This was a Large East night time straight out of the old-fashioned, straight out of 1985 or so, straight out of the guts of an outdated basketball darkness when groups that might barely stand the sight of one another would alternate basketball uppercuts like a few proud outdated prizefighters leaking oil and low on gasoline.
We have now been instructed battles like these solely belong to yesterday now, to the frayed pages of outdated scrapbooks and grainy video tapes. For an evening, no less than, that was confirmed incorrect. For an evening, all throughout 40 splendid minutes at Madison Sq. Backyard, St. John’s and Connecticut got here after one another time after time, possession after possession, haymaker after haymaker.
For one night time, for one sport, we have been transported to that visceral, ebullient peak that these video games all the time appeared to succeed in, when the one video games in the entire sport value speaking about have been performed contained in the blood-stained, bruise-covered boundaries of the Large East.
St. John’s gained the sport, 81-72, a signature win of what’s slowly turning into a signature season.
