Wow.
There really aren't words in the dictionary to describe the emotional roller-coaster i experienced last night, and am still feeling today. I still don't believe we won. I don't know how we won, it's all a blur.
Yes, i was at the game. Before the game my parents said i was white as a ghost, and i almost threw up before tip off. I was a nervous wreck, i was shaking...i was so emotional. The most important game of my life was right before me.
The unity of the Illini Nation shown last night was really something. To have everybody minus about 750 people screaming at the top of their lungs when the Illini came out for the game was something i'll never forget. Zona fans were shocked at this...they knew they were in for a long night. I have never seen such a home-court advantage. This was honestly better than Assembly Hall because everything was closer to the floor.
I barely had a voice by halftime, but i used the 20 minutes to chill out and recover for what would be the most important half of basketball this season. I was still nervous, but relatively calm because it was only a 2 pt game at half, so nothing was close to being decided.
It all changed from there.
I have no idea what happened for the first 15 minutes of the 2nd half. It was the ugliest thing i've seen all year from this team. I was so shocked, so sad...i didn't know what to do. I kept standing and screaming and clapping, trying to will this team on. But you look up at the scoreboard and you're still down 6, down 8, etc...and we are not closing the gap at all.
Then it just slips away even further. 15 freakin points. People were leaving with 3 and change left at the TV timeout. This game was over. Done. The dream had come to an end. I was saying out loud "this team doesn't know how to play from behind...this team doesn't know how to play from behind"
I was finally relegated to sitting down in my seat...and i was crying. There were already tears streaming down my face. I was trying to cope with the reality of our season being over. I couldn't believe what was happening, i really couldn't. I have never felt so bad in my life.
We start to cut into the gap a little bit...Luther drains a three here, Dee gets a put back here...but i'm still thinking "great, but we're still down 9"...this just isn't happening. Finally, Roger gets rejected on a put back with about 1:40ish left, still down 9. Knowing Zona will now run 35 seconds off the clock, i say aloud "that's game" to my friend in a very low voice, and start crying again.
Then the madness hits.
Head gets a steal, easy layup. Down 7. Damn, that's still a lot of points with only over a minute left. This isn't happening.
Two free throws go down, and we're down 8 with basically a minute left. No chance.
Deron very quickly makes a sweet move for a layup, and it's cut to 6. I stand up and wipe the tears from my face. You never know...i'm praying for Zona to choke their lives out at the line, because i know that's what it will take. It's basically all in Zona's hands.
Two more free throws...didn't choke at the line...we're f***ed. We need a miracle, we need a million threes to fall in no time, we need something, i don't even know.
Head drains one from long range. 5 pts with 50 something left. By this point all of us are on our feet, screaming out last screams, trying to get this team back into the game. We're all holding our breath. I think it was at that point was when i said a prayer to God.
A steal!!!!! Brown on the break, barely gets the layup in without overrunning the basket or getting it blocked. 3 pt game. This is doable now. We still need them to choke at the line though, i'm thinking.
Wrong. The inbounds pass is somehow batted up into the air by Jack and we recover it. There was an electric feeling in the place at that moment. We hit this, we're tied. But that's no guarantee.
Deron drains it. Pandemonium. I'm jumping over rows (nearly breaking my ankle) high fiving people i don't even know. It's loud as hell in there - i don't know if i've heard anything louder in my life.
Problem is, Zona has a chance to win before OT. So we can only lose at this point. I think every Illini fan lost their voice during that last possession, hoping we could get a stop. I know it's going to Salim, you know it's going to Salim, the guy down the street knows it's going to Salim. Out loud i'm saying "please don't hit this salim, no, no, don't hit this please no." Then McClellan hits rim, we get a rebound...AND DERON IS OPEN DOWN THE FLOOR WITH ENOUGH TIME LEFT!!!!
But the pass gets tipped, and Zona has it again. OH MY GOD, NO. I couldn't believe we were then gonna lose after having the ball with 5 seconds left. We get a block and a missed shot, and we're going to overtime.
I collapse on the floor under the seats and lay there for the whole intermission. There's a buzz in the crowd. For all the great that this comeback was, all it is now is a 5 minute game. We didn't win anything yet. However, we have all the momentum. There is no way in hell we are going to lose now right? My big worry was that we were in some bad foul trouble due to the last 5 minutes of the game.
