Our state does not have much to identify with, other than the old cliché's of horses, bourbon, bluegrass, blah blah blah. I don't really care about those things, but I see people who struggle to just exist every single day. They have no hope or real concept of a better life. They just simply exist. But one thing gives them happiness this time of the year--that baskeball team. Let's hope they finish it out tomorrow night. It's more than just a sport around here. It's our history. I was in Rupp during the Florida and Alabama games this year. If you don't look at those banners and get goosebumps, there's something wrong with you.