Why do you have to be a heartbreaker?
Is it a lesson that I never knew?
Gotta get out of the spell that I’m under
My love for you- Dionne Warwick
How can one face a keyboard after Maryland’s men’s basketball team, prepared by regular season comebacks against Clemson (from a 15-point deficit) and N.C. State (down 10 at halftime), nearly snatched one from Sparty’s green jaws? Who has words? (maybe Earvin Johnson really is “Magic”).
Yesterday was heartrenching to say the least. Even the diehards must have given up, when the Big Ten entry led by 16 with twelve minutes to play, then a daunting nine with two minutes showing.
Be careful what you wish for.
When all appeared lost, but the Terps drew tantalizingly closer, I wished they would go out fighting. Make it a game. Display the heart they’ve shown erasing previous deficits. But alas, these were Tom Izzo’s boys, tough as nails and not the dregs of the ACC. That was a poor choice of wishes.
But the impossible happened (the defense, finally tightened up after a shameful first 37 minutes), and Greivis gave us an improbable 83-82 edge. Now Sparty appeared short on time, given the demands of an end-to-end rush. I just hoped the guys didn’t foul. I was not only shocked, I was prepared to watch Maryland, and see thousands of Terps’ faithful in St. Louis next week, where I will attend a men’s regional final. All this with Kansas eliminated from the field (Jayhwak fans can drive to St. Louis, and would have dominated the gym). But it was not to be.
The shot went in (Terp Nation rollercoastered from utter disbelief to utter disbelief).
Despite not having recovered, and having a former schoolmate who has yet to hear from a brother who attended the game in Spokane, I salute the men of Maryland for winning a share of the ACC crown, supporting one of the NCAA’s best individual players, giving Gary their all (especially at the end of games), and exceeding preseason expectations. If it couldn’t end on a positive note, they went down like they went in.
It’s been a tournament of surprises, from Cornell to St. Mary’s. Maryland was not wiped out by supposedly inferior competition, as some storied programs (one even local to D.C. ) were. They merely ran out of miracles.

