We all now have an inkling of what Marie Antoinette felt the evening before the worst day in her life. Of course no one will literally die tomorrow, but the metaphoric blows may be almost as painful. For example, it is said that athletic contests can be a metaphor for life. The success or failure of our favorite teams can impact our existence in proportion to the degree of investment we have in the outcome. And we UConn fans are nothing if not rabid. We simply regard ourselves as the best fans in the world, and we have good cause. So far.
Certainly we were led up to this season with visions of sugar plums, the expectation that we would have ringside seats for viewing a team for the ages. In addition to the very good group we had last season (all of whom were returning), we were adding players of impeccable credentials. Having nearly reached the apex of wcbb, this year we would get there. No other team would come close.
Ah, but the fickle finger of fortune seems to have turned thumbs down. At least Marie knew what would happen to her; we do not know (yet).
And that's a good thing. We can win tomorrow if only we can act like who we really are: a deep, talented, motivated, well-prepared team. We shouldn't count on CW going off for 31, or Paige going off for 34, or Azzi emerging at last to rain 3's on an unsuspecting group of Gamecockies. We need something from everyone. Let's not lose our heads.