27 years ago this month I was finishing up my fourth year at the University of Louisville School of Medicine. Being from Eastern Kentucky I grew up a Wildcat fan, but feeling welcomed by the people of a city I had long look at through squinting eyes, I knew well before tip off in Dallas, that I bled red.
From the early days of the McCrays, I was a convert to the Louisville fan base. But I have found that fandom can be a singularly selfish kingdom. The loss of anticipated glory from vicarious victories can turn normal people vicious. Just ask poor Steve Bartman.
But there is another side to being a fan that is all too rarely seen. There are special times when normal people are mysteriously lifted above their self-centeredness, times when light shines in dark places. In regard to being a fan, this happens when the players we cheer for become more dear to us than any victories they may bring.
During this tournament, we have heard a few comments about playing, "angry". Even our own logo has a somewhat menacing appearance. But this team has shown us that there is a motivation stronger than anger. The power that comes in choosing to let go of what is best for me in exchange for the chance to fight for what is best for someone else is the greatest of all forces and the strongest of all bonds. These remarkable young man have demonstrated this to our city, our state, and our nation.
Win or lose, they have given us much more than an already tarnishing trophy. They've given us an example to follow at home, at work and at play.
God bless em and go Cards!
Greg Hudson Christ Care Pediatrics South Shore, KY.