Postseason sporting events are the most popular television moments of the calendar year. The Super Bowl continues to smash ratings records. College football’s playoff renewed interest this season. March Madness, particularly the first few days of the tournament, is arguably the least productive time of the year in the workplace. There’s the Chase for the Cup, the Hunt for October and the Tradition Unlike Any Other. Each is exciting in its own way. Each is also very difficult to be around in the end.
You’ve seen the images on television or in the newspaper. When the game, the race or the tournament is over emotions overwhelm the athletes. The winners are elated. The losers? Don’t tell them it’s only a game. I can remember my freshman year of varsity basketball we were one of the top teams in Montana’s Class C basketball. We boasted one of the best players at any level in senior Joey Stuart. Our Kremlin-Gildford Kougars fell five points short in the Northern C Divisional semifinal to eventual undefeated state champion Heart Butte. Montana has double elimination tournaments so we still had a chance at qualifying for the state tournament. Unfortunately, we never received that opportunity. I’ll never forget looking Joey in the eyes in the locker room after the game. I was a little freshman with numerous games in front of me. He was a senior, his final high school minutes abruptly halted. As the tears streamed from his eyes I felt my own gaining moisture until I completely lost it. I remember seeing athletes cry after losing and never understood how they could be so upset. Suddenly I knew. Three years later my team lost in the District 9C semifinals. I pulled my jersey over my head and bawled so hard I needed to be led to the locker room. We were still guaranteed at least one game (we played two more, finishing 3rd) but I knew with that loss it was over. I never played competitive basketball again. 11 years have passed since that Saturday in mid-February, yet to this day I can recall the emotion that overcame my entire body. It’s a feeling I wouldn’t wish on an enemy. As it turns out, it’s also a moment I would witness on a very consistent basis. As a sports reporter I have seen some incredible moments. Carroll College football’s 10-7 win over Sioux Falls in the NAIA championship remains the best game, regardless of sport; I have ever seen or had the privilege of covering. Happy tears fell from the faces of the Fighting Saints. By the following year, those tears would return but for opposite reasons as Carroll lost in the championship game. It’s an awkward moment covering the losing team in an elimination game. The seniors are crying, reminding me of Joey all those years ago, and causing the rest of the team to well up. The locker room is silent. Then the reporters enter. It’s not something we want to do; it’s what our job entails us to do. Fans outside the industry call us disrespectful and rude for asking a team, still red in the face where the cries dripped down, about losing. Believe me, these moments are at the bottom of enjoyable media assignments. Someone has to lose of course. We play games to determine one winner and no more. Those same fans complaining about my job description are the ones paying money to perhaps watch their team lose. They know as well as I do what the odds are. But they don’t see what I see. There’s a difference between the sentiment you see on the playing surface and the true emotion I witness behind closed doors. The latest example came Saturday at Staples Center in Los Angeles. My co-workers and I were covering the Arizona Wildcats, a 2-seed in the NCAA’s West Regional final, against the Wisconsin Badgers. Arizona played well, but Wisconsin had one of those nights. It was the Wildcats who would be forced to watch the other team celebrate. If you watched the game you saw Arizona senior T.J. McConnell walk off the floor, tears flowing, to be embraced by coach Sean Miller. If you are a human being, you likely felt sorry for him. But as soon as the TBS cameras returned to Wisconsin celebrating, your attention left poor T.J. The post-game press conference was no different. McConnell cried. He apologized for not leading his coach or his team to the Final Four. He thanked the fans and the university. He cried some more. I was in the Arizona locker room during that time interviewing his teammates. Soon-to-be NBA lottery pick Stanley Johnson was in tears trying to describe how he felt for Arizona’s senior leader. “What do you say to a guy like that?” Johnson sobbed. “He’s a guy that’s given everything to this program. He gives everything he has to everyone around him: his teammates, his coaches, everyone in the locker room. What do you say to a guy like that? “I love him man. He knows I love him.”
Those words, the emotional honesty from an 18 or 19-year-old kid, cut at me. I felt a chill run down my spine. It remained as I watched others throw their uniforms into a pile on the floor, some to never be worn by the same athlete again.
I heard the locker room door open and in walked T.J. McConnell, fresh tears falling from his jawline to the locker room floor. Every media member remaining, some 30-40 people, rushed to the locker with the number “4” posted above. McConnell, like his teammates, was polite, respectfully answering every question thrown his way. He congratulated Wisconsin and wished them luck in the Final Four. He thanked his teammates and coaches. He recalled the last few years where he won 69 games and never lost a home contest in his Arizona career. When he was asked about the fans he broke down again, not once, but twice. “I want to thank literally every one of them,” McConnell said, choking up in the process. “What’s not to like about playing at Arizona? You play in a packed environment no matter who you’re playing. The fans make it so fun and the teammates and coaching staff too. “This was the perfect fit for me,” he said.
