It was played in San Antonio, so I got to go. Three really good games. UConn knocked off Duke (which is always great) and Georgia Tech beat OSU -- both games went down the wire. The final game was less competitive, but since UConn is my second favorite team behind Michigan (note, I grew up in CT), it was a great few days for me.
What are you favorite personal NCAA tournament stories?
Detroit final four at ford field was up in there in the crowd
Unfortunately I've never been to any tournament games but I did once make something like 107 bucks from a $7 start. My parents were in Vegas and instead of a T-shirt, I asked to make a bet instead (I was big into sports betting at 15-16 years old). Won my first two-game parlay and then hit another parlay after that to quindecuple my money (x15, yes I looked it up).
Meanwhile, my dad and his buddy lost a couple hundred each after they tried to do some parlays like me but took the Wisconson spread against Davidson. I tried to warn them that Wiscy wouldn't score enough to cover, but they didn't listen (Wisconsin ended up losing the game anyway).
I was a freshman that year and lived in West Quad. My roommate and I walked down to South U to celebrate. There were actually two celebrations that year, one after the semi-final win and one after the championship. The celebration after the semi-final took the local authorities by surprise. The cops were rather late in getting down to campus to break things up. After the finals, I remember seeing lots of mounted cops and thinking there was no way I was going to do anything but watch that night. I also remember a couple fire engines screaming down South U in an attempt to get the students to disperse.
firing water balloons with one of those winger 3-person slingshots into the mass of humanity that descended upon the intersection of S. Univ. & Church. Later seeing on the national news two of my buddies hanging from the light at the intersection.
Crazy 5 days...Grateful Dead at Crisler, Hash Bash, National Championship.
Not unlike Spinal Tap amps, that long weekend went to 11!
Those guys hanging from the stoplights is an image I will always remember and associate with the '89 championship win.
I stayed up late to watch the game on TV, and as much of the celebration as I could find on cable circa 1989, which was not a lot.
I went to bed because I had to work the next day. When I woke up for work, the lead story on CBS news in the morning was the Michigan OT victory and an endless loop of those guys hanging from the stoplights.
I was veeeery impressed. I did not know wine-and-cheese A2 could get that wild and generate that much enthusiasm.
I remember looking out of our house on Washtenaw Ct and seeing all these people streaming toward S. Univ. We headed out on a cold, drizzly night. What a zoo.
One guy was straddling the wire holding up the stop light. I was talking to a med school classmate the next day and he was the guy. Crazy bastard. He had beat lymphoma (or the like) so hey, what the hell.
Saw a (sweet sixteen?) game where Steph Curry went off. It was pretty entertaining.
I was there for the 1993 Final Four in New Orleans. We all know what happened.
But it was one helluva weekend. Drove all day from A2 to get there and NO was hopping with fans from Kentucky, North Carolina, and Kansas (basically all the NCAA basketball royalties). It was unreal.
I remember eating oysters all day and drinking hurricanes all night and how cute Kentucky girls were.
I also remember every Kentucky fan congratulating us after the semi and how we will have no trouble beating UNC.
One of the best weekends of my life.
I was there too. Four of us drove from AA to New Orleans in a Dodge Daytona (including yours truly at over 6' tall...). This is why we aspire to be rich enough to get a NetJets subscription -- someday. That was a LONG drive.
Indeed, an awesome weekend. Beating Kentucky was great. Making signs to take into the Superdome with us. Sharing a room with friends in the basketball band (3 of us were in the marching band so knew most of the BB band) was fun, too. My folks had moved by then, but lived in NO most of the time I was in college, so I knew my way around pretty well.
The drive home sucked...
I didn't go to Minneapolis the year before because I had to CRISP* on Monday for my senior year engineering classes, and this was WAAAY before online registration. My future wife and a friend did make the drive for that one, too.
I do remember (only vaguely, though because I'd been at Scorekeepers since it opened and was drinking the whole time) after beating Cincinnatti running through the Diag and all over campus yelling, "WHO GONNA SHOCK THE WORLD?"
