Yeah, I don't remember those either.
* This is normally the point where I'd advocate calling someone who goes by "Timmy" or "Ricky" or "Bobby," "Tim" or "Rick" (or "Dick") or "Bob." Sadly, I can't do the same with Jimmy Butler, because I have an uncle named Jim Butler. And that'd just be weird.
If the Late Game Jitters Demon that haunted Jimmy in those early BEast games survived Jimmy's game-winner against UCONN, Jimmy punched that bastard in the cock with his cold-blooded dagger in OT against St. John's. "FUCK YOU," said Jimmy to the Demon, the laughing, barking Demon.**
** I apologize for the awkward demon metaphor, and the bizarre cock-punch reference, and the cursing. I have to get these things out of my system now.
As the Demon lay cradling his achin' ballsack***, Marquette clinched a .500 record in conference play and added to the evidence that yours truly should never, ever, ever make predictions about anything.
In fact, I'm going to stop there, and I'm not even going to mention the fact that Buzz ran the same play at the end of regulation and at the end of OT (and that it was the same play he called at end of the UCONN game).****
**** Please ignore the fact that I just mentioned this.
We'll end with something new:
Game MVP: 'Zar was big with 22, but the ball too often stops moving as soon as he touches it, and he put up a few headscratchers from three-point range. But there's no other choice here -- it's Jimmy, who earned himself a new nickname last night: I'm partial to Jimmy Clutch, but I'll entertain arguments for Jimmy Closer.
The Brian Barone Unsung Hero Award: Dwight Buycks was big in the first half, keeping St. John's lead in single digits with a couple tasty fall-away jumpers. I think we split this award and give it to Joe Fulce (I'm as shocked as you) and Junior Cadougan, who busted his ass and kept the ship afloat while Acker and Cubillan sat out with foul trouble in the first half.
The Trojan-ENZ Boner of the Week Call: Add to the calls that officials routinely miss: goaltending. JC had a great drive and clearly laid the ball off the backboard, only to have it swatted away by a St. John's player. There was an official less than five feet away. No call. Brain aneurysm.