All joking aside, my dream scenario is that at the conclusion of the regular season, after a tough year, while packing up their lockers...a phone call arrives in Storrs. "We're letting you in" says the gruff voice of the commish.
Suddenly there is new life breathed into the decaying mouths of those left for dead; UConn is going to NY. "Gather your things gentlemen, we're leaving for Manhattan first thing in the morning," exclaims a reborn and enthusiastic Coach Ollie.
Upon arrival, the lights of NY seem to shine brighter than ever. The fans more ferocious, the play elite. A win in game 1 followed by a close call in game 2. Game 3 is a decisive victory sending them to the Championship game against their hated rival Syracuse in an epic epilogue to the 6OT game 4 years prior.
In the Championship game, UConn manages to score a resounding 4 points in a 144-4 loss to Syracuse in the epic finale. The leading scorer for UConn is Matt Clyde-Lajuste, who inexplicably scores two baskets on the wrong end with under a minute left. After the game, UConn's program is disbanded, Otto feeds the Huskie inordinately large amounts of chocolate causing him to get the old yeller treatment, and Jim Calhoun is discovered to be the Lindburgh baby kidnapper and sentenced to life in prison.
That's my Christmas wish.