McConnell is the latest in a long line of athletes I have seen break down the moment they realize their current playing days are over. He’s 23 years old, still a kid in the grand scheme of things, only he’s probably in his mid-30s maturity-wise. There will be more, of course, in the future whether it is high school, college or even the pros. Once again I will be forced to put my personal emotions on hold while I expose theirs. This post serves as my apology, my understanding, to every athlete I have and will watch break down in their moment of weakness.
As long as we have sports we will continue to crown only one winner. Your television will focus on those victorious, perhaps showing a glimpse of the reaction from the other side. Just remember, the tears don’t stop when your television turns off. To them this is more than just a game.
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Even during a bye week Rich Rodriguez is making headlines. The kind on Twitter anyway. As the University of Florida was providing the final flush on their disappointing home loss to Missouri, Gator fans and college football "enthusiasts" were calling for Will Muschamp's job. Saturday's loss dropped Muschamp to 15-14 in SEC games at UF, a record Gator fans are less than willing to settle for. While the "fire Muschamp" chants echoed throughout Gainesville, the "hire (insert college football coach's name here)" mantras were well underway. That's where Rich Rod steps in, whether he knows it or not. Florida is arguably one of the top coaching destinations in the country. The Gators claim three national championships, two in the last 10 years. There's the raucous stadium pushing 90,000 screaming fans. Gatorade, Tebow, Spurrier, Meyer, did I mention Tebow? Big names grow in Gainesville. Could it be the place that pushes Rich Rod into the top tier? It makes sense. Rodriguez would be in a recruiter's dreamland in the state of Florida. Imagine how potent his offense could be with some of the freakiest athletes in the country. Picture yourself as a fly on the wall of Nick Saban's office as he tries to prepare a defensive game plan for those Gators. The fan base, boosters and resources would be unlimited for Rich Rodriguez in Gainesville. Florida's SEC is widely considered the best of the power conferences. Voters continually put these programs in the top 25. In the BCS era, SEC teams captured the national championship nine times in 16 seasons. Yes, Rich Rodriguez would likely have the advantage at a school like Florida. But would any potential success be a product of the location more than the coach? Don't misinterpret the last sentence. No ordinary Joe could walk into the SEC and coach a team to a national championship. Odds are someone like Rich Rodriguez would have a fair chance. But if he truly needs to prove himself to fans, wouldn't it be more impressive coming from Tucson? The University of Arizona is an incredible community. Athletic director Greg Byrne and his colleagues have done a great job constructing quality coaching staffs, providing state-of-the-art facilities and putting the Wildcats back on the map, not that they ever truly vanished. But gridiron glory has been scarce at best. Rodriguez currently has the Wildcats 5-1, 2-1 in Pac-12 play and ranked 16th in the country. Arizona fans are buying in. Boasting the number 16 ranking is a feat Arizona fans can be proud of. The Florida faithful, the ones used to competing for national championships, expect better, although these days 16 probably sounds pretty good to the Gators. Let's say the Wildcats run the table the rest of the way. That would give UofA three more wins over Top 25 teams and a record of 11-1. Those accomplishments would at least give the Wildcats some consideration for a berth in college football's final four. Not bad for a basketball school. The point is simple, but the decision for Rich Rod may not be. If Florida comes calling, and odds are they will reach out to a handful of college football's promising coaches, it will be difficult to turn them away. The Gators brass will dare coaches to say no, offering an insane contract and all of the perks many will never see. If Rich Rodriguez were to jump on the hook, and I would imagine those chances are quite low, it won't be because he has something to prove. Florida doesn't need much proving. Winning at Arizona on the other hand? That would give Rich Rod some gusto. Rich Rod's son Rhett is a star QB at Tucson's Catalina Foothills H.S.
