Before we get into the meat of this column, here’s a bit of information about me. I’m not a born-and-raised Hoosier fan. I didn’t come out of the womb bleeding cream and crimson. I didn’t grow up going to Assembly Hall and Memorial Stadium with my family. I’m not sure I really even knew what a Hoosier was until I was well into my teens.
I moved to Indiana in 2009 as a seventh-grader, so my earliest memory of IU basketball is the Wat Shot. It wasn’t something I celebrated or really recognized the full significance of at the time.