Right about the time that Erica's wounds from Vanderbilt's last-second loss in the NCAA tournament were starting to heal, or at least scab over, Michigan State inflicted a fresh wound on one of my favorite teams, the Maryland Terrapins. And in equally excruciating fashion at that.
Maryland had just mounted an unbelievable-had-I-not-seen-it-with-my-own-eyes comeback with a 10-0 run in less than a minute's time. The incomparable Greivis Vasquez scored on a runner to put the Terps ahead by one with six seconds left, and there was much joy in my brother's home as I jumped around and clapped feverishly to my three nieces' amusement/befuddlement.
And then Korie Lucious brought it all to a thundering end with a three-pointer at the buzzer that eliminated the Terps' Sweet 16 hopes.
Why again do we do this to ourselves?
If there's an upside it's that the presence of my impressionable nieces forced me to abandon my typically immature sports reactions and accept that the game was still thrilling even if the result was personally disappointing.
It was nothing that a little hula hooping in the spring weather couldn't mitigate if not altogether heal.
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