Last second losses. Crappy missed calls. Crappy made calls. Lucky half-court bombs.
We as sport fans have all been crushed by the moments listed above. So with The Madness picking back up tonight, I thought it was a perfect time to break out the heatbreak moments. Or as I like to call them, the Grrrrrr moments. Those moments as a sports fan where everytime someone mentions it, or you see a replay, you get so enraged all over again that you can't talk rationally. You simply must excuse yourself, walk out of the room and let out a long, primal Grrrrrr.
My stepfather's is the NCAA Championship game in 1983. My pops was a diehard Houston Cougars fan and Phi Slamma Jamma was the bomb. How could it not be? With potential NBA legends like Clyde "The Glide" Drexler and Hakeem "The Dream" Olajuwon on the same team. Mix in All-American Michael Young and a highly underrated Larry Micheaux and you had a dominant team that rolled to 31-2 record in the 1982-83 season.
But in the championship game they were done by a North Carolina State Wolfpack team that most said weren't even in Phi Slamma Jamma's class. Lorenzo Neal grabbed an airball above the rim and dropped it in the hole as time expired for an 54-52 victory. To this day, my stepfather, and anyone else from Houston at the time, will come completely unglued when that moment is shown. They still believe that Neal's shot was goaltending. They still believe they got jobbed.
Mine is burned in my mind as well. September 21, 1999. Darrell K. Royal Memorial Stadium. University of Texas at Austin campus. I was a junior at the 40-acres and we had Notre Dame in our house. This was when Notre Dame was still good. They came in ranked 9th in the nation. Texas had begun to come back to college football powerhouse status being ranked #6 in the nation.
I bought tickets for me and my brother. Had a fired up (hint: liquor was involved) weekend. Campus was buzzing like it hadn't been since I had been at school.
The game went according to plan for us Longhorn faithful. Pre-dope smoking Ricky Williams had over 100 yds. rushing and a touchdown. The Godfather of Soul at QB, James Brown, was having a solid day, throwing for 178 yds, a TD and limiting his mistakes to only one interception. With 2:54 left to play, the game was tied at 24. The Irish drive the length of the field and get into field goal position. The trot out PK Sanson (sorry, never knew his first name; don't care to know it now) and he buries the 39-yarder as time expires. But adding insult to injury, the ball went over the protection net and proceeded to land right in the row directly in front where my brother and I were sitting.
I could've caught the damn ball as it bounced off the bleachers if I had cared to.
It was like the whole Notre Dame team took a shank to my heart and then turned it for good meausure. I'm actually surprised I was able to make sense long enough to write this out. But having to relive it again? Excuse me.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Let us know your best Grrrrrrr moment. And I hope that a buzzer beater doesn't set the dagger in your hearts tonight as you watch The Madness all this weekend.