45 seconds is nothing. It's a commercial and a half on TV. It's the length of time it takes to go a mile on the interstate. It's making a sandwich for lunch. It's an impossible finish to a basketball game.
Sports is the stupidest psychological drug. The highs are why we watch: invincibility, sheer joy, and a sense of justification for all the time and emotion spent watching. The lows are the evil reflection: disdain, disgust, despair. We lash out at everything and our outlook is spiced with buried self-loathing. Add to that cocktail the entire experience of Aggie fanhood, and the attitude at the 45 second mark last night among the collective fanbase was a savage level of BAS amplified by the knowledge of the fact that this team was capable of winning.
So they did. Danuel House didn't score his first point until there were just over five minutes left in the game. He finished with 22. Caruso had a season-high 25. We watch because we like Aggie sports but we like Aggie sports because they're our guys. We know how hard they've worked to get there, and they weren't ready to go home just yet, no, they'll just keep busting our asses as the social media gloating commences and try to disrupt the entire assumption of scientific and mathematical probability in the process. They came to win, and so they did.
And that's back to why we watch in the first place: we hope we'll win. If last night showed us anything, it's that the cutoff line for hopelessness has moved. It was the greatest comeback in NCAA history with under a minute left., with a team's legacy on the line and the whole world watching. If you can't readjust your own cutoff line for hope after those 45 seconds last night, you're watching for the wrong reasons.
Danuel House goes right for his baby girl, and if my tears could have been stopped, it's over now pic.twitter.com/g1LALQxeA0— EMOTIONAL RN (@TelcoAg) March 21, 2016