On the long and dark stretch of road back from Champaign that had followed a long and dark stretch of Northwestern basketball, I posed a question to one of my friends sitting across the aisle on the student bus the athletic department had graciously provided. I hadn’t been at the State Farm Center as a member of the media but rather just as a fan, with a free ride and ticket in hand, so I didn’t have any stats with me.
“How many shots did Northwestern make in the second half?”
We started with recency bias: “Well Taphorn hit that three at the end.