With my nerves still frazzled from another near-Virginia collapse, I'm instituting a drinking game for this column.
The rules: Grab the beverage of your choice and take a swig every time Mike Scott swishes a jumper; two swigs if it's a fadeaway. Take a sip for every Joe Harris three, and when Sammy Zeglinski misses a shot, take one yourself. And when Zeglinski bricks the front-end of a one-and-one, allowing Clemson's T.J. Booker to cut Virginia's lead to three with a minute remaining - chug.
Eight minutes into the game and you're no longer thirsty. Mike Scott has drilled two jumpers, added two layups, and Harris has buried a three. At the 11 minutes 38 seconds mark, Virginia was shooting 77.9 percent, but its hot hand only translated into a 16-13 lead.
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