Samir Doughty, the glue guy on an Auburn team whose bond was essential to its unprecedented journey, committed the Final Four foul that will live in infamy. Eyes still red, he met the press at his locker and refused to blame the officials. "They're going to do their job the best that they can," he said. "The referees don't try to tell me how to put the ball in the hoop. I'm not going to tell them how to make the right or wrong call." The morning after, it was easy to see he c

No way no how nowhere should a game of Final Four magnitude be decided that way. Foul on Auburn? Maybe, but the official on the scene didn't hesitate to call it with .6 seconds left. Double dribble on Virginia a second or so earlier? Absolutely, but the two officials looking right at it flat ignored it. Their ignorance was the inexcusable, unconscionable difference in an incredible, unforgettable game. Make that call, and it's Auburn ball with a two-point lead with two second

Never say never. Auburn's going to the Final Four. Never say a football school can't excel at basketball. Auburn's going to the Final Four. Never say past is prologue, history is destiny and you should stay in your lane. Auburn's going to the Final Four, for the love of Charles Barkley, and the Tigers spilled three gallons of blue blood to get there. No one in the history of college basketball had ever beaten Kansas, North Carolina and Kentucky in succession in the NCAA Tourn

Truth, meet fiction. This magical Auburn basketball season, equal parts faith, trust and pixie dust (and more practical things that come in 3s), has arrived at Neverland. After the biggest, largest, hugest, most incredible, indelible, phantasmagorical victory in the program's existence, upon reaching the Sweet 16 and reducing the esteemed North Carolina Tar Heels to a puddle of Crying Jordans, these Tigers can't bask or rest. They can't fully mourn the heart-wrenching torn AC