Two weeks ago Saturday, Harvard watched as navy-and-white-clad fans rushed the floor at John J. Lee Auditorium in New Haven, Connecticut. Two weeks later, it watched as an orange tide swept over that same floor, their Ivy League auto-bid hopes dashed at the final tick of the clock. Two plays at Yale from an Ivy League title might as well be 200 miles.
The beauty—and curse—of time passing is that it can dull visceral memories, but it can never change them. The memory of the lazy arc of Douglas Davis’s leaning 15-foot jumper may become hazy, but the history books will never read Harvard 62, Princeton 61. Of course, few who were at this game will soon have their memories of it dulled. The variance of emotions, from jubilation to agony, will make the 2011 Ivy League Playoff unforgettable.
Harvard basketball has accomplished so much this season. It has flown higher than any Crimson team before it. The players deserve a much fuller treatment of their struggles and accomplishments. What they will get is one highlight to be replayed over and over. And they aren’t even in it….