There are a lot of great quotes about time.
Ambrose Bierce said, "Day, n. A period of twenty-four hours, mostly misspent." Tennessee Williams, in his play The Glass Menagerie, wrote, "Time is the longest distance between two places." William Penn said, "Time is what we want most, but what we use worst."
Hmm. All of those sound so true right about now. Time is, indeed, a funny thing.
And I suppose we can be sure that Dwight Powell will forever know just how long 2.2 seconds is.
Someday, perhaps the Stanford basketball team will learn how to actually close a game and win. But it is not this day. Once again.
If you're the kind of person who likes dark humor or dramatic irony, it was really quite a comic picture: the buzzer sounded, Dwight Powell slammed it home, and the guys on the bench slumped to the floor, face down. Stanford lost to Colorado, 65-63.
It's hard to find a single better image to represent Stanford's 2012-2013 basketball season. Powell standing around in disbelief while the backups' faces embraced the floor, their white warm-up shirts sliding up their backs to cover their exposed necks.
Unfortunately, these losses have come to characterize the Stanford basketball program over the last five years, and that image may be one of the most profound images of Johnny Dawkins' tenue. Someday soon - hopefully in a matter of weeks - I hope the Stanford athletic department finally sounds the buzzer on Dawkins, ending this ugly era.
Because, as we all know, it doesn't matter if you think a dunk is coming down the road - it matters that you actually dunk it.