I'll cop to watching 38 minutes of last night's game and at no time having faith that we would win, until Ben nailed that trey to get us within one. Although they are our bitter rival, I thoroughly enjoy watching Purdue play, and listening to Painter's postgame pressers. He's a Hall of Fame coach and so articulate about strategy, the game, and managing his players. All evening long I kept telling myself that Purdue was just better than us. Executed well underneath, denied us offensive boards. Scored consistently. Were more seasoned, with Smith, TKR, and Loyer having three seasons of top-caliber performance in the conference under their belts. Shot much better than we did. Smith penetrating and dishing or scoring is a thing of beauty. Etc..
Every time we'd narrow the 7-10 point gap to a bucket or so, and even when we pulled ahead under 10, I just didn't believe we would sustain it, particularly without Rez and with Ben having to spell Tomi on TKR. Purdue just gets these things done, even on the road in an environment such as the AH.
And then we just put the hammer down in the final three mins, went on that 16-3 run, and buried them.
That's why I love this game, as I've done for well over 50 years, and this team. Volatility born of growth and resilience. We're young but talented and gelling at the right time. The Michigan and Purdue games have put some swagger in us, and I dig that going into the BTT. The next couple weekends will be great fun. If we make it past the first weekend of the Dance we're playing with a stack of house money.
Two weeks ago this evening I sat in MSG and watched Duke absolutely destroy us. Six days ago I sat in Crisler and watched us pound Michigan into the ground in the 2H. And now here we are. What a 14-day swing. Keep it going, boys. We love no other.
