I have told this story before and I will tell it again. I swear on my grandmother's ashes this story is as true now as it was then.
So the weekend PRIOR to the Louisville game in 2006, we had a gathering of friends and such at our apartment on Hamilton St. We had a decent spot, across from the AXO house basically overlooking frat row and the Grease trucks (while they were still there :scream:). Our slumlord was a different story altogether, but I digress. So we decided to have some friends over for some alcohol consumption and other forms of chicanery. I invited my very best friend from home to spend time up at RU that weekend, because he went to Stockton down in South jersey and he'd come up every so often to get a taste of the "big" school party atmosphere. So he comes up and also brings his girlfriend at the time, who's name was Kait. Kait's best friend growing up was a girl named Jenny. Who, I believe was only a sophomore at RU at the time. I was in my 4th year. Spent the first 2 years down at Rutgers-Camden, then came up to NB for the last 4 (pharmacy school). Anyway, so Jenny, believe it or not had met and started to become intimate with none other than The Judge. Incidentally, they are happily married to this day several years later. So myself, my best friend (Matt), The Judge, Jenny, and Kait are in my shithole apartment, in our shithole kitchen, playing beer pong (or Beirut if you're a communist). A fairly average Friday or Saturday night. Now we knew the Louisville game was on the horizon, it was coming up in less than a week. So obviously we are all discussing how big the game will be. Trying not to be too fanboyish about the fact that Ito is in my house playing pong. Pretty sure we were the same age at the time, but he obviously was a bigger deal than I was. So we're all joking around and not trying to make his next few days any more pressure packed than they already would be. So as the conversation goes along, I shit you not, this is what happens. At one point, Matt turns to Ito and says, "Jeremy, I already know whats going to happen. The Louisville game is going to come down to the final seconds and you are going to drill a field goal to win the game. When that happens I want you to turn around and point directly at the camera, that way I can tell everyone that I called it." And at the time, Ito laughs it off, but says he absolutely will if that happens (Ito was a damn good kid). We all have a minute where we fantasize about that moment and then it was gone. We goof around for a little while longer, then night ends, and everyone goes home. Cut to about 6 days later and Piscataway is literally buzzing with anticipation. I have not felt before, nor have I since, the feeling that permeated the town, school, and state that day. We all know the story. The rough start, the comeback, the defense, that swing pass to Leonard on 3rd down which was probably the biggest play of the game. Then. The field goal. The first one he shanked, but THANK GOD Ville was offsides. Jesus, thank God they were offsides. But then Ito drills the second one. Turns around, points to the camera. Matt was at home watching that game, screaming to anyone that would listen that he called that. But of course, he had no proof at the time. But I couldn't believe it, still can't to this day. Watching NB bleed Scarlet that night from the doorsteps of that apartment is a scene I will never forget. Ever.