* CRISP - Computer Registration Involving Student Participation. If you had to ask, you don't want to know.
So many great stories but I think my favorite might be Bryce Drew diving on the floor and getting mobbed by his teammates after hitting the game winning shot for Valpo. That was just an awesome moment.
That was cool and definitely sticks out in the memory. Crazy game.
and Trevor Huffman and Antonio Gates making the Elite Eight and taking the Hoosiers to the brink for a chance at a Final Four. The Kent State Campus is only 10 minutes from where I live. This was my favorite moment non U of M for sure.
Cool to see this on here. I vaguely remember the run but have recently become friends w/ Trevor. Very cool and down to earth guy. You would never know any of this from hanging out with him.
When UConn knocked off Duke in the 1999 national title game. The media always slobbers over Duke but they were doing double duty that season with Duke being 35-1 heading into the title game. The endless interviews with Duke players over being considered possibly the best team of all time got old in a hurry. It felt like they were handing the devils a national title without even playing the game.
Then UConn won 74-71. And the cameras zoomed in on Coack K's daughter balling her eyes out. I hate to sound cruel but that made it even better.
Going to all six games of the NCAA tournament in Boston, Albany, and the Final Four in New Orleans to see Syracuse win the National Championship my senior year.
I was in the basketball band for the Charlotte, NC trip last year. Watching Stu dunk against Tenneesee when I was about 20-30 feet from him was amazing (likewise, I was about that far away from Morris' last shot against Duke). However, my favorite memory was when we had about an hour to kill after we checked out of our rooms. I started playing Minecraft for no particular reason. About 10 minutes in, I didn't even realize McClimans was standing right behind me with a very confused look on his face. I tried to explain it to him but I'm fairly convinced he just thought I was an extremely strange individual.
TL:DR, I accidentally introduced McClimans to Minecraft last year.
I was working at a newspaper in Illinois during Michigan's championship season. Not only was I in the middle of Illini country, but the sports editor had Seton Hall in a citywide pool and was in line to win $1,600 bucks. The day after the game had the potential to be a wee bit tense. Early on, he walked up to me and said, "Let's get something straight. I don't hate you. BUT I HATE THAT GODDAM STATE YOU'RE FROM." Using all my theater training, I kept a poker face. But I laughed like hell all the way home. And I'm laughing now remembering his florid face.
... at the free throw line in 99. Not the best free throw shooter, but stone cold ice in his veins as he drains two in the last couple seconds. I was 12. Still remember jumping up and down in my room way past bedtime.
Last year, when most analysts thought the Michigan-Tennessee game was going to be very close. Then seeing Michigan dominate and forcing people like that douchebag Gottlieb eat his words made it all the better. (I was only 5 when the Fab Five were at U-M so my experiences consist of the Ellerbe, Amaker, and Belein eras. Hence the Belein era reigns supreme).
Since you just said NCAA Tournament and didn't specify a sport, it's clearly The Molly Game. And it isn't close.
1993 - Final Four, New Orleans. Friday's open practice at the Superdome the day before the National Semi-final.
Kentucky was already on the floor and shooting at one end when Michigan arrived. C-Web led the team onto the floor and everybody had their warm-ups on with hoods up. They walked onto the floor VERY slowly and just watched Kentucky shoot for a bit. Then (and i think it was Jimmy King) threw down a pretty vicious dunk with the Kentucky team watching. Then Kentucky stepped back and started shooting even longer 3's while Michigan watched. Then C-Webb, Jalen and Howard started dunking...alley-oops, tomahawks, one handed jams....while Kentucky watched. Then Kentucky moved back even further and started raining 3's from waaaaay past the college 3 point line. And we dunked some more.
It was chilling. Watching the two heavyweights try and intimidate each other during a shoot-around was about as cool of a thing in sports as i've ever seen. And the game the next day was the best one I've ever seen or hope to see.
This should have more plus'.
"That's all I have to say about that."
