IU basketball reminds me of that prom queen in high school you see at the 25 year reunion. Back in High school she was the most popular and one of the hottest girls in school. At the 25 year reunion she’s unrecognizable - put on a ton of weight, still lives in the same town but in a trailer park now and has a meth habit. Nobody wants to date her anymore but she’s trying to remind you how great she was in HS.
But then...out of nowhere, she hits the jackpot. Maybe she married into money, maybe she cashed in on some wild NIL deal, or maybe she just lucked into a fortune, either way, she’s suddenly rich, glamorous, and back in the spotlight. She’s got the mansion, the designer clothes, and front-row seats to every big event. The same people who once ignored her are now forced to acknowledge her success, even if they don’t quite respect it.
Meanwhile, her little brother, who spent years quietly thriving and building a solid reputation, watches with seething jealousy. He was always the responsible, hardworking one, never flashy, but always consistent. Now, he’s stuck in the shadows as she basks in all the attention, reminding everyone just how great she used to be…and how great she is again.