March Madness 2011: Robinson Tops Mack in the Boneheaded Department, Butler Wins
Seven seconds remained and 34-year-old Brad Stevens, the head coach of the eighth-seeded Butler Bulldogs, called a timeout.
After both teams took the floor, the top-seeded Pittsburgh Panthers, which held a 69-68 lead, strategically did the same.
Little did they know the most improbable finish to a college basketball game would ensue.
What happened during the previous 39 minutes and 53 seconds was moot. The third-round battle had come down to this: the presumptive last possession, the chance to prolong a season.
Most NCAA tournament games tend to feature this situation. On Thursday it was Morehead State, Richmond, Kentucky, Temple and these same Butler Bulldogs.
The latter had the ball in the latest installment of March Madness, trying to keep their late-game magic going.
The livelihood of already-busted brackets was in the balance. Mine was already on life support, and a Pittsburgh loss would further diminish my chances of finishing respectably in my pool.
But that was thrown out of the window. The Panthers weren’t who I was rooting for. How could anyone, aside from diehard Pittsburgh fans? Butler was the team of the moment.
A year after reaching the championship game, they once again showed why this is their time of year. Stevens could have drawn up a play for guard Shelvin Mack or center Matt Howard, the team’s best players.
Instead, he brilliantly used them as decoys. Neither touched the ball.
Instead, senior guard Shawn Vanzant drove into the lane, watched the defense shrug off forward Andrew Smith and fix their eyes on him, then made an over-the-shoulder pass to Smith, who banked home a layup.
Butler led on this, the second basket by Smith. Only 2.2 seconds remained. The play was a thing of beauty. The same couldn’t be said for what followed.
What happened was unfortunate and incredibly bizarre. A desperation heave was all Pittsburgh had time for. The ball was thrown in the direction of Panthers forward Gilbert Brown, who sprinted fervently along the baseline, secured the ball and took two steps while being guarded closely by Mack. Too close, in fact.
Inexplicably aggressive defense led to the slightest nudge, the raise of the referee’s arm, and the blow of a whistle. A foul was called. Stevens, his Bulldogs, his team’s fans and the viewing audience were in utter bewilderment. Did that just happen?
As the referees checked if the clock was stopped correctly, Brown stood at the free-throw line. Mack faced him, as Howard said afterward, “asking where he was from and what his GPA was, stuff like that.”
The attempt to get inside the senior’s head didn’t work, as Brown drained the first to tie the game. But the second rimmed out and into the hands of Howard. That’s when Mack’s backside was saved by Nasir Robinson.
Robinson, a 6’5″ junior forward from Chester, Pa., who had 16 points at this juncture, upstaged Mack’s stupidity. As Howard snatched Brown’s heartbreaking miss, Robinson, like Mack, was far too aggressive defensively.
He hit Howard on the arm and Howard’s arms alertly flailed. Watching replay after replay, it appeared as if he was trying to foul. Why? Maybe he thought they were down, or maybe he knew they weren’t but just panicked.
Either way, it was a foul. There was no mistaking that.
Once more, everyone witnessing this turn of events was stunned. This couldn’t have just happened. But it did, and the Panthers would have to deal with what Mack and the Bulldogs went through seconds earlier.
With 0.9 seconds left, all Howard needed to do was, ideally, make the first free throw and intentionally miss the second. He accomplished this. No Bulldog was in the vicinity of the hoop when he attempted the latter, just to be safe.
Pittsburgh’s prayer that almost went in was thrown too late. The game was over. Butler had won.
Interviewed after, Stevens hated the way the game ended. He was sympathetic for Pittsburgh. I think everyone was in shock.
What had transpired in the final seconds was hard to believe. I can see one team committing a boneheaded play. But the other doing the exact same thing moments later? Unheard of.
With this scene, March Madness continued to amaze, confuse, excite and depress. And there’s no telling what’s going to happen next. What a wildly magnificent time of year this is.