Those who don't partake in this, the best month of the year for sports, may not fully appreciate why so many guys like me are happy to shut outselves up with a television set for 3 weekends in march watching a bunch of other tall guys play with a round orange ball.
I can almost understand those who have never played or otherwise been involved with James Naismith's brilliant indoor court game may be a bit puzzled at our zeal for the NCAA Tournament. So I thought I'd create this post as an attempt to explain.
The NCAA has been able to capitalize on the natural human tendencies to seek out heroes, root for the underdog, and gain a sense of belonging. Wherever we went to college, it can be exciting to discover our alma mater was chosen by the selection committee. Playing in the annual spring collegiate tournament is a validation of your favorite team's hard work over the course of the season. Most collegiate Division 1 conferences are only allowed a single participant in the event, so that single school has to win their conference's season-ending tournament to qualify. The so-called "power conferences" like the Big 10, Big East, ACC, and SEC usually get a handful of schools from their conferences invited, depending on each team's performance.
Realizing that a little school like Butler actually has a chance to line up against the traditional basketball giants like Kentucky, Duke, and North Carolina with an equal chance at capturing the National Championship captures the imagination. Butler's miraculous runs through the last two years of the tournament to the championship game made a more compelling story than any fictional silver screen entertainment, plus it took a full season and over 3 weeks of alternating excitement and anticipation for the story to play itself out. I still daydream a bit about what might have happened had Gordon Heyward actually made that halfcourt shot at the buzzer against Duke 2 years ago.
Already this March we've seen little-known Lehigh send Duke home early. Norfolk State likewise ended Missouri's hopes, proving that David doesn't just beat Goliath once every few thousand years, but at least a couple of times every March.
A game I particularly enjoyed was last night's match between Virginia Commonwealth University and Indiana. Although Indiana was the higher seed (#4 to VCU's #10), VCU was a cinderella story from last season that dropped the national semifinal game to Butler in a heart-stopping game.
Indiana is back in the tournament for the first time in about a decade. Beginning way back in 2000, when Indiana's President Myles Brand decided he'd had enough of his colorful and controversial basketball coach, but lacked the courage to simply fire him, he tried to humiliate Knight by publically announcing his probation. Sure enough, within a couple of weeks a student yelled something at the coach and the coach naturally stopped to demand respect from the student. Suddenly something that didn't even qualify as an "incident" was immediately leveraged by Brand as cover to fire the university's iconic coach.
That began Indiana's decade-long sojourn in the basketball desert. Knight's assistant managed to guide that first team all the way to the national championship game that season, but was ineffective in subsequent seasons. So a new Athletic Director decided to hire Kelvin Sampson from Oklahoma, who he already knew was being investigated for breaking contact rules in recruitment of players but signed him to a big contract anyway.
Sampson destroyed the program, and Tom Crean arrived the following year to start from scratch with a roster full of freshmen and walk-on players. For 3 seasons, the team was like a High School JV team trying to play a full varsity schedule. But they did improve gradually from season to season, adding more talent and beginning to form a nucleus of promising players.
This year one new freshman came to Indiana, Cody Zeller, who is the baby brother of two outstanding collegiate centers with Notre Dame and North Carolina. Zeller turned out to be the cog that was needed to bring Indiana back to varsity status, and they finally won more than 20 games and earned their way back into the tournament for the first time in 10 years.
I've followed Indiana basketball since I was a kid, when a player from my hometown of Goshen, John Ritter, was a 4-year starter at the beginning of Bob Knight's tenure. They were finally interesting again, beating top-5 teams like Kentucky, Ohio State, and Michigan State during the season.
All that history is just meant as a background to last night's game. VCU is a highly athletic and well-conditioned team that prides itself on forcing turnovers against their opponent. They certainly did so last night, but Indiana spent most of the game matching them shot-for-shot and turnover-for-turnover.
Watching an exceptionally close and competitive game such as this one, I can nearly feel as if I'm somehow on the court with the players. Ghost memories course through my muscles, feeling the jump shot from the elevation to releasing the ball off my fingertips with the snap of the wrist and the extension of the elbow, to following through as the ball rotates gracefully through the air to rip through the nets.
It's almost as if that wasn't Jordan Hulls hitting that 3, but his body inhabited with my spirit.
I'm there with Cody Zeller and Christian Watford each time they extend upward as high as their legs can push them, stretching every inch to outjump the VCU player for a chance to grab the rebound.
I'm sounding like my old high school coach when I see that nobody covered the back side when Watford and Zeller converged to double-team the VCU shooter.
"Watch the weak side!".
I'm breathing with Oladipo as he bounces the ball on the free throw line and sighting the game-tying foul shot. It's almost as if I can feel the release and the simultaneous joy and relief he felt, knowing the ball was going through the net as soon as he let it fly.
Name me any other spectator activity that can so absorb someone as this tournament does me.
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