A moment of silence for the lunch game that wasn't

Let us take a moment to remember the Lunch Game of March 23, 2007












Last Friday was a sad day for lunch gamers the world over. The number was drawn and
participants were contacted. A flurry of activity ensued (I imagine) but when the dust settled,
nobody went to lunch. Not a soul. I wish I knew what to say at a time like this that would make us all feel better, but I don't think this pain will go away. It seemed so sudden. Sure, the last couple weeks were a little shaky, but the lunch game seemed so healthy and then...

What really hurts is knowing that I will never feel the touch of that lunch game again. None of us will. And we don't have any memories to show for it. That is what hurts the most. That, and the guilt.

I mean, none of us should blame ourselves. The lunch game followed its own path, and nobody else could when times got really dark. We are not to blame. Everyone acted within the constitutional limits, and nobody deserves to be punished. But neither did the lunch game that died alone on a street-corner somewhere in the big city. And Sean, I don't want you to feel guilty. You were the only one who almost made it. And if the Hoyas hadn't been so blessed this season then you would have been. That meant a lot to the lunch game, that you cared enough to almost care.

It may be cold comfort, but I know that the lunch game is in a better place, a place it deserves to be, among the breakfast of anorexics and every other meal left unwanted until it was too late.

Lunch Game, I'm sorry.