Anyway, this weeks links are after the jump.

Since this post comes so late after the game, I won't waste a lot of time recapping the game. None of us wants to relive the nightmare of a 28-point beatdown to the two-time defending National Champions.

Simply put, the Jays saved one of their worst performances for last. They committed 21 turnovers, had just 5 assists, and saw Booker Woodfox go an outrageous 2-14 from the floor.

Season recap comes tomorrow, followed by lots of goodies later in the week. And just because the season is over, don't stop reading: this thing isn't going into hibernation. There will be fresh content here at LEAST two or three times a week all off-season. Its just seven months until the first game, and even less until summer league starts.

You bet.

Also, its a good thing I can type, because I sure can't speak. My vocal chords are shredded to pieces. Basically, my body is a wreak and I didn't even play. This is what happens when I'm allowed room to jump, scream, wave my arms and exert physicality as a fan. Maybe its best for the hoopdy-dooers to be in their seats after all.

Nah, who am I kidding, that was a blast. 8000 die-hard fans yelling, getting on the other team and especially on the refs. Dare I say it was louder than it is with 17,000 there? Sounded that way live, and it sounded that way on ESPNU when I saw the tape.

That was a game for the die-hards, and when I looked around at who was there, it was no surprise who came out in my section. It was the people who yell and scream all year long, minus the people who sit and complain about the rest of us standing too much. Sorry, but it was a lot more fun without you. That was the most fun I've had at a Jays game since the Civic, and do you know why? There wasn't anyone around me who mistakenly believed they were at a funeral. Just real honest-to-goodness hoops fans who cared about cheering loudly.

You bet.

In lieu of an original post, I want to share an email from a reader who happens to be an Arizona fan. Sure, it has nothing to do with Creighton or Rhode Island, and he does take some veiled shots at some teams near and dear to us, but it made me laugh, and that's good enough for me.

The other school of thought is championed by me. I say the NIT is still postseason basketball, and while its not something to brag about if you make it a yearly habit, its better than staying home. Since national media types are so dead-set in using football names to classify basketball teams, I'm going to use a football metaphor and you can't stop me! Ya ha! You bet.

In an ideal world, the fourth place team in the seventh or eighth best conference would be squarely on the bubble, and with a couple of breaks, could find themselves in. Of course, we don't live in such a world. The world we live in is one where a game between two pedestrian Big East teams is billed as an "elimination game". That's how the Worldwide Leader in Horse Poop billed the Villanova-Syracuse game on Wednesday. 19-11 Villanova and 19-12 Syracuse. After Nova won, they're 20-11, and according to the WWL, they're in, and Syracuse is out.

Nothing puts a smile on my face faster than hearing Jim Boeheim's team won't make the tournament. There's not a coach in America with a bigger sense of entitlement, in my opinion, and seeing his team shipped off to the NIT makes me very happy.

Of course, the NCAA being the NCAA, they are attempting to strong-arm schools into accepting NIT bids instead of CBI bids. The NCAA owns the NIT now, in case you'd forgotten, and in a genius but ethically-questionable move, they asked schools to sign a contract promising to accept an NIT bid should they receive one. This, of course, ensures that the NIT will get the 32 best teams that aren't in the NCAA tourney, thus leaving the CBI with a bunch of crappy teams with losing records.

Its disappointing to me, because I was kinda looking forward to seeing someone duke it out with the NCAA, and maybe get into a bidding war for schools. It would be like a college version of Donald Trump outbidding NFL teams for players for the New York Generals of the USFL, and who wouldn't love to see that?

Alas, the NCAA doesn't like competition, and they've done what they could to squash the CBI before it even begins. Too bad. One of my readers sent me the following editorial about the CBI, and I think its a worthy read, so I'm publishing it below.

So there is definitely something going on with that. Hoping to ride on the momentum, the mojo, or maybe just the overpriced beers and expensive wings, we went there to watch the inevitable smackdown to be delivered by the Jays to the Drake Bulldogs, owners of A Proud Basketball Tradition Since November.

Well, a guy has to be optimistic even in the face of a million reasons not to believe, right? Drake is having their once-every-37-years great season, they're led by seniors who look to make shots for each other, and they're easily the best TEAM in the league. Creighton is having a rare rebuilding season, they're led by freshmen and sophomores who look to make shots for themselves, and they're the best collection of young talent in the league, but not the best TEAM. Not yet.

After blowing an 18-point lead, the Jays simply made the plays down the stretch, and Bradley didn't -- a shock considering that Bradley's key players are veterans and Creighton's key players are underclassmen. In a tight game in March, you'd figure the veteran team would make the plays and the young team would wilt...but the exact opposite happened. Senior Daniel Rough-in, er, Ruffin was the one missing a key free throw. Sophomore Cavel Witter was the one making two key throws.

Beyond the obvious things making this a game for the ages -- things like a one-point win in double-overtime, Cavel Witter scoring 42 points off the bench, coming back from a 12 point deficit and blowing a 17-point lead -- when you add in the fact that it was Senior Night and two important streaks were on the line, it takes on added significance. A loss in this game and the Jays' 12-year streak of winning 10+ MVC games would end. A loss would put the Jays' 10-year streak of winning 20+ overall games in serious jeopardy.

To win a game with all that on the line, in thrilling fashion, makes it one of those games we'll all be telling our kids about years from now. Here's just some of the fun facts from the game:

In defense of ESPN, Jay Bilas called him out on it immediately, and Rece Davis made fun of the comment throughout the evening -- even at halftime of Memphis-Tennessee. After reading the highlights of the Drake game, he turned to Hubert and said, "And Hubert still thinks they're not a lock for the tournament!"

Sign Guy was in rare form at Tuesday night's game. For those of you who aren't familiar with Sign Guy, he sits about 20 rows behind the visiting bench, and frequently brings blank 20"x30" poster board to the games and then scribbles out signs during the game to hold up during timeouts. From time to time, the fuddy duddies who sit around him complain to the Qwest Center Police -- a band of rogue, glorified mall cops derisively nicknamed the Qwestapo -- and his signs are confiscated.

I had only seen the Barry Hinson sign, so I was appalled when, midway through the second half, the Qwestapo made a big production of confiscating his signs. Seriously, they sent their two biggest guys to carry out this task, probably 600 pounds of muscle to take five or six sheets of poster board. You can't tell me this wasn't for show.

The entire arena erupted in boos of such loudness that several of the Jays players looked back to see what the heck was going on. Hinson looked back too, and the game was going on!

Anyway, I had to do something. This team clearly had hit rock bottom, and I had to do what I could to help. I grabbed my MacBook and navigated to the Omaha World Herald website, and somewhere amidst the 600 pop-under ad windows (seriously, this has to stop -- those pop-under windows are like digital mosquitos!) I saw that UNO's hockey team was playing their weekend series at the venerable Civic Auditorium because of the state wrestling tournament at the Qwest Center.