We, the people, tend to fall hard for small things. We put up with Paris Hilton because she had a dog that was small enough to accessorize with a handbag. We eat sliders by the plateful because it's far harder to rationalize eating a lot of regular-size hamburgers. And just when we thought Groot couldn't be any more adorable, he became Baby Groot.
So seeing Junior Robinson, the Mount St. Mary's men's basketball team's pint-size point guard whose name leaves no doubt about his diminutive stature (5 feet 5, shortest in Division I) or his class (uh, junior), do big-time stuff Tuesday night against New Orleans in the NCAA tournament's "First Four" was always going to mean a new love affair for America.
I mean, just look.
Even before tipoff, there was an infatuation.
He immediately became the favorite player of many.
He offered so much hope.
He was so good — 23 points, 9-for-14 shooting, three assists in all — you didn't feel bad making short jokes about him.
He had people drawing comparisons to a Robinson who played in the NBA.
Best of all, he and the Mountaineers won, which means a national audience will get at least one more game of Junior Robinson.
Remember to always give thanks for small blessings.