Winning feels so nice. It's warm. Soft to the touch, too. Winning is literally a blanket made out of wool. And now we're guaranteed at least a .500 season, so I'm swimming in knitted comfort.
Illinois is currently playing some of their best basketball of the season, and for the first time in a lifetime, I'm excited about the next game. I'm excited about the possibility of a win.
Illinois beat Nebraska soundly Wednesday night behind the offense of Kendrick Nunn and Rayvonte Rice, and the defense of the whole team. For the second straight game and the second straight win, the opponent hasn't reached 50 points. This team's had a different swagger (outside of the Ohio St. game--we'll forget that one) since the freshman began getting serious minutes. Kendrick Nunn looks legitimately like a stud in the making, Malcolm Hill plays a smooth brand of basketball, and the momentum of my love towards Maverick Morgan is growing like a cartoon snowball rolling downhill. He doesn't even get big minutes and this is already happening.
Nebraska's pitiful offense helped the cause. Terran Petteway only managed 13 points, while no other Husker cracked double digits. Also, Shavon Shields scored 25 less points than he did last time he played Illinois, which is nice.
Illinois wins and Illinois wins convincingly. Let's just win out and make the tournament, then win out again and win the National Championship. It'll happen if you believe.