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Am I really looking at the following score:
Kansas 40
UNC 14
with 4:35 left in the first half?
My level of shock rivals almost anything I've seen in college hoops in my whole life. I have enjoyed watching UNC all year long, though I despise the ACC with the passion of a thousand suns, just to watch the game played so well. And now this... completely dominated by Kansas. Do you know how excited I was to watch this game?
Billy Packer announced this game was over when it was 36 to 12.
not only that but:
BUCKNER!
http://www.boston.com/sports/baseball/redsox/extras/extra_bases/
MOTHERFUCKER!!!
Bill Buckner was cheered today at Fenway Park. And if you had asked me the probability of that happening in Oct. 1986, I would have said absolute zero... below absolute zero. See he was blamed for the devestating loss of all our hopes and dreams, though it wasn't really his fault (hello Calvin Schiraldi & Bob Stanley).
Truth is the second the ball left Edgar Rentaria's bat bouncing back to Keith Foulke, the mortal wound caused by Buckner healed in my heart.
However, how fitting is it, that I'm sitting in a conference room in NYC this morning, hours before being aware that Buckner would throw out the first pitch at the Red Sox home opener (thus completing the recovery for both him and the fans) that I look up on the wall and literally gasp. There on one wall, where art is displayed on other walls, is a framed photo of Buckner watching the ball roll away. I'm talking a 16 x 20 photo here... People in the room stare at me. I jump up and point at it and exclaim: I can't believe this is here on the wall. Don't you know you have guests from Boston? People continue to stare. Not all of these people are even from New York or even care about baseball (hard to believe, but they exist). Someone actually asks: what is that a photo of? One of the more traumatic moments of my life, that's all! People are really staring at me now. At least there were no Yankee fans in the room.
Later, when the email begins circulating that it will be Buckner throwing the first pitch, someone will turn to me and say: that guy whose picture you were sitting under? How appropriate. Indeed.