Four months. Twenty-two games. And just like that, it's over.
Last night our Buhler Lady Crusaders lost a heartbreaker to McPherson. It was the third time we played them this season, and I was oh-so hoping that my high school coach (and Buhler legend) was correct when he said it was hard to beat a team three times.
It is hard. But McPherson was - simply put - better. Our girls left it all on the floor and made it an exciting game. It was a game filled with hope, but also a game filled with sadness as the final seconds ticked down and the realization of our season ending sunk in.
Trying to comfort us, a fan walked over to the head coach's wife and myself joking that we now get our husbands back. He truly was trying to ease our heartache, but we both shook out heads, telling him this is the time of year when you don't want to see much of your husband. The time of year when you forget about waking up super duper early to squeeze in a run so hubs can jet off to summer camp or practice; when you forget all about the 6 a.m. to 7 p.m. long days those first two weeks of the season; when you forget about staying up super duper late for hubs' arrival home after an away game, only to stay up longer to listen to his strategies and scouting reports for the next game; when you forget about traveling 8 hours in 10 hours time and taking up an entire Saturday to watch that said chance try to extend the basketball season.
Each season keeps going faster. I'm sure it's because our kidlets are easier to take care of and we have a great time traveling to as many games as possible. But I'm also sure it's that thing called time and age...and the magical way it speeds up as we get older.
Here are the final Conkling stats for the 2015-16 basketball season. (you can click on each pic to expand the "stats!") Our final statistics include: lots of popcorn; lots of suckers; lots of PBJ dinners; lots of coloring sheets and crayons; constant humming of band songs; and two of the cutest Lady Crusader fans that you'll ever find, as they adore "their" girls, but are even more in adoration of their favorite coach - daddy. (this mama agrees!)