The dunk heard round the world

By on January 28, 2015

By Noah Allison:

There was really nothing quite like it.

In my day of watching sports, I don’t think there has ever been a single moment where I was more crunk than right after his alley-oop dunk.

If it were the exact play, regardless of circumstances, in a regular season game, it would have been incredible. If it were in any other moment of the national championship, it would have been incredibly awesome. But given the real life circumstances of the moment, the meaning and the impact, it was incredibly perfect.

I”ll always remember sitting in room 405 of Unitas Tower, nervous out of my mind. Michigan was beating us in the national championship. I didn’t hate anybody else more than this little nobody off Michigan’s bench name Spike Albreicht. He was having the performance of a lifetime and was knocking down three point shots all the way from Ann Arbor.

With just around three minutes left in the first half, we were down by 12, and I felt sick. Then, all of a sudden, it happened. Nobody comes back like that, not that fast. Sure it’s easy enough to say all you’ve got to do is hit four three-pointers and you’re back in it, but nobody actually just goes ahead and hits four straight three pointers. Well, Luke Hancock sure ain’t a nobody. One after the other, after the other, after the other, after the other; all from the same spot!

The energy, the excitement, the raw passion was building up like a volcano. The pressure couldn’t hold much more. Something was going to have to give.

Luke made a steal; the ball was fumbled around for a moment before Peyton gained control. There were less than 30 seconds left in the half, and after all the brilliant moments the first half produced, we had a chance to take our first lead in what felt like forever.

A freshman Harrell trailed Peyton Siva. As  the ball reached the free throw line the world paused – Peyton threw up a lob that seemed to hang in the air for an eternity. At its zenith, the ball seemed as high as the peak of Mount Everest. What mere mortal could reach that? Then, soaring above the paint, this teenager named Montrezl Harrell reached for the heavens, and in simple terms, threw down the biggest, craziest, most awesome alley-oop that anyone in Card Nation could ever witness.

I screamed my heart out; no, roared is more like it. I think I embodied the passion and motions of a silver back gorilla out of response to the dunk. I ran out into the hallway to meet another fan who was in the exact same mental state. We chest bumped, cursed quite a bit and high fived as much as we could to release this newly discovered level of excitement.

The dunk made Louisville heart rates skyrocket and Michigan hearts stop. It was just plain nasty. Montrezl’s national championship alley-oop capped off a stunning 16-3 run that the Cards embarked on just four minutes earlier. Louisville took the lead and, as they say, the rest is history.

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