One, of course, has to be John Thompson embracing players - notably Patrick Ewing - in Seattle in 1984, marking our only modern era National Championship.

The other one, probably, would be that thunderous Allen Iverson dunk back at the old US Air Arena, the kind that would make you think if Marv Albert was calling the game, he'd declare that Iverson "just SERVED UP A FACIAL."

Thompson's happiness is unquestionably the product of a championship, and Iverson's eye glare following that throwdown represents so much about the mid to late 1990s Hoya Hoop ethos, I couldn't even get into it here.

But see, for me - me specifically - those aren't the moments I remember. I remember Midnight Madness 1999, when I turned to my newfound friends and said, "This Anthony Perry kid - he's gonna be good!" I remember Lee Scruggs nailing a three-ball against Miami and the student section thinking it was the greatest thing ever. My Georgetown experience was turning down the NIT in 2002 after a Nat Burton final second drive against Arkansas in Boise - and some magic from Hampton - allowed us the right to lose to Maryland in the 2001 Sweet Sixteen.

I'm not in college anymore - although, admittedly, I probably behave like I am a bit too much - but I'll be back there this weekend, for the Georgetown vs. Pittsburgh game. Pitt got the better of us the first time around, in their place, but it's hard to argue they'll enter this game with more momentum. Sure, sure - I get scared by little things about "my" ("our") program. I get scared that any coach playing us first round need only pull tape of the first half of each of our two games against 'Nova to realize how to keep the game close; I get scared that Roy Hibbert doesn't always seem to understand he can be a huge factor without scoring.

I get nervous, and I yell things, and I gesticulate oddly and wildly, often hitting my hand on nearby inanimate objects, which I then curse in the general direction of - but really, isn't that what makes it great?