For as long as I can remember, I’ve cherished going to Rupp Arena. When I was young, it was a place I could watch a good (or, during the Billy G years, a decent) basketball game, but I could also eat a hot dog, watch the dance team and have a chance to win a free t-shirt. As an elementary schooler, those things were just as important as the game itself. As I got older, walking into Rupp Arena became more stressful as I became more and more invested in the success of the team wearing blue. Still, it was always a treat.
A senior night I’ll always remember – My own.