We get the tip, we get the lead. We end up getting up 90-84 on some Deron threes, one of which i thought would hopefully break Zona's back, and the place is up for grabs. I know there's a lot of time left, and this is far from over. But we got this...we got this.
Zona brings it to 90-89, our ball. I want Deron to count down the clock and make a play...quite possibly his pull back jumper from the top of the key. Instead, Luther has the ball, and attempts a no chance layup from way outside the lane...f***. Now Zona's gonna have ANOTHER shot to win this thing on the last possession. I can't take this, i just can't. I would like to know what my heart rate was at that point. This one is different though...i know this game is over in 11 seconds. There's no one point basket. They make, they win...they miss, we win. There's no more overtime.
And in this timeout i reflect while observing the crowd all around me. This whole season, all these games, all this time, all the ups and downs...and we have an 11 second season. Are you serious? One ball, one shot, will determine the fate of this season. I'm beyond nervous. I'm scared for my life. But this team can win it with defense right here. We can do this. They aren't making this, they just aren't.
Salim's gonna get the ball AGAIN for the game. I saw this Thursday...not again...but no, in the most uncomprehensible series of events on a final possession in a game of this magnitude, Adams tries to penetrate for a second then throws up a prayer (and this thing was a prayer if i've ever seen one). I'm in the 3rd row behind the basket he's shooting at, so before the thing is even at it's peak, i know it has no chance of going in. The horn sounds. I jump as high as i've ever jumped in my life and hug my friend, my mom, and my dad...and about 10 other people i don't even know around my seat. We were tackling each other, rolling all over the seats...people were just out of their minds. And man, was it loud.
Then i tried to just absorb everything in front of me. I looked to Bruce, i looked to the players, and i made sure i looked at Lute and the Zona players sprawled out on the floor. I can't imagine what it's like for them, none of us can. I honest to God feel bad for them. If you don't feel the least bit sad for them, you don't have a heart. I looked at the Zona fans. Motionless, mouths open...shocked. They didn't move for minutes, they even watched the celebration.
I couldn't stop hugging people. Finally, something went right. I felt so...so..i don't even know. Relieved? Damn it, we deserved this, bruce deserved this, the players deserved this, the Illini fans deserved this, i deserved this. And we got it. This was meant to be. There's no other way to put it. I'm pretty much still in shock. It was all a blur, just a total blur. After the game, we tried to recap what happened the last few minutes of regulation, and we could barely remember anything. I was living by each possession, and once it was over it was like i had no clue what happened, just that the other team had the ball now. It all happened so fast, just so fast.
The emotional roller coaster was just unbelievable. This game was over, i was crying, i was trying to deal with the fact that this season basically was a waste. Who's going to remember a team who died in the elite 8? No one. A one game season, and we lost it. It's just not fair...it's just not fair at all.
Then, in the nick of time, we tie it up. I still can't believe it. How the hell did we tie it up?!?!?! Then hang on in OT by the skin of our teeth, one point. Thank you God.
I'm still so emotional the day after. I've never felt so happy in my life. We did it. We got to the final four in this amazing year. We're going to St Louis...WE'RE GOING TO ST LOUIS!!!!!
To all the other Illini fans out there, enjoy this. For the absolute hardcore ones out there that live and die with this team...this is just amazing isn't it? I love all of you. For any of you out there (and there's a lot of you) that live and die with your teams, whoever they may be, and show the passion that i've shown for this team this year, i hope one day you can experience this with your team. Because it's really something. You don't know what it's like until that's YOUR team out there. That's your school.
I love this team, i love this school...i can't wait to get back to campus tonight. This week should be incredible.
I've got a week's worth of finding final four tickets coming up. I will be selling body parts, whatever...i'm going to be there. I've been there every step of the way, and i'm gonna be there in St Louis.
In the meantime, i need to relax and enjoy this week.
But we have two more to go. I want the whole thing, i want it so bad. Can this team be stopped after this game? Some people are like "it's over, illini are guaranteed to win it now." No way. LONG way to go, going to have to win two more games against excellent opponents. Nothing is guaranteed.
Destiny?
We'll see
ILL
INI
-Kenny