But what made it the best was Gus Johnson.
But Gus is a different story. Gus doesn’t call a game, he lives it. He’s the announcing equivalent of Allen Iverson – he leaves everything he has on the floor. I know I haven’t been around that long, but I’m pretty certain no other announcer today, or ever, comes close to matching his energy.
And it’s totally genuine! When we listen to Gus and hear him go bonkers, we don’t think he’s doing it to steal the show from the players, we think he’s doing it because he loves what he’s seeing! He really thinks the action is that remarkable. His passion seems to know no end. A third-grade soccer game could get him excited.
Watch someone watch a Gus Johnson game. Whether their team’s winning or losing, I guarantee you they're smiling. Gus is so lovable and infectious, you forget who you’re rooting for. You just don’t want the game to end.
The number one trending name on Twitter last night wasn’t Crawford or Pullen, it was Johnson. All of the sudden, people are interested in announcers. “Who’s gonna call the Final Four?” they want to know. “Is it Gus?” “If not, WHY?”
Good question. CBS hasn’t announced the lineup yet, but it’d be a shame if it wasn’t Gus. I mean, it’s not like we wouldn’t watch, of course. It’s the Final Four. The Pinnacle. The Last Dance. The End of the Road. Nothing beats the Final Four.
Except the Final Four with Gus Johnson.