I literally can just picture that sight; the way you narrated it helps, but man how cool!
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Fixed it for you.
1988 Midwest Regional at the Silverdome. I was 14 years old and went with my dad. Got to see "Danny and the Miracles" take KU on a crazy run that year. Manning absolutely carried and willed that team to victory.
Side note, I became a big Danny Manning fan after that run - he ended up with the Clippers and dad and I went to a game in L.A. to see him play whilst on a Rose Bowl trip only a couple of years later. Although I think Manning was out with a knee injury, Dad bought me one of those charicature t-shirts of his (the kind that were popular in that day). Thanks for the memories Dad - miss you tremendously.
I was at the Fab 5 's first Tournament game against Temple in Atlanta. I then watched the following game in which the College I attended, East Tennessee State, knocked Arizona out of the Tournament helping clear Michigan's way to the final 4. The game between the Wolverines and the Bucaneers is the only game in my life where I've ever been conflicted as to who I was going to root for.
Getting hammered on St. Patty's day an thinking b dubs garlic Parmesan wings is the nectar of the gods. That's my favorite story.
In 1993 I was in basic training in South Carolina. My drill was a UNC fan and he knew I was a Michigan fan. The morning after the game he comes in to the barracks and says, “Private lexgoblue, your boys lost, AND they can’t count. DROP!” I had no idea what he was talking about. I did so many pushups that I lost count (and still had to go do muscle failure PT). I did not see what really happened and why I got smoked until a few months later.
When I was accepted into Michigan a few years after that, this was one of the first things that popped into my head. Chris Webber…you got me smoked…sigh.
The wierdest, most heartstring-pulling, gut-wrenching, surreal NCAA game I can ever imagine, was the 1990 Tournament game featuring Michigan against Loyola-Marymout immediately after the sudden and tragic death of Hank Gathers on the floor in his team's final conference championship ...
I cannot recall a single team sports performance, in my lifetime, when a single player performed in a manner that I thought was somehow possessed by a higher power, than Bo Kimble in that game. The whole story is almost beyond words.
If anybody can come up with an NCAA story that comes even close to the '90 Loyola Marymout story, I'd like to hear it. Just imagine; a famed "four freshmen" recruiting class at USC; all of them dismissed by incoming coach George Raveling; they hook up at Loyala-Marymount (imagine the Fab Five at Michigan all quitting to trasfer to Oakland University); Hank Gathers leading the nation in scoring; his death on the court in a conference tournament game; Bo Kimble leading the team into the NCAA tournament; shooting free throws left handed to honor his deceased friend; scoring 37 points against Michigan to lead his team to a 149-115 win; pushing little LMU to an Elite Eight finish...
It is like the Wes Leonard story, taken to the national level of the NCAA. I still can hardly believe it.
That game made me so mad. I was a Freshman at M at the time -- we ran into a buzzsaw. They just weren't going to lose that game. Then they (Loyola-Marymount) *sucked* in their next game.
Also, didn't Kimble only shoot the first FT of the game left handed? Regardless, in retrospect, it was an amazing story, I just wish they had taken it out on some other team.
Separately, great quote from Sean Higgins earlier that year when asked what had gone wrong in a losing effort, "We didn't get the ball to Glen enough." Priceless.
Yeah, it was only the first free throw of each game that Bo Kimble shot left-handed. He did it in three games and made all three.
No, LMU didn't lose right after upsetting 3-seed Michigan. They then went on to upset Alabama after that, before losing to one of the great historic (35-5) UNLV teams.
Sorry -- off on the details. The game against Alabama was nothing like ours, though.
As I recall, we were so irritated about getting bounced from the tournament (Q: How do you lose when you score 115 points? A: Play a team that scores 149!!! -- yes, I looked it up) that we decided to make a drinking game out of watching LMU.
Rules were things like drink every time they score, down your beer when Bo shoots one left-handed, drink 5 seconds whenever they said, "Hank," etc.
They didn't return to the epic 149 ppg pace, so I think we switched from beer to something stronger. The rest is foggy...
