Roy Williams must have gone home last night and thanked God that he has won a National Championship before, because can you imagine the ruckus that would be falling out all around him after Sunday's collapse?

The knock on Williams in the past was that he could never win the big one at Kansas. Well, he quelled those rumors, albeit with Matt Doherty's kids, a couple of years ago.

Sunday, however,  the coach's inability to manage a big game became evident when the Tar Heels suddenly could not throw a rock in the ocean when it counted.

There are a lot of stats to document just how large a choke job this really was, but all those numbers are needless if you watched the game.

One would think that when you have a team as talented and deep as North Carolina was this year, that a double-digit lead would be safe once you headed into the final 10 minutes of the game.

What occurred in the Meadowlands during that stretch on Sunday was nothing short of chaos and confusion. A muddled menagerie of bad shots, ugly turnovers and passive defense that made France look tough.

This was a game to be remembered. Unfortunately, for the Tar Heels, the reason to remember it changed down the stretch.

I was glued to the game, marveling at how each team seemed to be able to do what it pleased offensively. No lead was safe and each team overcame small deficits, trading blows.

North Carolina seemed to have a solid game plan to go at Georgetown center Greg Hibbert, getting the seven-footer in foul trouble early.

Once the 10-minute mark hit in the second half, Georgetown turned up the heat. By overtime, the Heels were out of the kitchen. Actually, they were out of the house and down the street.

By the time Greg Lawson hit his "see-we-do-know-where-the-basket-is" three pointer in overtime, the Hoyas showed the world that winning championship basketball doesn't come down to tradition or names, but pure execution.

Georgetown simply did what North Carolina could not – perform when it counted.

And that, my friends, falls squarely on the shoulders of the head coach. Sorry, Roy, this ones on you.