Play-by-play/inner monologue of how I felt during the last minute of this game:
1 minute left: Davidson up by 5, at this point I’m congratulating myself on picking the first big upset of the tournament.
Marquette makes a swift and easy 3, but Davidson returns it with a 2 of their own. Keep it up like that Davidson, and you’ll have it.
CHRIST another 3 from Marquette, so not ideal.
20.2 seconds left: Davidson up by 2, I’m nervous as hell, but I still have faith. Just answer that 3 with another bucket and you’ll be golden.
5.5 seconds left: Davidson turns it over, only up by 1. My heart is RACING, praying they’ve got the D to keep Marquette down.
Dammit! They don’t, Marquette with a quick bucket from under the basket.
1 second left: Davidson down by one, Marquette with the steal, and it’s game over, disappointment sets in.
I’m not sure why I got so invested in this game. I mean, I know I’m a sucker for the underdog but this one got me extra salty. The last minute was painful to watch, it really looked like Davidson had it, but it slipped through their fingers in a matter of 60 seconds. That’s all it takes.
Ah well, c’est la vie, and on to the next one. I picked Oklahoma State to beat Oregon and it’s not looking good — 51-36 with 11:52 left in the game. Yikes.
That’s right ladies and gents, today is the official start of March Madness. Saying that these two weeks are my favorite days of the year is the understatement of the century. I start counting down to this day as soon as the Championship game ends every year. Before I get into the nitty gritty of the tourney, the stats, and my picks and brackets, let me give a little background of my life with the sport.
I was raised watching NCAA basketball. There are countless photos of me laying in front of the tv, watching games at the tender age of 1. I went to every game of the Great Alaska Shootout (one of the pre-season tournaments) from age 5 to 18, when I moved to California. I was an NCAA animal as a child and my passion for the sport grows daily.
I am a FIERCELY LOYAL Duke Blue Devils fan. Always have been (since ’91 baby), always will be, Duke Blue Devils ’til the day I die. It’ll be on my epitaph.
March Madness carries special emotional significance for me. I was born during the 1991 tournament (in which my Duke Blue Devils took the title), and my dad and I have watched it together ever since I can remember. Our shared love for the sport (and The Madness) has underscored and strengthened the bond we have. It’s a special part of our relationship; NCAA ball played a distinctive roll in how close we came to be, in all aspects of life. It still keeps us close now that I’m in Cali and he’s in Alaska. We skype or talk on the phone during games whenever we get the chance.
To some, my love for NCAA basketball will seem ridiculous and obsessive (it is, in fact, quite obsessive). I won’t ever be able to put into words the sheer excitement and joy March Madness brings me, it’s just in my bones.
And on that note, turn on your tv and watch some games. Wichita State vs Pittsburgh is looking good, and I’ve got Davidson upsetting Marquette. Bold I know, but that’s the beauty of it. Anything can happen.