For those of you who don’t know, I am a University of Kentucky graduate. I was born and raised in Kentucky from the 70s until the mid-80s. Kentucky was a much different place then. The religious lunatics and their republiKKKan fools didn’t start taking everything over until I was almost through college.
I left Kentucky behind me in 1987. I only went back occasionally to visit my Mom when I had the time since I was traveling the world in the Navy. As I free apart from the new Kentucky with its conservative ways, I knew that I would never go back once Mom was gone. Sadly that happened in February 2001. After I dealt with the house and furnishings, I was on my way out of Kentucky for good.
One constant throughout my life has been UK basketball. UK basketball is a religion in Kentucky because everyone follows it. UKBB was the last connection I had to my hometown and my home state. Each year is a new adventure. I was never one to scream for an NCAA Tournament Championship every year. I enjoy each game for the most part, and at the end of each year, I start to look forward to the next year.
Occasionally, there are seasons that no one predicted, and 2020-21 is one of those seasons. UK is playing with no passion. It’s like they don’t care if they win or lose. I don’t tell and scream at the tv. That would be pointless. I don’t criticize the players because, again, that does no good.
UK lost a game last night to Alabama. Alabama has an outstanding team that plays with the passion that UK lacks. Alabama beat UK by 20 in Lexington. I’m disappointed with the team, but I won’t worry about it. If things don’t turn around soon, UK will miss the NCAA Tournament, but again that is out of my control.
The fascinating part of all of this is that I wonder if I should watch any more games this year. The lack of passion from the team seems to be affecting my love as well. Perhaps it is time to let go of this last connection to Kentucky. After all, I’m never going back.