Jeremiah Tilmon, like all Missouri fans, could do nothing more than stand and stare as Jordan Geist’s desperation heave flew toward the basket. After the game, he let out a long, low sigh before speaking about whether he thought his teammate’s shot would fall.
“Nooo, I did not,” the sophomore admitted. “But I prayed (while it was) in the air.”
As soon as the ball left Geist’s hands, he had focused his sights on the rim. The buzzer sounded. The basketball hit nothing but twine. The shooter stood motionless at the spot where he’d launched the 3-pointer before turning calmly to the Tigers bench that rushed over to greet him.