Because the minutes melted away, because the lead started to develop, that’s whenever you acquired one ultimate clue simply how utterly St. John’s has captured the creativeness of the massive, unhealthy metropolis. Because the seconds slipped away to zero, because the cushion grew extra comfy till the 82-66 ultimate, you noticed — and heard — what occurs when workforce and city twin.
“We’ve said it all year,” Rick Pitino would say after the ultimate buzzer, after the pink, white and blue confetti was launched like a colourful hailstorm inside Madison Sq. Backyard, and earlier than his workforce would make the pilgrimage up the blue Werner ladders to chop down the nets. “We are New York City’s team.”
And New York is St. John’s metropolis. We at all times talked about historical past, about all these NIT titles, in regards to the nice Eighties groups that after moved the good Looie Carnesecca to proclaim: “Today these fellas walked with kings.” However for thus lengthy, all of that appeared dipped in a everlasting black-and-white hue.
That was about yesterday. That was in regards to the archives.
