There are Hokies who thought the streak would end, and then there are liars. Four-straight losses in the cold months, three at home, would break lesser souls fluffed up after fourteen-straight. And for the latter, that's OK.
This loss would have destroyed me. I would've been an even a more miserable curmudgeon for the next 360-whatever days. By all accounts, should sanity prevail, that's really bad. Financially I'm secure. I'm healthy (albeit overweight). I have a family that loves me. A football game should not dictate happiness. Maslow's hierarchy of needs didn't include 'wins against Virginia' though.
Bad. Illogical. No Joe, that's effing insane.
Feel free to double-down on what's bonkers and unexplainable though.
There's everything that matters and what doesn't. I'm fortunate to have an abundance of the former, but I obsess over the latter — and then there's wins over the Cavaliers. That's next-level.
Good night, Virginia.