I watched in awe. I could not even be mad. When you score 115 and still lose by 34, there is a higher power at play.
The actual score was: Michigan 115 - Loyola Marymount 114, God 35.
What's really weird is that I was going to say something similar--watching little brother get hammered on by UNC, picking up a super drunk Michigan fan in the casino, and then wondering how quickly I could get him out of my hotel room the next morning.
I can't believe you left out the part where we went to the Viva Las Vegas Wedding Chapel, however. Also, my lawyer needs your address.
was Butler/Florida from 1st round in 2000. I was the only one in my dorm tourney pool that picked Butler to win (I know, cool story bro), but the memorable part is that LaVall Jordan graduated from Albion HS a year in front of me and while we weren't more than acquaintances, we knew who each other were. It was heartbreaking to see a guy I knew and an 85% free throw shooter miss 2 and Miller go the length of the floor to beat them.
i went to the final four in 2007 when i was a senior at georgetown and we were matched up against ohio state. taking the bus down from DC with other (drunken) students and the excitement leading up to the game and the agonizing nervousness are unlike anything i have experienced before in sports - i went to all six games of the world series as my yankees clinched in '09 and stormed the field my freshman year at michigan (i transferred to gtown after that year) when we beat OSU in 03 but nothing compared to those heartpounding 40 minutes in atlanta, despite the loss. it hurt quite a bit to lose that one, not just because it was the final four but we just had to lose to fucking ohio state. i was miserable the rest of my time in atlanta and while i went to the final and saw Florida beat up on OSU, I kept imagining what it would be like to have my team in the final for one of these games now that i'm old enough to appreciate it.
really hope i can see gtown win one these things and michigan to do the same in football though i'd have to have a difibrulator ready should it ever happen.
I was misspending a winter of my youth in Steamboat Springs between terms in Ann Arbor in '88-'89. While I missed being in town for the Championship run, I was working/playing with a bunch of college aged kids and I was the only one around with an M background (lots of Syracuse kids around though).
Also...I was working for a couple of my old man's cronies (also M grads who were going apeshit for the full 3 weeks=lots of free beer and guacomole which meant a lot then).
Also...I won the bracket pool at my watering hole in old-town which was better than a week's pay.
Also and maybe best of all, After a morning's skiing with a girl who's attention I'd been trying to grab all winter, we watched the second half of the blowout Virginia game in a bar halfway up the mountain ...It was a perfect 45 degrees and sunny and life was about as good as it has ever been.
layola marymount following Hank Gather's death was pretty inspiring.
Three most outstanding memories:
(1) Michigan's National Championship run--interim Coach Fisher (after Bo said "a Michigan Man will coach Michigan" in the tourney, dismissing Bill Frieder to take the Arizona St. job) being 6-0 after an incredible semi-final and final win in OT. Unbelievable.
(2) Princeton (my alma mater) in 1996 upsetting defending national champ UCLA in the first round: they replay the highlights every year. That final backdoor cut to pull off an improbable upset over a much more athletic team. I was on campus and part of the wild, impromptu celebration out in the street that ensued. It was 'our national championship.' The Tigers unfortunately lost to a much more physical Mississippi State team in the 2nd round that year.
(3) Princeton in 1998 (my senior year) had an unbelievable year, going 26-1 (only loss at UNC) beating Texas, NC State, Wake Forest, & all the hapless Ivies along the way. Getting up to #8 ranking in both polls, drawing a #5 seed. We camped out for tickets, drove to Hartford, CT for the first game against UNLV ( who got hot late & won their conf. tourney to draw a #12 seed). Beat them soundly. Then the dream season ended by 7 points in the 2nd round against #4 seed....Michigan State, led by Mateen Cleaves. (/shakes fist at East Lansing).
Oakland (my hometown team) vs Oral Roberts for a spot in the big dance.
Watched this game with all my high school buddies and it will forever be a great memory I associate with my friends from that time. Pierre Dukes hit the 3 pointer with 1 second left and the rest is history.
