
Yahoo Sports shares a feature they call “Why We Love Sports.”
Readers submit heartwarming stories that tie life and sports together. This was this week’s submission...
Simon O. from Palo Alto, CA said, “I grew up in a house with two parents completely uninterested in sports. I remember saying the sports section made the best packing paper — because it would never be used for anything else.
But by the mid-90s, Stanford men's basketball was becoming harder to ignore in my hometown of Palo Alto. A program that hadn't made the NCAA Tournament from 1942 to 1988 suddenly found life, reaching the second round in back-to-back seasons.
Even in our non-sports household, my mom started watching. My breakthrough came in 1997, when underdog Stanford ended Tim Duncan's Wake Forest career to reach the Sweet 16 for the first time in 55 years.
Watching one of the greatest college players ever walk off the court after losing to my hometown program flipped a switch. I didn't fully understand it then, but I was hooked. I had my team.
Stanford returned nearly everyone the following season (1997-98) and added twin superstars Jason and Jarron Collins. The hype felt real. In the most unlikely twist, my mom and I bought season tickets.
The team didn't disappoint. They finished 26-4 and earned a No. 3 seed in the Midwest Regional. Next thing I knew, we were staring down a Sweet 16 matchup against No. 2 seed Purdue.
The day before that game, my eighth-grade teacher told me my mom was waiting in the front office and that I needed to go meet her. Being pulled out of class midweek rarely signals good news.
She told me to grab my things. We were leaving. Not because anything was wrong — but because we were going to the airport. She had decided we were flying to St. Louis to watch Stanford play in the Sweet 16.
That game ended up being a classic. With 57 seconds left, Stanford trailed 71-65. It felt over. But March Madness never really ends until the clock hits zero.
A few plays later, a three-point play cut the lead to one. Stanford still needed a stop. Then it happened: Arthur Lee jumped the inbound pass, deflected it to Mark Madsen, who dunked it and then celebrated in a way generously described as "dancing."
I remember sitting next to my mom while all of this unfolded, trying to process how lucky I was to witness it. That play sent Stanford to its first (and still only) Final Four.”
Neat stuff, heh? |