Today marks the one year anniversary of the infamous 5OT epic in South Bend. Now before you jump down my throat for reminiscing on what, at first thought, may be a sharp, painful memory, think about what that day really meant to the University of Louisville hoops team and us, the fans.
There is no legend that does not experience trials and tribulations along the way to glory. No war hero is bereft of a scar. Sometimes, the greater the letdown, the more amazing the rebirth. Such was the case with last year's season. We all know what followed February 9, 2013.
HOFCRP's confident speech, "First we're going to win the next 7....." Revenge on an emotional senior day in the bucket, where we cried our goodbyes to two of this program's greatest and sent the Irish back home praying they wouldn't have to play the Cards at MSG. Then came Syracuse in the Big East Championship game and the true emergence of Trezl (oh yeah, and being down 16 with 15:45 or so remaining in the game; a virtual away game in the world's most famous venue).
Things got fun after that... for a couple weeks. Then the Duke game came along and the world seemingly ended on the court for a little while. But that second half! To Wichita St. and Cleanthony Early putting the biggest lump of dirt possible down my throat for the better part of two hours. To Spike Albrecht blowing up social media and our dreams, then quickly fading into oblivion as Cool Hand says "not today."
I just wanted to say, I don't remember the date of the Duke game, or the Michigan game, or any of them. But for what it's worth, I haven't come close to forgetting February 9th. I don't think I will anytime soon either. Happy anniversary.