried.
Yes, cried. Yes, I cry a lot since having kids, but during the intro to the start of the game?
Having kids, I forgot a piece of me.
I piece of me that loved sports, loved KU basketball.
It brought me to tears, because I remembered. I liked that part of me.
Last night I didn't cry, I had a lump in my throat during the introduction,
but I didn't cry. The intro is that good.
The game was great. I enjoyed it with some wonderful gals.
I love KU basketball.
I'm not the fanatic, like I once was.
I'm okay with that.