- watching ali farokhmanesh take the bravest shot i've ever seen to sink Kansas a couple years ago. hell of a game for northern iowa (i think kurt warner also went there)
- kansas vs memphis final the year before that, still the best ncaa final i've ever seen in any sport.
- 2009, we walked down to crisler arena and found it packed (my two friends and I). beilein gave a speech to the crowd before the selection show. tensions were high, michigan hadn't been to the dance for over a decade.
i think the selection show decided to stick us in the final possible region to make it as dramatic as possible. people were getting nervous, losing hope, shaking their heads.
but when that block M showed up on the screen in the final bracket...ill never forget how loud everyone screamed.
I loved the year that Maryland and Duke were crazy competitive and played 3 times, including in the NCAA final.
Watching Michigan beat Seton Hall in another thriller, having champagne ready, and blowing out my porch light bulb spraying all around.
People hanging from light poles in 1992, chanting "we want Duke!" (and, unfortunately, getting them).
1993 beating the unbeatable Kentucky in one of the great basketball games of all time....after having come back big against UCLA...one of the greatest reliefs of all time.
And many, many a Tournament day, spent at old Touchdown's, before they showed every game, so you had to go to a bar, watching tv to tv, bringing in doughnuts when they opened for the cute staff, and staying till after close eating pizza as they cleaned up...and getting home just in time to pass out and get up and do it all over again....spending most of a 4 day weekend literally at a bar except when you slept. And if it was St. Paddy's day too....!
I went to the 1989 regionals in Lexington and stayed at the same hotel as the team. The night after we beat North Carolina, we were sitting in our suite watching Illinois and Louisville. Glen Rice, T Mills, Loy Vaught, and Eric Riley came in for a little while to watch with us. Interesting to hear their take on the game and they were rooting like crazy for the Illini so they could avenge the last regular season loss to them in the Final Four.
Great first post!
I was a high school senior and admitted to the UM class of '89-'90. I took a road trip to Ann Arbor to check out the campus again and scored unbelievably cheap scalped tix for the regular season finale Illinois-Michigan game (1st time in Crisler....I was in heaven). That Illini team was stacked (Bardo, Kenny Norman, Marcus Liberty, etc.), and they crushed us at Crisler. I left demoralized, and Frieder was fired mere days later. I was convinced we were not getting past the 2nd round that year. This set the stage for the unbelievable Rice-fueled tourney run. The semifinal victory over Illinois was so much sweeter to vanquish the demons haunting us from the regular season losses to Illinois. Good times.
Went to Dayton for the 1st/2nd Round in 2009. Watching Siena beat Ohio State with a crazy 3 to force OT and another to win the game was insane. Lots of OSU fans at the game, so it was extra sweet.
Way back when, in 1988 a buddy and I went to Crisler to watch the Michigan - illinois game; we got curb-stomped by 20 points. I can't tell you how redeeming it felt when we took them out in the Final Four, on the way to Glen and the boys shocking the world!
Was at the first two rounds a regional in Milwaukee in 1992. The first days games were a total dud. Tickets way up in the nosebleed section of the Bradley Center and four, 20 point games that were never really close. I was very disappointed to have not seen anything approaching an upset. About the only highlight was the entire arena booing Harold "Baby Jordan" Minor when he did his free throw shooting routine (putting it through his legs and behind his back before shooting IIRC). What I never thought about was that an opening round with no upsets sets up an incredibly good second round.
So two days later, a 8-inch snowfall hits Milwaukee. Doesn't keep us from getting to the arena, but does prevent a bunch of other people. My dad, my brother, and I scope out some seats during the first game on the lower level and, during one of the TV timeouts, move down to seats about 12 rows off the floor in the corner by a bunch of USC fans. The first game is excellent. Penny Hardaway's Memphis State team beats one of Nolan Richardson's '40 minutes of hell' Arkansas teams on a shot with about 5 seconds left. The second game is Georgia Tech - USC. Close all the way. USC's band droning on and on, playing nothing but that awful fight song over and over. Fans next to us doing the damned salute to victory hand motion. USC hits a shot to go up 1 or 2 with about 2 second left. USC fans go nuts.
