Weak weekend

This past weekend was simply brutal; as brutal as taking Kwame Brown with the top pick in the 2001 Draft. As brutal as the Detroit Tigers’ 119 loss campaign in 2003. As brutal as the Colts spurning the Baltimore faithful and ducking out in the cover of the night to Indianapolis in 1984. This was a historically brutal weekend.
As I stepped into the Jenny Craig Pavilion on Saturday it really hit me for the first time. This is the last game I may ever see Brandon Johnson play right before my eyes. I have had the distinct pleasure of watching him dismantle the WCC competition with supreme ease for the past three years.
As he and the three other seniors were honored at half court prior to the start of the game, I could not help but wonder what could have been. The ensuing game served as another painful reminder of missed opportunities. Everything seemed to go right in the 65-48 rout of hapless Pepperdine. The team worked so well together, moving in unison, poetically engineering a decisive beat down. The team teased the crowd with flashes of brilliance that once seemed inevitable only a few short months ago, but unfortunately never came to fruition.  I left the game in marvel of the talent that is leaving, and wondering how we will fill the massive void left by the departure of the greatest player USD has ever seen.
Sunday promised to be a day of excitement as the gold medal hockey game between the USA and Canada was the top priority on my list of things to do. For three hours I was riding a wave of pure adrenaline supplied by these immensely gifted tacticians of the ice. After 7:40 of intense overtime play, Sidney Crosby dashed my whimsical dream of seeing Team USA hoist their improbable gold medals above their heads. This team took me on a rollercoaster ride for the ages, only to have the ride stop just short of satisfying perfection.
The fetid cherry on top of the putrid sundae that was my weekend in sports was the 13-point lead my Denver Nuggets surrendered to the Los Angeles Lakers en route to a disappointing loss. The win that seemed intact through most of the game would have catapulted the Nuggets within reach of the top seed in the West, but only dropped them further behind in the standings. Because of the aforementioned hockey game, I was only able to watch bits of the game until the end, when I was able to witness the final collapse.
The sports weekend could not have gotten much worse. My teams showed me their immense potential, only to rip it away in complete disregard of my feelings. Maybe ignorance really is bliss.