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3.. 2..1…Beep! “The Hartville Eagles basketball team will be advancing to the state championship game,” the announcer relayed. Hartville had never won state and my team, and I thought that we had a chance to win. Going into the game our record stood 28-4, and we planned to make it 29-4 by the end of our season; holding a plaque in the air that read State Champs.
Finally, the big game had arrived. March 12, 2016 at 4:30p.m. My body shook with excitement as I stepped on the Missouri University basketball court where all the seats were covered in Hartville blue by all our fans. The moment I had dreamed about had finally come true. Our team was about to play thirty-two hard earned minutes because of how much work and dedication we had applied
in practice, and in the offseason. The lights went off and the music began to play; we circled up and the tip off started the game. The pace started off fast, blurs of white and green went back and forth. Before the game started our coach had told us, “When I watch the game I want it to look like a blizzard out on the court.” Our opponent Iberia had two giants at 6’11 and 6’9. The tallest player on our team stood at 6’3. “The undersized Eagles have no chance at winning the game without a big kid,” the reporters announced as Iberia took a 2-0 lead. As the game went on we jumped out and took a ten-point lead before the buzzer sounded. Halftime seemed like an eternity. Our coach said, “If we play like this for the next sixteen minutes we will win our first state championship.” We broke the huddle and began playing again. The third quarter started with a three-point shot made by the opposing team. Quickly, our coach called for a timeout. When we sat down he yelled, “If you want to win this game start acting like it!” We ran onto the court with a completely different attitude. After the timeout we outscored our opponents by a score of 64-37. The final buzzer sounded, the crowd roared as our team ran to the center of the court in a dog pile. Before we accepted the trophy we all huddled around in a circle and prayed thanking God for blessing our team with the victory.
In basketball, the National Championship game is the dream of every kid that plays basketball in college. NC State’s basketball team wasn’t well known in 1983. Jim Valvano was the coach and he knew he had a great group of kids. When they won the ACC tournament against the great Ralph Sampson and Virginia, people thought that the win was just luck and they probably wouldn’t make last when they got into the tournament. Throughout the tournament, NC State kept surviving and advancing. In Johnathan Hock’s documentary “Survive and Advance”, Hock uses stock footage of the games that were played during the tournament, different points of view from the players, and the sequence of the documentary to prove that NC State’s basketball team were the underdogs during the whole tournament; however they were able to win despite their adversity
Schulz, Andy. "Interview about the PIAA State Championship for Basketball." E-mail interview. 23 Apr. 2014.
“Everybody wants this thing to be successful, and they have just been waiting for something to happen for such a long time,” Hoyt said. “For a long time Columbia basketball was more of an afterthought. Now, it 's more like, I can 't wait for winter we can go watch some games. It 's going to be like that this year with the guys we are bringing in.”
There have been many historical moments with the University of Dayton Flyers Men’s Basketball team, but Mark Weaver recalls of the one that meant most to him. It took place on March 24, 1967, in Louisville’s Freedom Hall for the Final Four of the NCAA (National College Athletic Association) tournament against the highly favored North Carolina Tar Heels (Collett 228). This was the third straight NCAA tournament appearance for the Flyers, but their first ever Final Four (Collett 228). It turned out that the Flyers smashed North Carolina, seventy-six to sixty-two. Don May hit a record thirteen straight field goals and scored thirty-four points (Collett 228). Mark Weaver, a lifetime fan said, “I remember that game like it was yesterday, it almost brings tears to my eyes. I have never seen UD party like we did the night of that game. I have been following Dayton basketball since the mid-1960s and I have yet to witness the team getting a greater win than the one over the Tar Heels.”
Kerkhoff, Blair. “Special Report: College Officials Say Yes to Playoffs.” Kansas City Star. n. pag. 8 Apr. 2003. .
Entering my final season of AAU basketball I knew I had set myself up for a roller coaster of emotions, whether it was from the night of my first practice, the weekend of my first tournament, or my first time on the road with my new team. This was because a lot was on the line this season, and I strived to make this season my best, and most enjoyable. This is mostly because this was the final year getting the opportunity to put on my red and black jersey every tournament. It was my last season traveling around the country with my teammates every weekend with one goal, to win, and it was my last season to improve my skills all around, in an attempt to further my basketball career into college. During the first few practices I was nervous for how the season would go because I noticed my coach was a lot harder on me than he was to my teammates and I did not know how to take that at first.I was not used to to his coaching style of being loud, in your face, and tough, or his emphasis on "perfection" because on my past teams I was used to being the best person on the team, and my coach rarely had negative criticism for me, so I took his intense coaching style terribly.
