Over the past year, I’ve been suffering from what I will call Post-Traumatic Regional Final Syndrome, or PTRFS for short. Do you remember last year? I remember last year. For a few reasons— 1) because it was my birthday and that shit quite literally ruined my day— my friend Sara had to drag me out of my house to go get drinks at The Berg, and 2) because the events of that godforsaken meet still make me angry.
Hell, as I watched the Utes come from behind in third place with one rotation to spare in their completely separate from Mizzou final on Saturday evening, I could still feel bits of rage bubbling up under the surface.