Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Speechless Sweet 16

The title above is the title that I gave this Microsoft Word document in the early early hours of the morning on March 24, 2008.
It is 1:19 in the morning. And I don't know what to say.

I'm absolutely serious. I am on overload. This day has been...

Okay, I wanted us to win in the first round. I figured we could. And then we did. It was awesome. Finally we get some street cred beating a big-deal mid-major that we aspire to be like. Steph had 40, man of the hour of course. High time in Raleigh was had by all. Wide grins, Sonya crying, jumping up and down.

Good stuff. Good season. Goal accomplished. Check. #2 seed up next. Well, you know...

And then came 5:05 PM EST.

... (I seriously can't think of how to tell you this in some clever writer-ly fashion. There are no words that eloquently describe it. So, screw it.)...

WE EFFING BEAT GEORGETOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And in the word "beat," I am assuming you know that we were down 11 at the half with only 5 Steph points and 1 Steph trey, and down SEVENTEEN with 10 on the clock. This time I was not one of thousands in the RBC Center, but one of five down in Nana and Pop Pop's basement.

Suddenly, everything started clicking. I don't know how it does that. Somehow it was 43-50, 58-59, 60-60...

With four minutes left Rachel texts me: Ahhhhhh! Go cats!!

Then Anna: Oh. My. God.

Mason calls David Walker: "Are you watching this game?"

I text as many people as I can think of: OH MY GOD.

It's a blur. Roy Hibbert fouls out. Mason says something about his uselessness. Dad is giving his spiel on how two minutes is an insanely long time in a basketball game. Anything could happen. He's gritting his teeth. I know, I know, I know...

Then 62-60, Steph, gorgeous, silence except for that SWISH! 65-60, WHAT?!?!

I am shrieking, heart pounding, palms sweating, we could actually do this...

And then Georgetown decides to keep fouling our best player. Okay. He won't argue. I won't argue.

10 seconds left -- how did we get here? -- as the Hoyas try for a three that had been so kind to them earlier, I feel my phone buzzing. It's Elizabeth. As Andrew CONQUERS the last rebound, we literally SCREAM at each other for two minutes. We know that we don't even need to say anything of introduction to each other, we completely understand what the other is trying to express at this moment except it cannot be expressed with much comprehensive language except: "OH MY GOD WE DID IT WE DID IT WE'RE GOING TO THE SWEET SIXTEEN OH MY GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE IT OH MY GOD AHHHHHHHHH!" We scream, scream scream. I have leapt up from my seat and am dancing and jumping around the basement in absolute disbelief. Dad is pumping his fists and grinning and the boys are SO DAMN HAPPY. OH MY LORD I'm hugging Dad and screaming to Elizabeth, not hearing until later the announcer's awestruck declaration: "Talk about David and Goliath! I submit to you Davidson College to the Sweet 16!"

And then Mom's calling, joy filling her voice, and then Hannah, and my phone is buzzing nonstop and people are texting...

All of the Davidson blogs have single headlines with exclamation points that broadcast this news that honestly, in all my faith and joy for this team, I never believed would actually happen. It's amazing to read. I am giggling nonstop and shaking my head -- no way. No way! NO WAY!

Because this is so much more than a first round win. This is... there is no icing in the cake scenario because that's just too cliche, but there is no analogy that fits this turn of events. Nothing. After worrying that my scrapbook would have been too disappointing to look at/complete if we had lost to the Zags, this may just be too much -- because I never saw the story going this far, never realized that this could happen.

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