My buddy Jamar Howard gets stuffed by Jeffrey "Don't Call Me Jeff" Day.
"I don't know," Creighton Coach Dana Altman said. "They haven't been able to light a fire, get a spark going. It's a funny team. They're good guys. But we have a hard time building on a game. I hope we can.
"I told the guys this: It's February, and somebody always makes a run in February. There's no reason it can't be us. We're disappointed in our December and January. The only way to get it fixed is to have a good February."
That about sums it up. After a game in which they showed new life, playing with an urgency and hustle not seen in, oh, about two years, Creighton has an opportunity to surge in February and get hot before Arch Madness in St. Louis.
My pal Jamar Howard didn't play well enough to get booed. He only had 3 points, but he did have four fouls -- three of which caused him to make The Jamar Howard Face. I'm told the Jays announcers on TV made a comment or two about it; I'll have to check my DVR and see for myself. And maybe post a screenshot or two.
I almost lost my voice when Jeff, oops, sorry, Jeffrey Day swatted Jamar's shot into the second row. The rowdies in my section -- 113, right behind the basket, where the real fans sit -- got more joy out of that one rejection that almost anything else all night.
And with the 73-69 win, there is this little nugget: Jamar Howard graduates having never won in Omaha. You bet.
So long, sucka. See you in three weeks in Wichita. And hopefully, we can enjoy beating you again in St. Louis a week later.