Sitting up in press row last night, half checking twitter, half watching the game, half looking at anything else - don’t even talk to me about math, engineer people - I couldn’t quite get this feeling that something was different on the court. Not entirely different. Not even drastically different. But something. I’ve been having this feeling most the season. It might have started during Purdue’s trip to Taipei.
There would be moments in the game when the ball would go into a players hand - Dakota’s coming hard off a screen, Vincent in the post, Haas in the post, or Carsen anywhere - and it would just stay there.