Oh My My
Folks, I was just privileged enough to watch one of the greatest games in the history of basketball, the second longest in NCAA history, and one in which my team lost, but the effort of the team that beat them makes me teary for the beauty of the human spirit. Syracuse had never had a lead through the first five overtimes, and there were many points where it looked like UConn had the game in hand. We don't have a TV at home, but I was checking the score on ESPN.com, and when I saw it was close I shot out to my local with eight minutes left in regulation and $15 in my pocket, thinking that would easily be enough to get a couple of pints and see the end of the game. But no, I had to go to the ATM, and by the end of the game I was asking the owner of Cody's if he was offering loans to patrons if the game kept on going. Syracuse managed to win the game with four out of their five starters fouled out, playing people who had played something like thirty minutes during the entire season. As I said, I wanted UConn to win, but my admiration for the Syracuse players who pulled this off is unconditional.