I woke up Wednesday morning to a familiar ding on my phone. Breaking news. Hopefully, no one got shot…
As my sleep-weary eyes tried to make out the headline, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Pacers Lance Stephenson signs 3-year, $27M deal…
Oh, thank God that’s over.
With the Charlotte Hornets?! Whaaat???
My first reaction was denial. This can’t be true. He wasn’t even supposed to meet with them until today. How is this even possible?
Then, I was confused. Now, I’m no math wizard…but 27 million seems like less than 44 million to me. Am I wrong here?
As a woman scorned, I moved quickly into anger. Why would he do that? Did he even try to negotiate with the Pacers? We supported him. We defended him. We stood by him when no one else did. We loved him before he was famous. We watched him grow up. We forgave him when he acted like a jackass. Over. And over. And over again…
And in the end, he left us. For a less attractive woman. With less money.
Maybe it wasn’t about us after all. Maybe this was just Lance being Lance. Putting himself first. Taking care of number one. The bad boy who wasn’t any good for us all along.
Well, that Lance is someone else’s problem now.
We’ve been through worse. We got over Peyton Manning (sort of). We can sure as hell get over Lance Stephenson.
I have to be honest, though. I am a little hurt. I thought it was more than that. I thought we meant more to him.
I was wrong. It’s not the first time. And it won’t be the last.
The funny thing about sports is that even after you’ve grown up, married, and settled, you get to relive the drama of relationships through your sports teams and the players you don’t have actual relationships with. Yet, somehow…the pain is real.
But, as always…I will survive.
Go on now go, walk out the door…
Just turn around now…
‘Cause you’re not welcome anymore…
Weren’t you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye
Did you think I’d crumble
Did you think I’d lay down and die
Oh no, not I
I will survive…
And in the end, the lesson is the same. Surround yourself with the people who want to be there.
I was a Lance Stephenson fan. But more than that, I am a Pacers fan.