Everyone loves a winner. Because winning cures everything. It cures frustration and fury and disappointment and depression and everything else in between. Winning ways will win you admiration and approval and applause and affection, not to mention esteem and honor. It’s an axiomatic truth; winning cures what ails us, and we have a lot of maladies that we need healing from.
When you’re winning, you’re conquering and overcoming and triumphing over your foes and your fears. And your fiercest foes may not be as dangerous as your deepest fears or your weariest woes.
This year, the North Carolina Tar Heels showed us how to win ugly. And even though it wasn’t pretty, it was beautiful. North Carolina avenged a last second, buzzer beater, gut wrenching loss to Villanova in last year’s final. And if that wasn’t a horrible way to lose, I don’t know what is.
This year, while Gonzaga may have been the sentimental favorite, it would have been awful and even cruel and unusual punishment for North Carolina to lose in the finals for a second year in a row. So the basketball gods asked the God of the universe for permission to let this one go Carolina’s way.
We all want God to right our wrongs and cure our ills and forgive our iniquities heal our diseases. Especially this time of year during early Spring, the time of the singing of the birds, when hope springs eternal. We all need a second chance, or more specifically, another chance, at life. After we slip up and trip up and mess up, we all need another shot at redemption. This is what we all hope and dream and strive for; atonement, renewal and restoration.
So don’t give up and don’t give in. Even when you lose a tough one, believe that you can bounce back and win the big one.