Many of us probably have no need to be reminded. 64-52. And it wasn't even that close. I remember this like it was yesterday. I remember where I was, I remember being alone in my room shutting off my television and punching my bed as if I was inflicting pain on myself. I remember posting a status on Facebook daring anyone to comment on the outcome of the game, promising them that they would be on my hit list. Some disregarded such threats and laughed at my agony- they soon felt my wrath (if you can call it that). I deleted them as a friend on Facebook and had a few choice words. I was a man but I was acting like a toddler and I could care less. I cried uncontrollably. I had such high hopes. I just knew that 2009 was our time-and yet we fell short. I will never forget. Pitino has probably not forgotten. I guarantee most of you haven't either but why not remind you once more. This right here is why a win Thursday night will be quite redemptive. It won't erase the pain but it'll feel good. Where were you March 29th, 2009?