Stacey’s Slice of Life Story: Jacob’s Pillow HERE I COME!
We stayed up late last night to watch the final game between Kansas and Memphis. Only two points separated Marc and I from one another in our little bracket contest. I was behind Marc by two points because I had Duke making it ’til the end (with Kansas winning). If the Jayhawks didn’t win, then I’d be driving around a golf cart for one upcoming round of golf (for him). If the Jayhawks did win, then Marc would find himself at Jacob’s Pillow once this summer. Regardless, someone was going to lose last night.
I was dozing on the couch, trying to keep my eyes open. Every now and then I’d hear the announcers say something that made me perk up (e.g., a three-point shot). I thought it was over until I heard that they were going into overtime! This was my final chance, I thought!
I dozed-off a couple more times during the short, five-minute overtime. I was awoken to Marc saying, “You won Stace. We’re going to Jacob’s Pillow.”
A smile spread across my face.
We shook hands, but I confessed to Marc, “I don’t feel like I won if I beat you.”
He nodded. “I know. I would’ve felt the same way,” he admitted.
There’s something a bit satisfying about winning the pool, but it doesn’t feel like a true victory when you beat someone that you love.
Final 1 2 OT T
Kansas #1 « 33 30 12 75
Memphis #1 28 35 5 68
Nonetheless, after many years of wanting to see what Jacob’s Pillow was all about, I’m going this summer!