Come Thursday night it will all be different and yet much is the same. The next great national BYU star is named Jimmer Fredette, a guard who can score from anywhere just like Ainge. In a matter of days he might be named the national player of the year the way Ainge was in 1981. He’s an Internet superstar, an explosion of highlights shipped by laptop, by phone, beamed off blinking satellites in the heavens, back to earth where everything he does seems ethereal in the context of his square torso. At times he appears to hold college basketball in his palm.