I was able to walk into last (Saturday) night's regional final at Maturi without knowing the result of the Gophers match with Oregon. I know about the marathon second Set they had, and once I saw that the Ducks blew the doors off the U., I turned away from any news source online that I could come across as they were scrolling the score. Somehow, I remained blissfully unaware of what happened.
That was the plan. I had a grave feeling they lost. But if I had learned in the wrong moment concretely they had lost, I would have lost my shit. So I didn't want to be in a foul mood going into work, let's just say. No, I would delay knowledge of the result as much as possible -- all the way to going to the game after work. At that point there would be nothing that would stop me from at least speculating on what happened. I mean, if there was no traffic around the U., I figured they lost because no Gopher fans would show up to see Oregon play Nebraska.
And you know what? Even though I parked my car and started walking just before the scheduled 5 p.m. start time, there was no traffic. They lost, I thought to myself. And that assumption was affirmed once I got my ticket scanned at Maturi. I looked up to see that I had missed the first point of the match -- between Nebraska ... and Oregon.
And I muttered to myself, un-fucking-believable.
I'll have more on the U. of M. flailing volleyball squad, but let's just say that since they got upset, I am now very upset. (Then again, I said the same thing on my last blog post.)
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