I recently asked a group of bloggers what their dream sports doubleheader would be. The catch was that it had to be two things that could happen, and that you also could logistically attend, in the same day. For instance, Zach said his was the Chiefs crushing the Broncos at Arrowhead in late October, then the Royals defeating the Cardinals to win the World Series over at Kauffman Stadium. Remember that the key word here is dream.
Here’s mine:
I’m at the 2009 NFL Draft in NYC. My Kansas City Chiefs are picking last in the first round, because they just won the Super Bowl, in spite of Brodie Croyle. Somehow, Tim Tebow slips all the way to the 32nd pick and my Chiefs finally nab themselves a franchise quarterback. My thirst is finally quenched after 20 years of clamoring for a QB! My brother and I kick it at the draft for awhile, proudly parading around Radio City Music Hall in our Chiefs jerseys–I’m wearing a red Larry Johnson, he’s sporting a white Dwayne Bowe. The Chiefs hit a homerrun with each of their first two picks, kind of like this year, but even more impressive given where they are picking, not to mention that Carl Peterson is calling the shots. The Chiefs are the talk of the draft, and it’s amazing to be there in person reppin’ the Red and Gold. But it’s getting late, so we take off from the draft and hurry over to…
Madison Square Garden, where my Indiana Pacers are taking on the New York Knicks. It’s Game Three of a first round series in the 2009 NBA Playoffs. The Pacers are the surprise third seed, the Knicks are the sixth seed. The Pacers dropped one of the first two games back at Conseco Fieldhouse, so they desperately need to win this one to regain home-court advantage. During the starting line-ups, the first four starters for the Pacers are the usual suspects. Then, at shooting guard, instead of saying “from Kansas, Brandon Rush”…the announcer swallows hard as he announces “from UCLA–GULP–Reggie Miller.” The collective gasp heard in the Garden is unlike anything you’ve ever heard. I get so excited I start seizuring, but my brother puts a program in my mouth to bite down on, and restrains me. I soon come back to earth.
It’s late in the fourth quarter, eight seconds left, Pacers down by three. Since Reggie isn’t in game shape, he only played about fifteen minutes, and was 0-7 on the night. But everyone in the house knows that he still can, and more importantly will, shoot. Danny Granger passes the ball into T.J. Ford, who finds Reggie coming around a masterful Jeff Foster screen. Four seconds left…Reggie catches and shoots a long three, kicking his leg out and drawing a bonehead foul from Jamal Crawford…the shot is up, barely, before the red light goes off…IT’S GOOD!!!!!!!!! You can hear a pin drop in MSG, or at least me jumping up and down screaming like a little girl. Spike Lee just collapses to the ground, unable to watch. Reggie chalks his hands…calmly steps to the line…the home crowd watches in a complete state of shock…nothin’ but net! The Pacers finally get their revenge for the infamous Grandmama four-point play. I’m just glad I was there to see it, and Reggie’s miraculous comeback.
My favorite team won it all and FINALLY got a real quarterback (that statement will piss some folks off…lol), and I got to see my favorite athlete make a triumphant comeback.
Let’s hear some of you dream sports doubleheaders!
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