Despite the fact that I picked JMU to win, and logically, I saw the task of beating JMU as a tough one for these young Mountain Hawks, starting over a dozen new names, emotionally I can't separate the logical and emotional sides of my brain very well. When the Lehigh offense was driving down the field with about a minute to play, I saw the win at the end of tunnel of light.
It would have made my day, given me a rush of adrenaline that would have carried me through the day, and perhaps a good chunk of the week.
But it didn't happen. The adrenal rush never happened. I drove home, the loss not sitting well with the Chinese food we ate, nor the breakfast I ate. The food didn't taste good. The tiredness took over.
Something funny happened, though, on the way to next week.
A spark of "faith" that after one game, things might be OK.
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