Forty minutes is all we have left with this team.
This has been a whirlwind of a season. From Big Blue Madness to today, it’s like we’ve all been strapped on a roller coaster, unable to get off, no matter how nauseous we got. Belly-flipping highs (Kansas, UNC, Louisville, and Vandy) were met with lurching lows (Bloomington, SEC Championship), but I don’t want it to stop. The last week may have been the most stressful of my life, but you couldn’t pry it from my clammy sweaty hands if you tried. For all the drama, build-up and sleepless nights, it’s finally here. We’ve been encouraging you guys to stop and smell the roses for the past month or so, but tonight, it’s more important than ever.
When the ball is tipped on that odd green court in New Orleans, it will be the last time this group of Wildcats play together. It will be the last time we see an Anthony Davis auto-lob, a Doron Lamb three goggle, a Terrence Jones mini-flex, and Darius Miller’s heroics, all in one place. My heart can’t handle it, but it may be the last time we see Michael Kidd-Gilchrist in a Kentucky uniform, wearing it in a way that would make Adolph Rupp proud.
Win or not, this squad will go down as one of the best in Kentucky history, which is remarkable considering we’ve only known some of them for a year.
Forty minutes until all the speculation is over, the critics are silenced, and the Cats take their rightful place on the throne of college basketball.
Forty minutes until the couches in Lexington clutch their cushions and quiver.
Forty minutes until fourteen years of waiting is over.
Forty minutes until glory.
Go Big Blue.