I started this journal the night we played the #1 team in the country.
I'm writing about 12 hours before we tip off for one of the biggest games that we've ever played. It's an official town holiday -- basketball hoops are all over the Union -- people are skipping class and changing profile pictures and I'm wondering how well I'm going to sleep tonight.
The uncertainty, the antsiness, the possibility is about to explode in my head. I wish I could see 14 hours ahead and know what I should write -- know which way it will be.