It exists. Oh, it's all around us. Don't try and tell yourself it doesn't exist--it feeds off your denial.
I speak, of course, of the unnatural Curse that prevents BYU from winning an NCAA tournament game.
Yes, since our triumphant victory over SMU in 1993, BYU has been the laughingstock whipping boy of Division I basketball. We have been the butt of punchlines, and the posterized also-rans who are mentioned only in connection with the various records set by our opponents.
We make other players famous.
Yes, the Curse is real, and it grows stronger every year. Every Selection Sunday carries with it a message from the curse: You are not welcome here.
This year the Curse dealt us a particularly humbling blow. After having the audacity to thake a 3-0 lead against Texas A&M, the Curse promptly punished BYU by lifting the Aggies to a 26-3 run, effectively breaking our hearts and spirits.
A&M went on to shoot us out of the gym, winning 79-66.
You could see it on Coach Dave Rose's face, too. He looked desperate. He was pleading for a miracle in those final minutes. But Coach Rose doesn't realize that cursed teams don't have access to the same March Magic that gives teams like Western Kentucky and Cleveland State superhuman powers.
BYU is all alone-- the only team in the NCAA that is unable to win a tournament game.
But that doesn't have to be a bad thing. In fact, I say we embrace the curse. Let's market it. Let's make t-shirts about it. Let's do for the NCAA tournament what the Red Sox did for the World Series.
Let's be the famous team that can never win a game in the tournament. You know how SportsCenter runs the "Not Top Ten" plays every week? It'll be kind of like that.
That way when we do finally win a game it will be huge, international news. People will shout "The curse of Roger Reid has been broken!" And instant fame will be ours.
Until we are destroyed in round two.