It had to happen one way or another; either a championship win or a heart breaking loss. After a rough and tough game last night, the heart break began. We mourned briefly before joining thousands across the world in celebrating this record breaking season. And ever so fortunately for me, I was there.

When we completely destroyed San Diego State, I was there.
When Jackson Emery broke the BYU all-time steals record, I was there.
When Jimmer hit countless 3 pointers from anywhere between 30 and 40 feet out, I was there.
When James Anderson got away with practically throwing a New Mexico player off the court going after a loose ball, I was there.
When 5,000+ lined up for hours and hours and hours before games, I was there.
When Deron Williams and CJ Miles had to see Jimmer for themselves, I was there.
When Jimmer broke pretty much every record for points in a game, season, and career, I was there.
When tons of Jimmer youtube videos and songs were created, I was there.
When the BYU bookstore sold more #32 jerseys in the past 3 months than all the football jerseys they've sold in the past decade combined, I was there (but too poor to buy one).

I attended all the home games but one over the past 2 seasons and I have witnessed BYU Basketball at its best and worst. I watched the Jimmer when he had mono. I watched the Jimmer get beat up like he was a punching bag several times, with, of course, no fouls called. I remember early this season when Jimmer could go to a volleyball game and a women's basketball game without being mobbed. I was there. I saw it all and I count myself dang lucky I did. I'll still enjoy watching the awards and accolades roll in as Jimmer Fredette wins more player of the year awards, more all-american awards and ultimately, as he achieves his goal of reaching the NBA.