As free throw after free throw clanked off the rim – even by our most trusted shooters – in the back of my head was a vision of a hail mary last second buzzer-beater to win it for the Beavers.
Just numb. That’s all I am at this point. I wanted that one. I wanted it bad. Shit, I stayed up until all hours of the night watching the fucking thing even though you can regularly find me asleep by the time that game normally starts! And you could tell everyone on the Huskies wanted it. Especially Andrews. He was a man on a fucking mission and no one was going to stand in his way. I can’t say enough good things about his senior season, but it’s games like that – where this team is up against it – where you show your true colors. And Andrews did his damnedest, but it still wasn’t enough.
I can’t be too upset, it’s just really fucking disappointing. I really wanted this year to be the year. I probably say that every year, but I dunno. This team just has the feel of one that could be really special, but it’s one thing or another that always prevents them from taking it to the next level. Crucial free throws rimmed off by our top three guards. Stupid, numbnuts fouls in the second half. Lame ticky-tack fouls (and travelling no-calls by know-nothing Pac-12 Refs). And just a complete and utter lack of defensive intensity or rebounding ability, particularly in the first half. Ball it all up in a game that was close throughout and you get what we saw last night. Some jag hitting the shot of his life.
Congrats Stephen Thompson Jr. This is the greatest moment of your basketball life. It’s all downhill from here.
Unfortunately for the Huskies, we don’t even get that moment of joy. Just one clusterfuck after another. MAYBE, if we figure out a way to beat Oregon on Sunday, then take care of business next week against the Cougs, and top it off with a couple wins in the Pac-12 Tourney, we MIGHT qualify for an at-large bid. But, it’s looking more and more likely that it’s going to take winning the whole Pac-12 Tournament to do this season proper. You hate to have to depend on that, but that’s what happens when you have a second-half collapse like the Huskies have had this season.
I’m trying to cling to hope, but my grasp is slipping. It’s like trying to hold a gallon of dry sand without spilling anything. Don’t mind me, I’m just going to stand over here in the corner and quietly brood for a while.