No Other

I stayed on the floor for a long time. Well past when the team had finished cutting down the nets and had headed to the locker room. I didn't leave the court until the maintenance staff was sweeping up the confetti and taking down the stage. Truth is, I didn't want to leave. Our team made it to the Final Four and I wanted to live inside that moment forever.

After walking off the court, I went back to my press seat to grab my computer. I had left it there with just over four minutes left when I got up to pace in the corner by the Illinois bench. I made it 36 minutes in my seat, but for those final four minutes (FINAL FOUR minutes), I just couldn't sit still.

Once I had grabbed my computer, I headed back to the media workroom. It's a long walk from the locker room hallway back up an elevator and around to the Rockets practice gym where they had the press conferences and the media workroom. When I walked in, the Illinois press conference was going on. And there was no one there. Like, no one.

Well, Tyler was there. Tyler asked 60% of the questions for the players press conference and 40% of the questions for Underwood's press conference. I stopped to take a photo of Tyler there in the middle surrounded by... no one: