March Madness has a way of taking over your life. The brackets, the buzzerâbeaters, the Cinderella storiesâitâs the kind of chaos sports fans live for. But in 2010, the NCAA Tournament wasnât just about basketball for me. It was about friendship, Purdue pride, and one unforgettable weekend at Henryâs Pub in San Diego.
Taking Over Henryâs Pub
Henryâs Pub in the Gaslamp Quarter has always had a reputation for being lively, but that March it became something else entirely. We didnât just show up to watch the Purdue Boilermakersâwe took over the place. Black and gold everywhere, alumni packed shoulder to shoulder, and the kind of energy that makes bartenders both excited and slightly terrified.
And right there in the middle of it all was Nick Hardwick, the San Diego Chargersâ starting center, and his wife Jayme. Nick wasnât just a Chargerâhe was a friend weâd met at Henryâs, the kind of guy who could talk football one minute and Purdue hoops the next. Having him there made the whole scene feel larger than life.
Boilers in the Tournament
The 2010 tournament was a rollercoaster for Purdue fans. Weâd lost Robbie Hummel to injury late in the season, and the national media had written us off. But the Boilers werenât about to quit. Every game felt like a test of grit, and every win was sweeter because it came against the odds.
At Henryâs, the crowd lived and died with every possession. When JaJuan Johnson hit a jumper, the place erupted. When EâTwaun Moore drained a three, beers sloshed over the rims of pint glasses. And when the defense locked down, Nick would pound the table like he was calling a snap at Qualcomm Stadium.
Nick Hardwick: Charger and Boiler
Watching the games with Nick was an experience in itself. Here was a guy who spent his Sundays battling NFL defensive linemen, yet he was just as animated about Purdue basketball as the rest of us. Heâd lean forward, analyzing plays, breaking down matchups, and then suddenly jump up with the rest of us when the Boilers scored.
Jayme was right there too, laughing at the chaos, cheering along, and making sure Nick didnât spill his drink during the more dramatic moments. It felt like we werenât just watching basketballâwe were part of a family reunion, one that happened to include an NFL star.
Shenanigans at the Pub
Of course, no Purdue watch party is complete without shenanigans. At one point, someone started a âBoiler Up!â chant that spread through the entire bar. Locals who had wandered in for a casual drink suddenly found themselves swept up in the madness, shouting along even if they had no idea what it meant.
The bartenders got into it too, serving drinks with a wink and occasionally joining the chants. One even tried to draw the Purdue âPâ in foam on a Guinness. It didnât look much like a âP,â but the effort was appreciated.
Between games, we swapped bracket storiesâwho had already busted, who was still alive, and who had foolishly picked Kansas to go all the way. Nick laughed at my bracket, which had Purdue improbably winning the whole thing. âHey,â I told him, âyouâve got to believe.â
The Energy of March Madness
What made that weekend unforgettable wasnât just the gamesâit was the energy. March Madness has a way of turning strangers into friends, and Henryâs Pub was proof. Every shot, every rebound, every timeout was shared by the entire room.
When Purdue pulled off a win, the place shook like weâd just won a national championship. When they struggled, we groaned together, heads in hands, already plotting how they could turn it around. It was communal joy and communal heartbreak, all wrapped into one.
LateâNight Reflections
After the games, we spilled out into the Gaslamp, buzzing with adrenaline. Nick and Jayme walked with us, laughing about the day, talking football, and promising to be back for the next round. The city lights glowed, the streets were alive, and it felt like we were part of something bigger than ourselves.
Thatâs the beauty of sports. Itâs not just about the wins and lossesâitâs about the people you share them with. Watching Purdue fight through the tournament with Nick Hardwick at our side was proof of that.
Looking Back
The 2010 NCAA Tournament didnât end with Purdue cutting down the nets, but it gave us moments weâll never forget. It gave us the chance to rally together, to believe in our team, and to celebrate every victory like it was the biggest one yet.
And for me, it gave me the memory of taking over Henryâs Pub with friends, alumni, and an NFL center who cheered just as loudly as the rest of us.
Even now, when I walk past Henryâs, I can still hear the echoes of âBoiler Up!â bouncing off the walls, the laughter of friends, and the roar of the crowd when Purdue made a big play.
Thatâs March Madness. Thatâs Purdue pride. And thatâs why 2010 will always stand out as one of the best tournament experiences of my life.
























