So I’m stuck in traffic on the runway in Atlanta this afternoon — which, correct me if I’m wrong, kind of defeats the purpose of flying — and the gentleman next to me spots the West Virginia University men’s basketball media guide as I’m writing the preview for Wednesday night’s game.

Obviously, he wondered what the hell happened Saturday night.

Him: What the hell happened Saturday night?
Me: …I’m not exactly sure I can summarize my surprise. It’d be like you won the lottery even though you didn’t know you bought a ticket. But only the complete opposite.
Him: (Confused look)
Me: I mean, you just never saw that coming. Ever. What I can tell you is that an entire state and fan base is completely devastated.
Him: ‘Ya think?

His simplicity was deep. I think there is devastation, but I don’t know for certain. How could I know? I’d like to think my Cleveland connection would give me some insight, but I’m guessing that is a fate far less cruel.

I do know, however, that putting my thoughts into words really helped me get over some stuff. Consider this my prescription for your recovery. Post a comment here and share with everyone your thoughts and feelings, your stories about dreams becoming nightmares.

Don’t stop there, either. Help heal the Mountaineer nation by sending this along and encouraging others to do the same. It’s group therapy. I’m here for you and you’re there for everyone who wants to chime in. I think it’ll help … or your money back.

P.S.
A graphic and only after 148 posts!