NEW YORK -- Most of the scalpers still hadn't found their way to the Madison Square Garden foyer when the first miracle of March began taking root inside the old joint on 33rd street. The sleepy crowd barely tipped into the hundreds, and the squeak of sneakers kissing parquet could be heard above the sound of individual claps. Then a kid with the lyrical name of Matija Postic slipped in a putback and whispers oozed into a low roar. Could it be? Were the DePaul Blue Demons on the verge of authoring the month's earliest moments of madness?
