I’m not gonna lie: I almost left.
There was a minute remaining in Saturday night’s Big East matchup between No. 11 Louisville and No. 25 Notre Dame, and I was at The Hoya’s spring recruitment party doing what I do best: planting myself in front of a TV, avoiding actual human interaction, and watching sports. As time wore down, though, my interest began to fade.
Jerian Grant got his team to overtime with his late-game heroics. (Yahoo Sports)
After all, Notre Dame star forward Jack Cooley had fouled out early, and following Cameron Biedscheid’s jumper to knot things up at 37 with 11:31 to go, the Irish had missed seven straight from the field over the next 10 minutes-plus. The lid on the hosts’ rim was screwed on so tightly Touchdown Jesus himself couldn’t have taken it off. And so, when a Russ Smith dunk put the Cards up seven with a minute left, I nearly got up to prematurely grab my jacket and head out.
But I didn’t. I stopped, and I stayed, and I watched. And watched. And watched some more.
Through one overtime. Then a second. Then another three.
I’d stayed up in high school until 2 in the morning watching UConn-Syracuse go through six OTs at the Garden four years back, so that wasn’t really out of character. No, the far stranger part was how much everyone else was glued to it, too.