Russell, Kurt. “The Miracle of Achievement.” Sporting News 228.5 (2004): 8 MAS Ultra – School Edition. EBSCO. Web. 7 Apr. 2014.
Gregory, Sean. "The Real March Madness?." Time 181.11 (2013): 60. Academic Search Complete. Web. 28 Apr. 2014.
Connection to audience: We all here go to the University of Missouri and most of us have a reasonable sense of school spirit. Some of us here have even been raised as Mizzou (football) fans.
The team was ready, we had been working extremely hard for the past seven months for this. We were all in great shape and very rested. A few of the returning players were meeting me at my house to carpool to the final game of the state championship tournament. Everyone knew that the hard work had paid off when we won the semi-final game the preceding day.
With shaky knees, I hesitantly made my way up the large white steps. With the back of my hand, I brushed away a few salty tears of relief. As I stood at the top of the podium and looked up into the packed stadium, my mind drifted back to everything I had gone through to achieve this moment, the day I became a state champion.
October 26, 2014 is a day I will never forget, this was the day that I stood on the Carrier Dome field in Syracuse, New York anxiously awaiting the results of the New York State Field Band Championships. I had stood in that place for the last three years, every time coming in a close second to our rivals. However, the feeling in the air was different, we had done exceptionally well that season. We waited eagerly with racing hearts and sweaty palms; my mind played out each performance we had done that season. Every step, every note, and every breath culminated in my mind. After the third-place position was announced, our band knew it was between us and our rivals. My heart was pounding so hard it was as if I could see it through my uniform. I looked to some of my fellow band members and could see it on them as well; the excitement, the nervousness, and the readiness for what was about to come. It was as if time stood still when the announcer had said, “Second place, with a score of…” my ears tuned out the rest of his words. It wasn’t until I looked at the screen, that the reality our band had made first place sunk in. For the screen had read that our rivals had come in second, leaving the first place position to our band.
Ever since I was a little boy, about eight years old or so, I had an extreme passion for the sport of basketball. On weekends, I would wake up in the morning, eat a bowl of frosted flakes or cheerios, put on basketball shorts and then go in my driveway to shoot around. I would be out there for hours just shooting around or playing with some random kids that I would occasionally see walking around my neighborhood. This was satisfaction to me, but even better was playing on multiple public teams and not just playing in my driveway every day. In elementary school, I played in a recreational league, just like almost every other kid who tries out basketball when they were younger. This was fun and all but it was nothing too serious. There were never any practices, it was just one or two unorganized games per week. I never took
Down two with six seconds to go fatigue had taken it tolls on the players. With little energy left; over time was not an option. I knew I had to go for the win. I walk on the floor confident of my ability that was until the whistle blew quickly turning my confident to butterflies. As I fought to get open I quickly saw the ball coming my way. As I rose for a jump shot time itself began to stay still. An in flesh everything became silent. As I watch the ball leave my hand I envisioned greatness; sure the ball was on its way in I started to celebrate that was until I hear the announcer say my teammate tip in miss shot to win us the game. Mix with emotion I celebrate with my teammate. “Ok guys, we have 24 hours until tip off. Get some rest because this is going to be the biggest game of your life. Let’s bring this championship back to Barton College. Go Bulldogs and Goodnight!” Why few players stay in the lobby to hang out I took it talk upon to work on my game and reflect on the semifinal game that just took place. At basketball games you will notice how there are all sorts of fans attending the game.
The buzzer sounded and Carmel tops Libertyville 56-54 in a thrilling comeback over our rivals. After the game observers would’ve thought we were just the opposite. About seven or eight of us seniors from both teams got together after the game commemorating on what would be the last time we would be on the court together. We all congratulated each other on the performance and shared great memories we had together in the past playing on the same teams. The outcome of the game did not alter the way we approached one another afterwards. Rather than being sore losers towards us after the contest, they expressed respect towards us with class and dignity. We acted the same way rather than being too good for them after a win.