I was at that game. It was incredible. I remember calling my cousin after the 3rd overtime and waking him up; told him to flip to ESPN and watch history in the making.
Was a miserable loss, but was compounded by the fact that by the time we made it back to Grand Central, we had missed the last train back into Connecticut. The only hotels nearby were insanely overpriced for what would've been a 4-hour stay, so we wandered around the city. Went into a bar and sat down on couches in the back, just trying to kill time. The waiters were all really nice; we kept falling asleep on the couches and they kept waking us up and telling us we couldn't sleep there. We didn't even order anything besides water since we were too tired to drink. But they brought us free popcorn and were awesome despite us essentially being homeless for the night and crashing on their couches. It took almost an hour before my father leaned in and said "Hey Mark, do you think this is a gay bar?" It was pretty obvious that it was after a quick glance around. I guess we were too tired to notice earlier. Anyway, the bar closed at 4 and we wandered around the city for a few hours until Grand Central opened up. An epic journey home, capping off an epic day at the Big East Tournament and (quite possibly) the greatest game in college basketball history.