Remember last year at this time, when there were four Ohio teams in the Sweet 16?
Yeah, that was fun. Truthfully, though, it’s hard to remember last week at this time, when all seemed right in the college basketball world for 68 teams and probably 65 of those teams had at least some reason for optimism.
The one thing visiting two different NCAA tournament sites on the tournament’s first weekend reminded me of is how quickly it all ends.
The first thing I saw in Auburn Hills last Thursday was a dejected Saint Mary’s team walking to its bus.
On Sunday, I saw Iowa State making the same walk in Dayton. It was snowy and windy and miserable. Fittingly miserable.
Man, it stings. Especially for the seniors. Especially when the games are so close. We live for the madness, the magic and the one shining moment that happens when Aaron Craft beats the buzzer and Florida Gulf Coast dances to the Sweet 16.
Enjoy the hell out of it, FGCU. It probably ends with a beatdown this Friday. It ends for 67 teams at least a little too soon.
Whatever happens, FGCU made it a lot longer than over half the field. Thinking about makes Ohio State’s run of four straight Sweet 16s that much more impressive, really.
Last Thursday night I saw the three VCU players being escorted to the media area after their rout of Akron laughing. How could you blame them?
About 40 minutes later, I saw VCU coach Shaka Smart leading a pack of VCU employees of some sort (I’m guessing) turn a corner on his way out of that media area, unaware that Akron coach Keith Dambrot and some of his assistants were just to his left as he turned right.
Smart gave a quick wave as he turned right. It was a little awkward, to say the least, after Smart and Dambrot talked last week about being best friends and then VCU beat Akron past submission, 88-42. What Dambrot and the Akron contingent were thinking at that point, I really don’t know. I can guess that the jubilant Akron show selection party four nights earlier felt like it had been 40 nights earlier.
I know, at the point of that awkward wave, that Smart was already thinking about Michigan.
Exactly 36 hours later, Michigan ran VCU off the floor and ran VCU out of the tournament.
Ran ‘em right back to the bus. It was probably cold, windy and miserable. I don’t know for sure because I was in Dayton, wondering how in 2013 the NCAA could play a first weekend at a place that doesn’t have a single restaurant or bar within a 20-minute walk of the arena.
It’s the walks these players and coaches make out of the arena that provide some of the most powerful images I remember in every tournament. It’s gone in a flash; it’s great while it lasts.
Is it Thursday yet? I’m ready for some more win or go home basketball.