I'll play along...
Iowa comes into NCAAs as a 7 seed and gets by the 11 seed. Maybe its good to play a team that hasn't seen our 4 vets play for the last four years. Rd of 32 now vs. the 2 seed. At least now, we can be the hunter rather than the hunted. Pressure is on the 2...not the 7. Gessell hits Woodbury for an ally-oop dunk as time expires. Sweet 16...vs the 3 seed. We shoot lights out...finally...and win by double figures. Elite 8. We exact revenge on Villanova for that Bahamanian loss three years ago. Archiadiafucco goes 0 for 11 while Sapp and Mike and woody go off for a combined 44 pts. Midwest region champs...But Woody falls off top step of ladder cutting down nets as he falls on scissors and is listed as day to day.
While the glass is now pretty much 7/8ths full as we make our first final four in 36 years, we think our run is over when Mt. Fransuvius finally erupts and gets the double T and is forced to leave with security. Incidentally, Fran's wife also gets ejected. Never fear though...Coach Speraw to the rescue. Draws up the perfect end of game play where Uhl dribbles it off his knee to a wide open Woodbury, who gets rejected as he tries the one handed dunk, ball flies out to Baer, who never turns down a shot and twinkles the twine from 29'! Hawks Win!!!
National Championship Game: Just one win away from one shining moment. Coach Fran back on the bench with a whole arsenal of timeouts as the Hawks prepare for battle against Coach K and Duke. The Devils lead at the half by 15 as the Duke student body chants, "Campbell's better! Clap clap clapclapclap! Campbell's better clap clap clapclapclap!!" But the heart of the champion, clutch, never say die Hawkeyes fight back to tie the game in the final minute.
30 seconds to play...10 seconds on the shot clock...After somehow going 25 feet without dribbling Cheapshot McTravel knocks in the layup. Puke up 2 with 19 secs to go. Time out Iowa...
With Jok and Uthoff on the bench for fouling out, Fran draws up the play. No one wants to run the "picket fence. Fran sees the lack of confidence in them, pauses, wipes the board clean. Just then, Clemmons steps up and says, "I'll make it!"
Fran: Get Sapp the ball on the top of the key...8 7 6...Sapp rams McTravel into a Woodbury eye-gouge...4 3 2...step back 3 for Sapp as in dials in his inner Kevin Gamble...SWISH!!!! cue the music...
Half full, baby!