Then this happened...
I'll never forget watching that game on TV as a high schooler. What an amazing game to see in person!!
I stayed at a Holiday Inn Express once.
And this is why UF fans should feel betrayed today: Because Meyer took over a program from Ron Zook that was national championship-ready and left a program that is barely Beef O'Brady's Bowl-eligible. And, worse, he was disingenuous about why he left UF
just like when left Utah to take the Florida job.
Just for fun, I went back to see what the columnists were writing when Meyer departed Utah. Amazingly, it's almost identical to what some of us have been saying for months about Meyer's penchant for not telling the truth.
Here's an excerpt from a column written by Salt Lake Tribune columnist Gordon Monson after Meyer announced he was leaving Utah for Florida:
"The problem with Urban Meyer is, unless you know the real inside scoop, it's hard to tell when he's lying.
Maybe it's only when he's moving his lips.
2010 finals in person. Being the villain is fun.
I graduated in 1991, but was still living in A2 in '92. I convinced a friend to enter the student lottery for Final Four tix to Minneapolis, and when his name hit, I figured I'd go get a fake student ID to be able to pick up the tix on site.
Long story short, the student ID center was a little trickier than I expected, and while I eventually came up with a solution and picked up the tickets, my buddy got a call from the cops about the situation, and I told him to fess up and turn me in.
Enjoyed the time there immensely (aside from losing the final), rode a shuttle bus with Digger Phelps, and was in an elevator with Shaq, but had to go to court when I returned on "attempted false pretenses" charges. When the judge heard the story of why I wanted a fake student ID, he shook his head and dismissed the case.
No cool site or bar visit stories.
Living in the Columbus area, University of Michigan sticker in the back window of the Accord, lotsa maize and blue apparel worn during the previous two years in there, my fondness for the alma mater was a matter of record among neighbors, co-workers, strangers at malls/bars/restaurants.
Night before the tourney, going through the brackets, reviewing with my brother...he says "take Michigan all the way." Didn't want to, but he convinced me to do so.
Never was an angrier crowd of workplace Ohioans than when I collected my winnings...gross booty indeed.
Like I said, not the coolest bro story, but my story.
I was a freshman in 1988-89 and I was accustomed to Michigan underachieving in the NCAA tournament prior to that year. It was a great run and I remember when the final game was set, Michigan vs Seton Hall, I thought 'Where is Seton Hall?' I couldn't Wikipedia it back then. They were a tourney newbie back then I believe. Had no idea but a smart friend of mine was able to fill me in.
During the final game in the final few minutes, some idiot pulled the fire alarm in South Quad. My buddies and I locked our door thinking the RA would never stop by. But, she keyed the door and told us to go outside. In a panic, we went over to The Union and heard the final seconds of regulation on somebody's radio. I am sure the fine members of the Ann Arbor Fire Department were watching the game too and they didn't want to get stuck of some b.s. fire alarm at South Quad. There was a game to watch! So, they quickly gave the all clear and we all piled back into South Quad in time to catch Rumeal sink his two free throws. Then, it was on to South U. What a great night!
I was a senior in HS that year, but moved into South Quad that fall. One of my best friends who's a year older, told us that story when we had our first fire alarm, the first Friday of the fall.
Many more fire alarms, of course, came after, but none so bad as that one. Still, getting out of the dorm from the seventh floor could be a challenge depending on what you had to drink that night!
I sat next to Jared Sullingers dad at the big ten basketball semi. That guy is the nicest Buckeye ever.
I feel dirty
1) When the Final Four was in Detroit, I went to the open practices with a few buddies. We got there early and had some pretty awesome seats and view. We were sitting down and all of the sudden we look to our left and the guy sitting next to us looks exactly like Matt Stafford, and next to him was a guy in a suit. We had just read a few days earlier that Stafford was meeting with the Lions as this was a few weeks before the draft. I turn to my friend and said "that's fucking Matthew Stafford! You're sitting next to Stafford!!" He sat there for all four of the teams practicing. When he got up and walked away we noticed a Wayne State lanyard and we were sorely disappointed and felt like idiots.
