I Believe That We Will Win

I don't have the words to do that game justice. It was as good a college basketball contest as I've seen, two solid teams throwing haymakers. Our Tribe just wouldn't die. They're as tough mentally as any Tribe team, ever.

For the second year in a row, and the fourth in the past eight, William & Mary stands one game from the NCAA Tournament. The Wrens face preseason conference favorite Northeastern this evening for all the mid-major marbles. In general, we're a superstitious sort, but y'know what? That hasn't worked for us when it comes to the Tribe. So we say 'Fuck you, Jobu', we'll do this ourselves.

We're gonna win, dammit. Northeastern is good, but they're not great (just like us). We beat them handily in Williamsburg, while they returned the favor in Boston. The Huskies hammered us on the boards in both games, something that's not likely to change tonight. Vegas will likely install the 3rd-seeded Northeastern as favorites. But it's not about analysis at this point.

It's about fate. And it's our time to win, to fling this fucking monkey to the ground, to kick the damn ball out of Lucy's hands, to see our name announced next Sunday on CBS. (If the Selection Committee would see fit to put us in Columbus, Pittsburgh, or Jacksonville, we'd be much obliged.)

Tony Shaver's gonna play the part of Herb Brooks tomorrow.



Ignore the details, because they don't matter. Northeastern isn't the USSR (though the do wear red). We wouldn't lose nine of 10 to them - it'd likely be 5-5. And the game tonight is basketball, not hockey. Great moments, though, are made from great opportunity.

So a bunch of kids is going to go out tonight and do something that nobody's ever done before, that generations of people might've considered impossible, or at least highly unlikely.

Do you believe in miracles?