When I dropped several hundred dollars on a ticket and traveled 1,600 miles on two separate 6 a.m. flights to make it to the national championship game at Lucas Oil Stadium, I thought I was prepared for anything. It turns out, even in a battle of titans, sports always finds a way to surprise you. 

From the moment the game started, it was obvious – the Baylor Bears were the best team in America. Top-rated Gonzaga had nothing for Baylor’s historically great backcourt, had nothing for its attacking defense, had nothing for its legendary 3-point shooting. Just three minutes into the game, with Baylor up 11-1 and Gonzaga wobbling like Nate Robinson in a boxing match, this game was over. "Scrubby little Baylor" was king of March Madness.