First game i actually remember watching was the 87' NC game. I was heartbroken and things were never the same after that. I'm still pissed.
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I took away a perverse pride and satisfaction from the 87 Indiana game, even though we didn't win. You may not remember, but Dick Vitale was screaming that the Final Four ought to be re-seeded, because Syracuse didn't deserve to play in the championship game. I forget who Indiana beat in their semifinal, but it was another blue blood program like North Carolina, if I recall correctly, while we got to play Providence.
So, I was pissed about that, and I remember how they openly mocked us in Sports Illustrated at the 75 Final Four, asking if we had recruited Ernie Siebert in a bar. The teams of Leo Rautins, Shack and Bruin were good, but underachieved a bit, and when we won that Big East tournament at the Dome in triple OT, it, too, was a fluke and the result of home court advantage and the Big East decided to never do that again (i.e. play on campus).
Then we get Pearl, we are all over ESPN and Big Monday. Al McGuire calls our games, loves the Pearl, and we become a national program - but then Pearl's last team craps out, losing at home on the Dome floor in the NCAAs (again, last time they would let THAT happen), he goes pro early (at a time when very few people did that) and here we are in rebuilding mode. Our star player is gone. When will we ever get another transcendant talent like that?
Greg Monroe and Howard Triche as starters. Sherman wasn't a legend yet. Coleman was still a skinny frosh until he brought down 19 boards in that game and became a legend himself. We thoroughly outplayed Saint Bobby Knight. Boeheim coached circles around him, literally changing defenses every couple possessions to keep them off balance at one point. We kicked their asses, and if it wasn't for Alford shooting lights out in the first half, we would have run them out of the building and the Keith Smart moment never would have happened.
After that game (during which I drank about 20 beers - literally - and did not get drunk, due to the excess amount of adrenaline flowing through my body), I felt like we truly could take on anybody, and beat anybody. There would be no more BS from punks like Vitale (how wrong was I about that??), but that we belonged among the elite. Like Knight said to Boeheim, "you'll be back" - I felt like he meant it, and I knew it to be true.
So that game never quite hurt me the way it hurt a lot of other fans, because I felt like that was the day we truly arrived as a program. And boy, did we go on a hell of a run from there.