What a great game! I got to watch on campus in the Reilly Room with students, professors, alumni, and folks from the neighborhood! And there were free snacks so you know I was all about those. It was so much fun shouting and clapping with all the other fans like we were actually there! And everyone tolerated how, uh, inappropriately competitive I get as an audience member.
ANOTHER ACTION SHOT!
We picked up some groceries and the guy at the counter had the audacity to be wearing a Duke sweatshirt. I glowered! We sparred with words. Then fists. I won. It was the greatest Butler vs Duke rematch of all time. (Okay not really but we had a good laugh.)
Here’s to another win on Saturday against Marquette! Grrrrr! (That’s my threatening bulldog growl.)
I CAN’T TURN OFF CAPS LOCK THIS IS TOO EXCITING
BUTLER BULLDOGS TAKE ON BUCKNELL I DON’T KNOW THEIR MASCOT TOMORROW!!
and I had a class canceled and another delayed in order to watch.
It’s so big that Rotnei Clarke got in Cosmo! Is it a little disturbing a handful of editors are salivating over Mr. Clarke in some huddled office? Maybe. But at least someone’s talking about Butler. I swear, every year it’s “Big Ten this, anyone-but-Butler that.” WE ARE HERE TO STAY PEOPLE.
I’m bringing my vuvuzela to campus tomorrow.
It rained all day yesterday.
I think the hardest thing to forget is the sound a crowd makes when something bad happens. Hinkle Fieldhouse was tense last night. Thirteen shots bounced out of rim as if the ball was cursed. The crowd’s collective “awwww” was just as loud as its cheers when Mack got in a 3-pointer just before the half to take us into the lead. The sound was painful. The disappointment was hard to stomach. A man sitting behind me shouted at the screen like a father trying to get his sons to improve their game–his frustration was only the beginning.
As the minutes clicked by and we went scoreless, I couldn’t fathom what was going on. Sure, UConn’s defense was on its game, but what was stopping us from getting those baskets? Also: why did CBS have a premade graphic of Butler’s “poor shooting”?
When it got down to a minute left in the game, I think I got a little choked up. It wasn’t about winning. Sure, I wanted to win. But I wanted our team, who worked so hard and got all the way here, to finally take the Championship we were so close to getting last year. I wanted the Bulldogs to be proud of themselves and at least shrug and say, “Well, we played a good game.”
But I knew they were going to be down on themselves. It was a bad half. A really bad half, the worst half we could have had in the biggest game of the season. So Vanzant and Howard cried in the locker room, and even Brad Stevens got choked up. I hate seeing such an extraordinary group of men feel like that.
And this morning, live from Hinkle Fieldhouse, Channel 13 alleged that the campus was dead, that we obviously lost a piece of the Butler spirit with the game last night. Woman, please. It is 11 AM and we have the day off. We’re sleeping the game away, and then we’re going to welcome our boys home.
“‘They’re scrappy, relentless,’ said Wisconsin junior guard Jordan Taylor. ‘I don’t know, they’re just tough kids. They never quit. That’s what makes them winners.’”