What's it like to be a part of history?

Thanks for the introduction, KG.

Confession: I may or may not be a student at Virginia Commonwealth University. You know, that school that's playing in the Final Four next weekend.

Thus, I may or may not have taken some very cool pictures of the raucous scene on campus as the student body celebrated the most improbable of victories.

Without further ado:













What an experience. I’ve never been part of anything quite like this. It was just pure ecstasy. Call me a bandwagoner (I just made that word up—sue me), but I think I finally understand college sports. Never liked it for a few reasons: the level of play is so far below that of professional basketball, the NCAA system is really corrupt, and once again, the level of play pales in comparison to the NBA. But you know what? I don’t care right now. What may or may not be the college I attend just pulled off one of the greatest runs in college sports history—and might not be done yet. Sure, it’s not the brand of basketball I’m used to, but watching kids leave it all on the floor like that? Watching a team—a team in its purest form—shock the college basketball world game after game, and being a part of it all? INCREDIBLE.

I’d like to be able to put this all into words…really, I would. I want to describe what it’s like to be part of history, but I don’t think I can. This VCU run to glory will be immortalized in the annals of sports history forever—and if they make the national championship? Someone turn on the heat because I’ve got the chills.

So what’s it like being part of all this? What’s it like screaming my freaking lungs out for two hours with 5,000 other rabid VCU fans? What’s it like screaming at people in the streets and getting a smile and a yelp in return? PURE BLISS.

After watching the Boston Celtics mail in yet another game as the NBA's regular season comes to a close, I’ve come to a conclusion.

Screw you Celtics, I’m watching the Rams.