Credit to Luke Maye for peeling his ass out of bed on a Monday morning after what was undoubtedly the most Saturday-esque Sunday night. I speak from 5 years experience when I say that he's a better man than I, and that's not even a reference to the fact that he's high level college athlete with the brightest of shining moments under his belt. Even the buzzer that he beat wouldn't have gotten me to crack open a single eye after such an eventful weekend, so that round of applause was well deserved.
That said, I can't - in good conscience - sit here and let people act like his presence in the classroom was fueled by an unrelenting desire to be the model student-athlete. Luke Maye didn't miraculously make it to his lecture hall and sit in the front row wearing NCAA licensed 'Final Four' memorabilia because he was super excited to fulfill his educational requirements. He did so that he could stand in front of said lecture hall and have due praise rained down on him for playing the hero to an entire university of his peers. His "secret" is safe with me because I would do the same fucking thing if I were a teenager that had the grown man-sized testicles to calmly knock down a jumper under that kind of pressure. However, the only thing that Luke Maye truly learned this morning is that it's currently pretty fucking awesome to be Luke Maye. I'm glad he's not wasting a second of soaking it all in, and by "it" I mean a full week of celebrity, not the intricacies of the finance world.