A couple months ago, I started this blog with a reflection about the pain that I felt following the Green Bay Packers’ loss to the Seattle Seahawks. That’s how this blog got its name. Sports are all about heartbreak. There is only one champion every year. There is a lot of heartbreak throughout the country tonight, but there is none in my house. Wisconsin won, they are going to the National Championship, and I am currently taking donations to fund my trip to Indianapolis on Monday. No, seriously, if you want to help me out, I will gladly take your money so I can pay for a ticket, gas, and food.
In my preview for the Wisconsin-Kentucky game, I talked about how big of a mess I was during both the UNC and Arizona game, and how I knew that I would be a wreck during this game. Well, I was right. My girlfriend and one of my best friends currently have approximately 150+ seconds of me freaking out on their Snapchat stories, and I couldn’t care less about how stupid I look. I was a disaster the entire game, but none of that matters anymore. The Wisconsin Badgers are in the National Championship, and there is nothing that you could say to me that would ruin my night. On Wisconsin.
The way the game started, I was not feeling optimistic. In the first minute, we have to deal with an Andrew Harrison three, a really bad Kaminsky turnover, and a big dunk from Cauley-Stein. This was not the hot start that any Badger fan was looking for. We clawed back, we fought for every point, and all of a sudden we were up on the Goliath of the NCAA. This wasn’t a true David and Goliath tale though; we couldn’t just fling one stone and expect to win. Kentucky came crawling back, and was up by two in the final seconds of the first half. Bronson Koenig stepped up though, and hit a huge jumper right before the buzzer to tie the game up at half. A tie game at half. Hard not to be happy with that.
The second half was a mystery to me, though. Both teams came out of the gate exceptionally hot, Kentucky just a little bit colder though. We would score four out of five possessions, and they only scored three out of five. They had a look in their eyes; a look of fear. My optimism was shooting through the roof, only to be brought right back down. Somehow, someway, Kentucky just kept clawing their way back into the game. With under four minutes to go, Wisconsin was down four, and my nerves were getting the best of me. At the under four TV timeout, I looked to the sky, closed my eyes, and prayed. I prayed like I had never prayed before. “God, please. Please, please, please do not let us lose this game. We’ve worked to hard for this. I don’t know why I keep saying “we”, because I have nothing to do with this, but please don’t let Wisconsin lose.” And just like that, my prayers were answered.
All of a sudden the offense clicked. The defense tightened up. Josh Gasser took a open hand slap from Trey Lyles, and seemed to throw a menacing stare toward the Kentucky bench. Captain America did not approve of this gesture from Kentucky. It was as if his facial expression said, “You guys are screwed. You messed with the wrong guy.” Everything after the Gasser slap was a blur, I won’t even lie. I was too caught up in the moment, just trying to hold on tight to the emotional roller coaster ride that I was on. Two plays stick out in my mind, though. The Dekker step back three, and the offensive foul on the other end immediately after that play.
That was it. The tide had turned. There was no way that Kentucky could overcome that. They had climbed so many hills during the year, they had taken on every punch and powered through it. Until this point. Those two plays were the haymakers that every team had been trying to throw the entire season. Every other team that had thrown them, had whiffed. Wisconsin connected though, and they connected with authority. When Trey Lyles got called for the offensive foul, he had a look on his face that said it all. In a way, it reminded me of the look that Alex Rodriguez had on his face after he smacked the ball out of Bronson Arroyo’s glove in the 2004 ALCS. “Who, me?” Kentucky got caught red-handed. That was all she wrote. A few free throws here, a defensive stop there, and that was it. History.
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I feel bad for Kentucky, and I mean that. In a way, I wanted to see them go 40-0 and make history, as long as it wasn’t at Wisconsin’s expense. I have seen a lot of historic sport moments in my life. A few that stick out in my mind are the Earnhardt crash at Daytona, the Red Sox coming back after being down from 3-0 against the Yankees in the ALCS and then winning their first World Series since 1918, and Green Bay winning the Super Bowl in 2011. Those sporting events meant something to me. I didn’t know what the Earnhardt crash meant at the time, but I knew it was big. I loved (and still love) the Red Sox, and I hated (and still hate) the Yankees, so I was aware of what that meant. Being born in Wisconsin, I knew that Green Bay winning the Super Bowl was something that had to be celebrated. Kentucky going 40-0 would have been history. This result, though… Words can’t even begin to describe it.
Being a fan of Badger basketball has been really painful. I don’t remember the Final Four in 2000. I’m pretty sure my first Badger basketball memory was in 2004 when I went to the Wisconsin’s first round game in Milwaukee against Richmond. It wasn’t a pretty game, but Wisconsin battled for a tough victory. From that moment forward, I was in love with Wisconsin basketball. I remember watching Alando Tucker take Wisconsin to the #1 ranking in the nation, and I remember being in Chicago when he set the Wisconsin scoring record against Illinois in the Big Ten Tournament. I also remember that team losing to UNLV in the second round of the tournament. I remember when Wisconsin met up with some kid named Steph Curry and Davidson in the Sweet 16. That might have been my most painful game as a Badger fan. Wisconsin got blown out, and the most vivid image from that game is my dad throwing his Wisconsin hat across the basement in frustration. I remember when Wisconsin hit buzzer beater after buzzer beater in the 2012-2013 season, only to run into Marshall Henderson in the first round of the NCAA tournament. I remember Aaron Harrison hitting the dagger with five seconds left last year in the Final Four. I began to think that being a fan of Wisconsin basketball was all about being a fan of heartbreak. Until this.
Words can’t describe what I’m feeling right now. I’m the happiest man in the world, at least in my mind. Monday night, my Wisconsin Badgers are going to be playing the Duke Blue Devils (ironically, my second favorite team) for a National Championship. This entire week, people have asked me who I would cheer for if Wisconsin met up with Duke. The answer? Wisconsin, all the way. I went to Wisconsin for a year or school. Wisconsin holds my first college basketball memories. All I ever wanted to do growing up was play for Bo Ryan. Wisconsin, all the way.
No matter what happens in Indianapolis on Monday, April 6th of 2015, I will be a happy man. Of course I want to see Wisconsin walk away with their first National Championship since 1941. This Wisconsin team has accomplished so many things that I never thought that I would see, though. Frank Kaminsky wins Player of the Year. Never thought I’d see that. This team goes to back-to-back Final Fours. Never thought I’d see that. This team knocks off the 38-0 Kentucky Wildcats, a team that can’t be beaten. Never thought I’d see that. This team makes it to the National Championship. NEVER THOUGHT I’D SEE THAT. Wisconsin knocks off Duke to win the National Championship. I hope I can see that. If Wisconsin loses to Duke in the National Championship, I will still be happy with this season. Damn, I sure hope they win though. On, Wisconsin.

