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Official Statement: My Journey (Still Winning Though)

I am a proud woman. Strong. Resilient. Built Ford-tough with just a touch of emotional instability during March Madness. And while I’ve faced many challenges in life… nothing quite prepared me for what happened yesterday.

Duke.

A buzzer beater.

The moment came when I was finally settling into a dangerous level of confidence. It wasn’t perfect—mistakes had been made—but we had battled back. Me from the armchair. Them from the court. A true partnership.

Ten seconds left. We had possession.

And then…

A decision was made.

A bad pass. Not just bad—horrendous. The kind of choice that makes you question everything you thought you knew about basketball, life, and trust.

Turnover.

And then… a 35-foot three.

Braylon Mullins.




Let me be clear: Braylon Mullins was 0-for-4 from three-point range. Zero. For. Four. And yet—naturally—he chose that exact moment to hit the most important shot of his life for UConn.

Of course he did. That tracks.

Meanwhile, Cameron Boozer stood there after the game—eye swollen, both eyes red—still showing more composure than I have managed in the last 24 hours:

“Honestly, this whole year has been a huge blessing… I love those guys… I’m just proud of them.”

Sir. I aspire to that level of emotional maturity, but I am simply not there yet.

Now we enter the next phase: rebuilding. Scheyer and the Blue Devils will reload, retool, and likely send half the roster to the NBA because apparently that’s what we do now.

As for me, I will also be retooling.

Emotionally. Spiritually. Bracket-ly.

I will update my followers with my revised Final Four bracket later today as part of my recovery plan. And for the record—because facts still matter—I am STILL beating Arien and Paul in bracket points.

So while I may be wounded… I remain victorious.

Please respect my privacy during this difficult time. Thoughts and prayers are welcome. Casseroles optional, but encouraged.

#StillHealing #MarchMadnessTrauma #DukeWhy #WinningIsHealing

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