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We’re Americans, and so we only have room for one team in any given year. The champions get all of the credit, all of the attention and are the ones we remember. So we’re just supposed to forget about the Illini now because they had the gall to go 37-2?

Screw that.

They lost to North Carolina because they couldn’t stop Sean May, and no matter how hard Roy Williams tried to lose the game, Sean wouldn’t let him. So that’s supposed to be our memory of the 2005 Illini?

I don’t think so.

There were too many great moments. Too many “wow, these guys are good” revelations and they just did too much, too well to go down in anything but our amber colored memory banks. This was a team unlike any we’d ever seen. Unselfish, hardworking and they never gave up.

Even when they fell behind by 15 in the second half you knew they’d find a way to claw back into it. And they did.

Suddenly it was 70-70 with 2:32 to go. Two and a half minutes to decide the national title.

But it wasn’t exactly two and a half minutes that either team will put in a time capsule.

Rashad McCants, who apparently had driven home at halftime, came back and took a horrific twisting layup that clanked hard off the backboard and was tipped in by Marvin Williams. That was the last field goal of the night.

Deron Williams missed a three. Luther Head missed a three. Both times Illinois got the ball back. Then Head committed Illinois’ only turnover of the half when he tried to find Dee Brown in the corner, only to have Raymond Felton steal the ball.

Felton was fouled and gave Illinois one last chance when he made only one free throw. Head got another good look at a three and missed and it was over. Painfully, those three three point attempts, one by Williams, two by Head, all looked like they were going in. None did. If one does? Well…we’ll never know.

Some dope wrote yesterday that if James Augustine could score half as many points as Sean May that Illinois would be in good shape.

Let me check my math. Is zero half of 26? It’s not? Well, maybe that was true, then.

It took Illinois 100 years to play for a national title. It might take them 100 more to do it again. Though, that seems unlikely. Regardless, the loss stings even more than it would have because you just don’t know when that chance will come again.

I’ve been watching Illinois and Notre Dame basketball since I was a toddler, and let’s just say I wasn’t surprised, nor thrilled to see on ESPN that those schools are one and three in NCAA Tournament wins without a national title. They’ve combined for 200 years of college basketball and until last night, neither had ever played for the big prize.

But even if it takes them a year or two to rebuild back to Big Ten championship status, I think the 2004-05 Illini have given us enough memories to get us through a mediocre winter or two.

Undisputed Big Ten titles and Final Four trips don’t exactly grow on trees in these parts. We’ll remember these guys.

We’ll remember Bruce Weber, mainly because he’ll still be around, but also because he went from being weird to being quirky pretty darn quick. He’s a hell of a basketball coach, too, and that doesn’t hurt.

We’ll remember Luther Head, not for the missed three and the turnover, but for the way he got better every year and the way he willed himself to four straight balls out efforts, even on a balky hamstring. Of all the guys Illinois will lose the next two years, the toughest to replace will be Luther, he’s got an all-around skill set, that you just don’t see very often.

We’ll remember Deron Williams because when he’s gone we’ll be reminded what it’s like to not have a point guard as fearless or as flawless as he was. Illinois has had some good lead guards over the years, including the great (and I mean that) Derek Harper, and Deron’s easily the best they’ve ever had.

We’ll remember Dee Brown for always being the toughest guy on the court, no matter their size. We also have a hunch that the little man’s going to enjoy a season alone in the spotlight next year, and that the Illini will be a little better than you think.

We’ll remember James Augustine, not for his three dumb fouls last night (and the two phantom ones he got saddled with, too), but for the way he constantly tormented Wisconsin this year. The Illini beat them three times, and Augie was the big reason all three times.

We’ll remember the Reverend Roger Powell for that hellacious missed-three-putback-slam against Louisville, because, we might never see it again, and certainly we’ll never see it in a spot as important as that was. I’ll always remember his dunk in OT against Arizona, too, the one that somehow stayed in the cylinder. And, I doubt we’ll ever find a player who can surpass the dignity that Roger displayed in his Illini career.

We’ll remember Jack Ingram because he just got better every night. He has nothing to be ashamed of for his title game performance. Every time North Carolina looked like they were going to pull away, Jack–of all people–stepped up and made a play. And Jack, you’ll always have Arizona. You’re famous for life for that one.

We’ll remember Nick Smith…well, Nick, maybe time will soften our memory of the way you pouted and regressed in 2005? Or, maybe not.

For the rest of the guys, Bake McBride, Warren Carter and the ones who either didn’t, or couldn’t play this year, their future is still to be determined.

I found myself a lot more upset when it looked like the ship was going down against Arizona than I was last night, and for a while I wondered why. But I figured it out. I didn’t want the season to end. I didn’t want to not be able to watch this team play out the full season. I wanted to see the most unselfish team I’d ever play, play 39 times. Yeah, I was selfish about that.

So even though it didn’t end the way we all wanted it to, we got more than we ever could have dreamed along the way.

They were a joy to watch. Every time. And that’s what we’ll miss the most.