It was the University of Kentucky Wildcats (Go, Big Blue!) versus the University of Louisville Cardinals in the "Sweet Sixteen" round of the NCAA basketball tourney.
As you might expect with teams that are 80 miles apart and a coach who left one team and ended up at the other, the rivalry is intense.
At first, the UK starters, all freshman (Kentucky Coach Calipari having no problem with "one and done"), seemed nervous, out-of-sync. But by halftime the Cats had closed to within a few points of the Cards. From then on, they were on Louisville's tail, trailing by a point or three but seeming like thoroughbreds patiently biding their time on the rail so they can let it all out in the home stretch.
Kentucky led for less than two minutes, but they were the right two minutes. When the buzzer sounded it was 74-69, UK.
The last time I watched the Wildcats beat U of L was December 28. That night I watched with Dad. Last night I watched for him.
(No basketball photos but here's a street scene from downtown Lexington, where there is much jubilation today.)