It’s 718 Miles to KC, we have tickets, 2 packs of cigarettes, it’s dusk, and my sunglasses cost $4.99 at a Pilot travel station

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I am an overly neurotic, easily swept up, narcissist.


NCAA Michigan Clemson Basketball
I’ve been drivin’ all night, my hand’s wet on the wheel

I am not, in the traditional sense, a fan of college basketball. We have spoken about this before.  I cannot experience the profound sense of elation experienced by those who have steadfastly been there through the climb of Michigan basketball.  I would be lying if I tried to write a story chronicling my happiness in a meaningful way. There are thousands who have enjoyed it more and deserve it more than I do.

There's a voice in my head that drives my heel
There’s a voice in my head that drives my heel

This Michigan team has often been referred to as “likeable”. A basic truth about sports and human nature is that winning, in any fashion, has a coincidental tendency to make a team more likeable. Maddening faults become embraceable, questionable attitudes become eccentric, and a lack of talent becomes a surplus of industrial strength grit. If I am going to bandwagon – and I am sprinting down the highway grasping at the tailgate of this bandwagon – I will at least be nakedly honest about it. This team is likeable because they are winning.

It's my baby callin', says I need you here
It’s my baby callin’, says I need you here

You can spin this last minute slapdash journey any way you want. I rationalize it as an atonement of sorts. I have ignored our basketball soldiers for too long. I have been apathetic to the men that wear the Maize and Blue. I will spill my bank account and gasoline along the concrete trail to Kansas City in honor of Courtney Sims and Bernard Robinson.

Or perhaps I just want to see scenic Kansas City.

And it's half past four and I'm shifting gear
And it’s half past four and I’m shifting gear

Provisions:

  • - 1 motor vehicle
  • -2 Packs, Camel Lights (re-stock in Indiana for cheaper prices)
  • - 1 coffee
  • - 1 pair, discount sunglasses
  • - 4 tickets, Michigan-Oklahoma
  • - $500 worth of ammunition in lieu of food – I hope to shoot enough bison to feed our party.
  • - Anti-dysentery medicine

We've got a thing that's called radar love
We’ve got a thing that’s called radar love

It is all too appropriate that my last minute plea for forgiveness from the cruel sports gods will likely end in a crushing defeat by a more powerful foe.

But win or lose, at least I’ll be able to add another city to the list of places I have gotten too drunk and vomited.

Go Blue, and godspeed.