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No Cat convert this year

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By John Whitlock

No Cat convert this year

We tried, Coach Cal.
Thanks for the effort, Michael.
I appreciate it, Anthony.
You guys kept up your end of the deal.
But unfortunately, it didn’t take.

Last week, I shared my secret shame - my daughter is a Louisville Cardinal fan.
Like a parent ushering their kid to rehab, I hoped that she would see the error of her ways by exposing her to a better way - The Way of The Wildcat.
I had hoped that Saturday night’s Final Four showdown between Kentucky and Louisville would snap her back to her senses.
My 16-year-old daughter Elizabeth sat in my living room Saturday night and watched the Cats more or less take the Cardinals apart.
We shared popcorn while I watched her out of the corner of my eye.
As Kentucky pushed out to big lead, I hoped to see a little spark of enlightenment in her eyes.
Nope.
Nothing.
Not even a little curl of her lip when Davis would dunk.
In fact, as Louisville started to chip away at the Kentucky lead, she got even more animated - clapping, smiling and even WHOOPING a time or two - right there in my own home.
During time outs and commercial breaks, I would explain what a great team Kentucky was and Louisville had no reason to be ashamed or humiliated by the smack down being laid down.
Despite my convincing argument, she gave me one of those looks, the kind of glare only a teen-aged girl can fix on her face.
This stare sent a mixed message - either ‘you’re insane, Dad,’ or ‘I wonder if I could run fast enough if I slapped you upside the head?’
But as the minutes clicked down and Louisville’s fate was all but sealed, my beautiful daughter was just sad.
As the clock emptied, she got up, got another Diet Dr. Pepper and mingled around a bit before going to bed.
She didn’t burn my couch or try to flip over my car in the driveway.
She was just like any other fan - just bummed her team had lost.
It was probably then that I realized my little girl had a mind of her own. The time when she would like something simply because Daddy told her it was cool was over.
I also realized she had integrity. She stuck with her team despite pressure from me and the obvious discrepancy in talent and skill.
So, I suppose I have to be thankful that at least she has integrity - even if she is a Louisville fan. I guess I can take some pride in that and in my daughter.
But one lingering question remains that still wounds me.
Would one chorus of ‘On, On U of K’ have killed her?
Just for me?