I thought the "Requiem for the Big East" piece was quite interesting. I was a Big East junkie. It was nice to see some of the coaches I hadn't seen in a while like Rollie Massimino, Lou Carneseca.
I always had mixed feelings about John Thompson. On the one hand, I admired him for sticking up for his players, especially Patrick Ewing, when they had to deal with the racial taunts at the games. On the other hand, I never liked how he promoted the "thuggery" of how the team played, especially given the fact they were good enough to play "clean." I also never liked his us against them schtick, the whole "Hoya paranoia" mentality. I don't think he did his players any favors in that regard.
While I understand that Georgetown and Syracuse were the big dogs of the Big East for a long time, I thought that too much time was spent on them and their rivalry. Seems like Thompson and Boeheim still don't like each other all that much, but I guess they respect each other. However, I did agree with Thompson's "Et tu, Brute" comment because Syracuse leaving the Big East just. ain't, right. Just like Maryland leaving the ACC just. ain't. right.
One thing I'll always remember about the Big East was the NCAA championship game between Georgetown and Villanova. I remember hearing/reading all week leading up to the game that Villanova had no chance. None. Somebody came up with the moniker "Villanochance." I didn't like Georgetown anyway, so I decided to root for the underdog. The night of the game, I was sick as a dog, lying in bed watching the game. The apartment walls were pretty thin and some yahoo in the apartment next to mine kept screaming long and loud every time Georgetown made a shot. While I could understand his enthusiasm, by the second half I couldn't take anymore, my head was pounding, so I ever so politely asked him through the wall to please tone it down because I was sick and had a pounding headache. He began to scream louder and longer. When Villanova won, I raised my sick body off the bed and with as much strength as I could muster, I screamed, YESSSSS!!!!!!!! I can still picture little Rollie running around on the floor. There was no sound from next door. Good night, asshole.