I’ve written a lot of words about Northwestern basketball since I’ve been at Inside NU. For the first time on Saturday night, I found myself speechless.
Long after the final buzzer sounded, sending UCLA to the Sweet 16 and ending Northwestern’s season, I sat in the empty seats on the South side of the Golden 1 Center, thinking of what to write. I watched as arena staffers rolled up extension cords and cleaned cluttered tables, as team equipment managers pretended to shoot imaginary threes on an empty court and as the stadium held an eerie silence that hadn’t occupied it in days.