Prompt two response: April 4th, 2015. The day everything changed. Ever since that day, I've been different. I don't see things the same way anymore. It all happened after the Duke-Michigan State game. We were 38-0, there was no way they could beat us. We looked like a professional team compared to everyone else. But then, throughout the course of two hours, I saw my dreams torn in half like some sort of piece of paper with "Naylan's heart" written on it. Ever since the day Wisconsin beat us in the final four I have developed an intense hatred for all things Wisconsin. Aaron Rodgers? Hate him. Cheese? Hate it. Frank Kaminsky? Hate him. I don't understand what God was thinking when he allowed our all-stars to be beaten by a group of pale, un-athletic, badgers. I went to bed early that night in hopes of sleeping my pain off but I just woke up to meme after meme mocking us. "Hahahahaha 38-1" they said. "Overrated" they chanted. "One-and-done can't win!" they insisted. I just listened. Took it all.
Ever since that horrendous night, I have waited. I have waited for a team to come along to revive the feelings I felt in 2012. I don't exactly remember what it feels like to be happy, but Saturday morning reminded me of what it feels like to be crushed. As Lonzo Ball put his finger to his mouth, I felt a hatred that I thought only Sam Dekker could conjure. Will this year be the year my depression can be cleared? That's up to Malik Monk.
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