Words fail to describe the game just played.
"Carleton won 66-65" is the easy way out. But let's try some more.
It's two years in a row now that the Ravens have, to say the least, excited the crowd in their Saturday night semifinal at Scotiabank Place. Coming up with a way to describe it on the spot doesn't seem to work and others will have more details in the morning.
Stu Turnbull, seconds after missing two from the line, and even fewer seconds after Western took a narrow lead (65-64), scored the winning basket with absolutely no time left. All 40 intense minutes tonight (okay, maybe 25 or 26) were over once the ball found its way into the net. Hardly any mesh was disturbed on its arc.
The best way to react to the buzzer-beating shot? Carleton had one: they jumped up as one and piled on each other. The Mustangs had another: they just stood around, not sure where to walk or who to look at. Turnbull later took a breather, resting on the press table, just looking off into the middle distance near his ankles. He seemed to pause just to take in the moment for a bit, then of course he had to do some interviews and get his picture taken with some face-painted Carleton fans.
Again, time to reflect on the game will yield more complete thoughts. (49 personal fouls seems a little high, and someone with experience in deadline reporting probably has a game story written already.) But let it not be said that today's trip from Toronto to Ottawa was in vain.
There's more, much more to come tomorrow, but what can top that?
Good night from Scotiabank Place.