I am going to blog more later about the whole process of waiting in line and all the events that went along with it, but tonight, I just want to let it all sink in.
I don't care who you are, how little you care about sports or how dumb you think it is that people can care so much about a game, what we saw tonight was art.
And Jimmer Fredette was the artist.
There is something so inhuman about the way he moves that orange ball around a court.
And there is something so human about what talent like that does for a community.
I love my school. I loved those stands full of people I didn't even know.
And we all loved Jimmer.
I'll have chills for days.
The game was beautiful.
What a night.