I was in New Hampshire, watching the game with my son and a few of his friends at a sports bar/arcade/axe throwing place.
The few of us sitting at a table were the only people in the joint watching the game. Throughout the first half I was getting quite irritated with the way things were unraveling, but was nowhere near giving up. I had to spend some time, beginning latre in the first half convincing my son that we could work our way back in the game.
Shortly before the start of the second half, I asked my son if he remembered what we would do during the 2011 tournament to change momentum when needed (he was a sophomeore in HS at the time and did not remember), I said if we were sitting, we would stand. If that wasn't effective, we would switch sides from where we were standing, then, if needed sit again. I told him "we need a quick start to the second half, then Duke will be on the ropes. As the half didn't start as well as I hoped, I said "we need to stand". And we stood for the remainder of the game.
I start giving benchmarks, if we get within ten, when we need to get within seven, later five, and as we beat each of those by more than a minute, I repeatedly said "we're on schedule, we will win this game". I got nervous a few times as every time we were about to completely close the gap something happened letting the extend it. After Solo's and one with about 3 1/2 minutes left I told him the game will be tied with a minute left and Mullins will hit a corner three, the Duke won't catch us. My prediction was off, and i was lamenting the two late missed free throws (Ball & Demary each missed one) and started calculating how quickly we would need to hit a three if they hit both free throws (fortunately it never came to that). When Cayden Boozer got the ball I fully expected him to wrap both arms around it and wait to get fouled When he started to pass I yelled "please", which was basically saying "please make a bad pass, please throw the ball away, please do something that will give us a chance". My son yells "we got it" when Braylon grabbed the ball and as soon as Alex got the pass, seeing how he wasn't squated up to shoot and couldn't drive past Boozer, I yelled "get rid of it" as I was worried he'd hoist up a prayer. As soon as he sent the ball back to Braylon I knew we had a shot. My son and I exploded as soon as the ball went through the net, the I immediately gave my son a massive hug.
People from about four or five different groups came over to us, asking what happened (the remainder of the bar was oblivious that there was a basketball game on).
On the ride back to where I was staying, as there are few stations I know of up there, my car radio played Prince's 1999. I haven't heard that song, other than playing it myself (after we've won our second, third, fourth, fifth & sixth titles) in longer than I can remember. The mojo is there and things are falling into place!