What a stupid way to win a championship. Aaaaaaaand we’ll take it, AMIRITE?!?!?
First, the #LuckyBadgers find they’ve spent all their tokens. Then, the Murray Twins can’t buy a free-throw, while Belo spends twenty minutes throwing the ball away. And when the dust settles, a trophy.
As your hangover recedes, you’re already forgetting how the game unfolded. Twenty years from now, you’ll have no idea.
It doesn’t matter.
The feeling you had throughout the championship-winning game was probably something like “BELO WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!?” or perhaps “COLEMAN WHY DID YOU SHOOT THAT?!?!?”
Honestly, this game felt like a lifetime. And most of the time, you felt like you were dying.
And then, at the other end of the court, Joe Toussaint moved his feet too much while trying to find a passing lane.
Defense. Travels. It was the theme of the game. And Illinois won it, and a championship.
We remember the Derek Harper three that got Illinois into the 1983 tourney, but we have no idea what the ’84 Illini did to tie Purdue for the conference championship.
Ah, yes. They lost at Mackey.
I mean, that’s one way to look at it. You could also sayIllinois beat B1G doormat Wisconsin to clinch the deal.
Or don’t worry about it. It doesn’t matter.
Illinois was in position, Saturday, to win a Big Ten Championship on Sunday. It didn’t seem likely, but fundamentally, it’s the putting yourself in position that matters.
The 2002 Illini championship (or 2001? … nah, not even finna Google this time) had a similar less than triumphant, come-from-behind, all dominoes must collapse in this order feel to it. And that’s how those dominoes fell. I think there was an unlikely Wisconsin loss there too, but I ain’t lookin’ it up.
Brad Underwood said something important in the PSU postgame, which was about four nights and a lifetime ago. He said he told his team they’d have four or five games in the NCAA Tournament that were like that.
Scrap, scrape, bang, bend. Don’t break.
It’s been alarming and unnerving to watch Illini basketball these past two months, and yet here you are, celebrating a championship. How should you feel about that? How should you feel about their tourney chances?
1989 was a lot more fun. 2005 felt too easy. 1998 was five wastrels against the Big Bad Izzoes, a genuine David/Goliath story.
2001 was a tragedy, but maybe it helped the Big Ten’s front office recognize that referees should penalize players for fouling other players.
The gritty 2022 championship-winning Illini men’s basketball team feels like an offhand remark that’s been weighted down by the gravity of situation: If it keeps scrapping, it might win a championship. You know, like it just did last night.
“I told them they’d have four or five games like this in the NCAA Tournament” became “I’d like to play nine more.”
That was Brad’s postgame observation about his time with Trent and Da’Monte.
You’re smart. Do the math.