After watching the basketball game last night, I walked depressingly to Ryan’s volleyball game on campus.
This couple walked passed me, talking about some teacher–as if their teacher mattered at all at this moment.
I thought, What is wrong with you? Do you not even care about anything? Jimmer crushed our dreams today. He was not a superhero. He was a loser because he lost. If he’s a loser, what do you think you are? What do you think we all are?
I watched the BYU Men’s Volleyball team kill Hawaii in three sets. But I didn’t care. Ryan sprained his ankle yesterday–he didn’t play. But more importantly,* I was still upset because Jimmer lost.
When Ryan and I drove back from his volleyball game, Ryan said, “Hey, at least I’m number one now.”
I didn’t say anything.
“You know, since Jimmer lost.”
YEAH, I KNOW.
“Well,” I said. “I don’t know….” Because deep down, I still loved Jimmer, even though he really disappointed me. Even though he shot a hundred balls and only made 14 of them and got stuffed a thousand times. And had a billion turnovers in overtime.
“Okay, okay,” Ryan said. “At least it’s comforting to know that The Jimmer can make you upset too.”
“Yes, Ryan. He can.”
And Jimmer did. I had no idea my heart could hurt this much.