2) Also, during those practices, UCONN spent what seemed like half their alotted time chucking half court shots. Jeff Adrien is the worst half-court shooter I have ever seen. Dude probably shot 50 of them and half of them completely missed the backboard. And not because they were short.
3) The men's national paraplegic team also had a practice that same day. One of the players just kept hitting the front of the rim. I unwittingly noted to my friend, "he's just not getting his legs into the shot." I got a couple nasty looks from the people around me, and rightfully so. I didn't even realize what I was saying when it came out of my mouth.
As for actual game memories, one of my best friends is a huge Syracuse fan and they were upset by Vermont one year in the first round. My buddy was heartstricken and I was watching the game with him. Every time he sees Vermont, the same words come out of his mouth - "fucking Tyler Coppenrath" and nothing else.
I remember the 89' championship game. It must have been past my bedtime, because I remember hiding behind the couch in order to watch overtime. I can still remember the last shot when Seton Hall threw up a fairly long shot at the buzzer but only hit the backboard.
Been to some regionals and the 09 championship game in Detroit. Nothing compared to flipping on the 92 Kentucky-Duke East Regional with nothing else going on a Saturday night and being transfixed for like an hour of unreal competition. Watching that Kentucky team of freshman Mashburn and loyal to the bone seniors throw the man to man full court press on a great Duke team mid-way through the second half and slowly chop them down like a great oak, was downright inspirational.
I had no allegience to either team, but I spontaneously wept for those Kentucky kids when Laettner hit that shot. I couldn't control it. That was their game.
I was screaming right before "Rick put a man on the inbounder for the love of God!!" I couldn't believe it when Hill was shuffling along with a clear view of his target up the court.
From Kentucky's shame to the brink of one of sport's all time great upsets in three seasons. One of the best coaching jobs in college hoops history regardless of that play.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KVLU94XTL4A&feature=related Great ESPN documentary on the game.
Thanks for costing us the title, jackass.
I got sent on a business trip to Cincinatti in March of '92 for 3 weeks. I drove out to Cinci from DC with a friend of mine who had came to visit. I was pissed because I had to drive the day of the regional final - Michigan vs. Ohio State.
We were listening to the game on the radio, but as it was winding down it got so intense that we HAD to find a place to watch the end. We had just crossed the Ohio state line when we found some dive bar. We tried to be cool and just watch, but when Michigan scored to pull off the win we went crazy. The locals at the bar were like WTF are Michigan fans doing in this bar? We scooted out of there quickly and got back on the road.
Once I got to Cinci, lo and behold in the Final Four game the Fab Five faced . . . . Cincinnati. The town was buzzing about Cincinnati making the Final Four, which was a big surprise at the time.
I watched the game at a downtown Cincinnati bar, the only Michigan fan in a sea of red Cincinnati fans. I was there too long and got drunk and a little unruly. The local TV station came to the bar to film the scene and what they got was a lens full of me immitating Dicky V. when Michigan won and broke Cinci's heart, yelling "It's Awsome Baybeee!!!" Another bar I had to leave quickly.
I remained convinced to this day that we would have betaen Duke if I could have somehow wound up in Durham for the game.
It was a rumor on North Campus, but I and others there believed... There was a kid from Bursley, a.k.a. "Chicken-Man." As the rumor goes, this kid was having a meal at SQ and not being a Michigan sports afficianado, decided to intercede. Some said it was a birthday thing, others thought it was a carefully planned conspiracy to usurp those yummy hamburgers con melty-cheese from the SQ cafeteria. Attempts at a Warren Commission type inquiry were rebuffed, but I know it was you Chris...
...you broke my heart.
(dammit, now I want a Cannoli)
Take the cannoli