Friday was a heck of a day to be a Wildcat. It was fantastic to see all the purple at the pre-game pep rally and at the Barclays Center, and then watch a thrilling OT win that really put Northwestern's toughness and grit on full display. It was one of those days that make all the suffering we do worth it.
The pep rally, put together in just a few days, was great. ZeroSpace, the venue, was just a giant warehouse event space and perfect for what I heard was more than 1,500 NU fans. The cheerleaders, Wilie and band were all there, and Mike Greenberg, Billy McKinney and Coach Braun were the speakers. They had food trucks, a cash bar and music. As you know, Northwestern has a sizable NYC/East Coast alumni base, and they showed out. Check out my X feed, @WildcatReport, for pictures and more. They're doing the same thing again tomorrow.
Interesting that Drs. Schill and Gragg were both there but neither took the mike. That was probably a wise move. I saw Gragg several times at the event, milling through the crowd, not really talking to anyone. I don't think anyone really wants to talk to him, either. He's a man without a country. Behind press row at the game, there was an NU fan who heckled him mercilessly. Gragg wound up not sitting in his seat in the first half, and I think that's probably why. I thought the heckler was way out of line ("you suck, Gragg") but indicative of where Gragg stands with the fan base. I almost feel sorry for him. Almost.
Anyway, back to the pep rally...I got a chance to talk to several posters/fans. I got a chance to talk to Ifeadi Odenigbo for a few minutes. He was there as a fan. He just retired from the NFL after seven seasons and is trying to figure out what he's going to do next. He lives in New Jersey and just came up for the game. He remembered me. Really a great guy. I also finally got the chance to meet Mike Greenberg for the first time. I introduced myself as he was on the street and I was heading to the game. "I absolutely know who you are," he said. "Thank you for all your work." He said WildcatReport keeps him in touch with NU because he doesn't really have the time to follow the teams. That, as you might imagine, really made my day.
The crowd at the game was great. Purple definitely outnumbered red. They were pretty quiet in the first half -- there wasn't much reason to cheer for either team in a dreadful 20 minutes of basketball -- but they made their presence felt in the second half. There was a fantastic moment, in overtime, after FAU called a timeout. NU had the game in hand and everyone knew it. The purple throng rose as one to roar. Brooks and Luke waved their arms to get them to rise up and yell louder, and Buie beat his chest. It gives me chills as I write this.
NU plays at 7:45 ET tomorrow night, so I just extended my stay a day. No way I'm missing it. I rebooked my flight from Sunday to early Monday morning, and got a room at another hotel nearby (I had a free day coming, as it turns out).
@mshelton33 is staying an extra day too.
One ugly thing to report: last night, on the walk back to the hotel after watching JMU-Wisconsin, a little after midnight, Matt and I heard what we're pretty sure was a gunshot. On the walk, we saw two guys walk out of a bar right in front of us on the sidewalk, yelling profanities at each other. They were arguing about something and were probably intoxicated. I heard one of them dare the other one to pull out his piece and shoot him at one point. We took a wide berth around them, kept our heads down and just kept walking. You could hear them continue to shout at each other behind us. It went on for a long time, and we looked back from time to time but couldn't really see what was going on. There were quite a few other people walking on the street, too, so it's not like we were alone. When we were 2-3 blocks ahead of them, we heard it: a big echoing pop. Now, we don't know for sure it was a gunshot, and we don't know for sure it was them. But given the circumstances, and the location of the sound, it's a logical assumption. We just quickly took the next right onto a side street to get off 4th Avenue and walked the rest of the way to the hotel. I wouldn't say it was scary, exactly, but it was unnerving. We've got our Brooklyn story now, I guess.