There is no justice. None at all. At least not in sports.
If there were any justice, the Cardinals would have won it all in 2002 after the deaths of the voice of the team and their best starting pitcher.
If there were any justice, Scott Norwood would be able to do something other than sell insurance after missing wide right, Mitch Williams would be the Wild Thing and not just another World Series goat, and Lenny Bias could have been the best Celtic this side of Larry Bird.
But most of all, if there were any justice, LSU would have never been able to lose last night.
Sometimes it seems like a cruel joke. Anybody that could keep dry eyes as the Tigers took the field in Baton Rouge can't know what it's like to be human. For fifty minutes, it was all as planned. Then it all fell apart.
Three cancelled home openers and a game moved to enemy turf. A campus in mourning and the athletic department food given to perfect strangers. A basketball arena turned homeless shelter. A state that lost everything but its pride. Signs that read "I lost my home, but I still have my Tigers".
For fifty minutes, it didn't even matter. The emotional roller-coaster that is an SEC football game multiplied by a national tragedy almost ended perfectly. Instead, it could never have been worse, not even if you planned it.
I shouldn't be so darn bitter. It's a football game. But man, I feel like somebody owes Louisiana State something. Instead, it's just another loss, just another failure, just another time that those poor people get screwed.
I just hope that seeing a darn good football team play three and a half quarters of inspired imperfection did something to help people, even just a little. I know it inspired the heck out of me.
But I'd be lying if I didn't tell you that this is the first time that I actually feel like God should have stuck his hand in a football game.
He let me down.