The final moments tick down, a little Few boy huddles against his mother, with his father, the coach, a stoic blur in the foreground, and the little boy's heart is broken. The Zags have lost ... He knows at his young age about winning and losing...

The final buzzer sounds. In another time, on the home court at MacCarthey Athletic Center, Abdullahi Kuso might have scooped a little Few boy up and carried him through the line of players and coaches for a post-game handshake, as I've seen him do before. Not tonight. Not ever again, in fact, for this is Kuso's last game as a Zag.
His father leads a somber procession to the locker room.
In the locker room, Andrew Sorenson musters up a smile as Steve Hertz, Director of Athletic Relations for Gonzaga, gives him a bear hug for his enthusiasm. I bet Andrew will cheer the team up on the plane ride home ...

Kuso, Austin, and Pendo sit dejected in the locker room. What are they thinking?
I wonder if Austin feels worse for Pendo than he does for himself. I'm remembering what Austin said in Jim
Meehan's blog on March 8th, before the WCC tournament:
“I want ‘Pendo’ to play great,” said freshman Austin Daye, who shares the ‘4’ position with Pendergraft and is Pendergraft’s roommate on road trips. “I hope for him that he accomplishes all the things he wanted to do coming to Gonzaga. I just hope Pendo and Kuso have a great game.”
Austin will need a new mentor now, someone to continue his learning curve, teaching him the tricks of having fun, succeeding, and being a great all-round person.
I'm remembering that
story about Austin in the review, with this quote,
Few said Daye has benefited from the tutelage of senior David Pendergraft, who starts at the power forward, or '4' spot.
"I just try to teach him all the little things about what college basketball is about – how to represent yourself and all the little details of the game," Pendergraft said.
These folks are a family, and they're like family to me as well. I love Gonzaga basketball, and because they play Gonzaga basketball, I come to know them and share part of their lives for a while and am better for it. Some folks like to think of these young men as gladiators, warriors, hired guns. I just can't think of them like that. They're family.
So I feel for them and share in their disappointment, far more painful for them than for me. And I expect that after a few days off they'll look at some game film and meet and talk and lay the plans for the summer and for next season and for getting better and better.
I'll sure miss them in the meantime.
SR's complete album of the game here.