We'll be brief again, as I try to wrap my head around the most aggravating, annoying and yet somehow exhilarating 45 minutes of basketball you'll ever see.

Was this just the basketball gods messing with us? Klay's carry goes uncalled, and then Abe draws a foul with 0.2 seconds left on the clock... a rare case of late-game officiating leaning the home team's way in Beasley. But then Abe misses not one, but two free throws that could have won the game.

What then transpired were five minutes of overtime where it felt like Northwestern had the ball for four of those minutes and missed about 23 jumpers (estimate). In the end, the Cougs and Klay Thompson were good enough to win. Which is all you have to be. But my oh my what a night. I don't know whether to take the tape of that game and burn it or wrap it up with a bow and set it on my mantle. Maybe wrap it with a bow and then burn it?

On to Madison Square Garden. New York. Concrete jungle where dreams are made of/There's nothing you can't dooooo...

Player of the Game: Klay Thompson. 17 and 10. One more year?

Right Hand Man: DeAngelo Casto

Unsung Hero: Brock Motum

Play of the Game: The Klay dunk.

It was over when... Northwestern saved a ball on the baseline... tossing it out for an unbelievably good look for three with time expiring. The shot fell short, and the Cougs moved on.