NOB HILL--Yes, I watched the game. Well, I watched all but the last 30 seconds. I couldn't take any more. In the next room, my wife MaryAnn was playing Bubble-Shooter on her laptop. She had silently left the room with 10 minutes to go and stayed there without even asking the score. Is there anything I can say I learned about life from the Lobo loss to Harvard? I think so.
• When five people are great 80% of the time, in other words…when someone different always "steps up and we never know who it will be," it is probable that twice a year everybody will stink.
• A corollary to the axiom "Never play pool with a guy named Doc" should be "Never play against a team whose spirit band shows up wearing monogramed blazers, white shirts, and school neckties."
• If your opponent is the alma mater of the nation's first black president (who has just been re-elected), don't assume a normal run of luck.
• A hundred million dollar college diploma is worth more than a hundred million dollar athletic complex.
• Transfer! New Mexicans can hold their own at Harvard. One Burqueño who transferred there was walking across Harvard Square and asked a professor, "Do you know where the library is at?"
The professor answered, "Young man, here at Harvard we never end a sentence with a proposition."
"Well, excuse me," answered the Lobo, "do you know where the library is at, a--hole."
• But deep in our hearts, one thing has not changed. We love you, Lobos. We're proud of you. You have drawn us together as a city and state in a way few things could. Win, lose, or draw, we're all on the same side. ¡Somos Nuevo Mexico!