The very next year, my first full season of college hoops, solidified my lust for college hoops, as I watched my beloved Wolverines and the fantabulous 5 transform the game. I filled out my first bracket in 1993, and picked Jimmy, Juwan, Ray, Jalen, and Chris to lead Michigan to the championship. Sadly, I would endure probably the second most famous moment in college basketball, when Chris Webber called a time out they didn't have. There I knelt on my living room carpet, 8 years old, the lines on my head painted in maize and blue magic marker, heart broken. The scissors would be handed over to perhaps my most hated athlete of all time, Eric Montross, to cut down the nets for none other than the UNC Tarheels. A bitterness towards anything Carolina blue was established.
[Note - I actually have never blamed Webber for blowing it. The real reason Michigan lost that year was because Ray Jackson picked up three quick fouls, forcing him to sit most of the first half. The Wolverines could never overcome the deficit in the 2nd half.]