We interrupt this moment in Creighton basketball history for the following bulletin: the Georgetown jersey is in town.

I've had this game circled all season, for one simple reason. That jersey. That name.

Georgetown. Thirty years later, it still resonates. Still shakes to the core, like an elbow from Michael Graham.

I can't help it. The Hoyas will run into CenturyLink Center tonight, and I'll want to see the towel. I'll look for the intimidating big man ready to reject anything thrown at him. And that was the head coach.

Inquiring minds want to know: Did Georgetown spend Friday night in Kearney, Neb.?

They arrive as a sixth-place team in the Big East, 11-7 overall, wounded and evoking as much sympathy. This is not your father's Georgetown — or John Thompson III's father's Georgetown. But it's still a name you pay attention to, still a name that demands respect.