Born and raised in Colorado Springs, I am very familiar with transplants from other states. We didn’t like them. We were proud to be from Colorado and upset that anyone had the gall to think they could just move to Colorado. There were bumper stickers proclaiming “Native” just so that everyone driving around you knew that this traffic issue wasn’t your fault; they closely resembled the “Don’t Blame Me, I Voted For …” monstrosities (coming soon to devastated drivers/voters near you!)
I understand why I’ve been called a front-runner for the better part of 17 years. Growing up 1600 miles away from Chapel Hill still causes people to question why I would be a Tar Heel fan, and how dare I cheer for basketball royalty so far away when the scrappy teams around me were playing in front of empty seats?!
Name the last time the University of Colorado had a captivating basketball team. Or Colorado State University. Or, how about my hometown squad, the Air Force Falcons. Answers: don’t know, don’t care, Jeff Bdzelik’s (!!!) squads.
The point being that there wasn’t much local basketball being played well or watched in droves. If I wanted to watch good basketball, I gravitated towards the Saturday broadcasts on CBS and other nationally televised games, all culminating in what was becoming my favorite 3 weeks of my young life: March Madness.
I probably did start as a front runner. All kids do.