Please don’t curse that boy down there; He is my son, you see; He’s only just a boy you know, But he means the world to me. I did not raise my son, dear fan, For you to call him names; He may not be a super-star But these are just games. You don’t know those boys down there, They do the best they can; They’ve never tried to lose a match, They’re boys and you’re a fan. This match belongs to them, you see, You’re really just a guest, They do not need a fan that gripes, They need the very best. If you have nothing nice to say, Please leave the boys alone, And, if you’re forgotten your manners, Then please just stay at home. So, please don’t curse those boys down there, They’ll hustle ‘til they’re done, And win or lose or tie, you see, To us, they’re number one! The black ink filled the back page of the programs handed to fans in attendance. Each word pleading with them to practice good sportsmanship. The majority of parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles and fellow classmates screamed only in applause. However, not everyone adhered to the words above. It has been over 10 years since I stepped foot on a high school basketball court, but I still remember the words from the poem above. I still see the poem on sports programs from time to time, though not as often. While it serves only as a suggestion to how one should act, it is a powerful piece if you put yourself in the shoes of the parent narrating it. How would you want someone speaking to your son? These are the words I imagine echoing from Ted and Kathy Skowron's lips. I imagine a single tear falling to the ground as the final sentence escapes. They embrace in a rather emotional hug, consoling one another and promising everything will be ok. They find their son, Casey, and assure him he's still their number one. University of Arizona placekicker Casey Skowron missed a potential game-winning field goal in the Wildcats 28-26 loss against USC on Saturday night. (If you haven't seen it, a link to the video can be found here.) It was his third missed attempt that evening. As you can imagine, fans were not pleased with the outcome of the contest and much of their frustration was directed toward #41, Casey Skowron. It's not fair. It's not right. It's the world we live in today. I knew there would be backlash following the missed 36-yard attempt Saturday night. I expected to see Twitter explode with negative comments. In all reality, Casey Skowron probably expected it too. Though I guarantee it was the last thing on his mind. Some of the feedback was pretty straight-forward. Some of the comments were more derogatory. The most disgusting, despicable, and outrageously inappropriate tweet toward Casey Skowron went after his entire family. It doesn't matter if Casey Skowron misses a potential National Championship-clinching kick, no college athlete, hell no athlete at any level should receive comments like these. Many sports fans have taken to Twitter to express their excitement following big plays or victories. Sadly, others have begun to use it as a negative outlet. Some, as witnessed above, have gone beyond negativity and straight to atrocious. On a positive note, many Wildcat fans have defended Skowron. Teammate Austin Hill did so immediately after the loss at the post-game press conference. "I told him I still love him and he's my boy," Hill declared to reporters. University of Arizona athletic director Greg Byrne shared a similar message via Twitter: Casey Skowron will move on from these disastrous events. He will eventually forget about the threats and the Twitter backlash. Hell, he may kick a 46-yard game-winning field goal against Washington State on October 25. I wonder what kind of response that would get?
New York. LA. Buford, Wyoming. It doesn't matter where you are from, it's home. And there's no place like it. As a teenager we can't wait to leave the imaginary boundaries of our home town. As an adult we realize we took it for granted. Kremlin, Montana doesn't have a lot to offer in the typical definition of entertainment. When I was growing up in the town of less than 100, there was no grocery store or movie theater. We didn't have a mall or golf course. I wouldn't say I was chomping at the bit to get out, but I was excited to see what the rest of the world had to offer. What I have quickly learned is that Kremlin, a town that barely shows up on Google Maps, had a much bigger hand in making me the man I have become today. Sure, it took some getting in trouble, making mistakes and countless lessons learned. But it taught me much more. What the small community lacks in size, it makes up in heart. When an individual or family is in need, Kremlin and the surrounding areas of the Hi-Line are quick to offer support. It's not just northern Montana. The entire state comes to the aid of those seeking assistance. I have had the honor of reporting on a handful of these stories. There was the time the Hi-Line community rallied around a teenage girl, Taylor Warren, after she suffered a severe head injury on the basketball court. Citizens responded on the eastern end of the Hi-Line when the Glasgow Reds baseball field flooded, forcing the team to rebuild. Athletic programs have stepped up to the plate on numerous occasions. The Great Falls Voyagers chipped in to give a teenager fighting cancer a day at the ballpark. Former Montana State quarterback DeNarius McGhee isn't a "true" Montanan, yet he had no problem spending time with two young Havre boys who had recently lost their father. There's no place like home. Earlier this fall, the Belt community suffered a tragedy on the football field. Junior Robert Back suffered a head injury in early September forcing him into the Intensive Care Unit at nearby Benefis Health System. As Robert began a fight for his life, support poured in from all corners of Montana. One week after the injury, Great Falls Central Catholic held a fundraising effort when the Mustangs hosted the Belt Huskies in football. Over $3,500 was raised. Local television stations KRTV and KFBB offered reports on the response of the communities. I spoke with Belt head football coach and Montana native Jeff Graham on Sunday. He has seen the generosity Treasure State citizens have offered in the past. This time around, he is witnessing that kindness firsthand. "The support Robert and his family have received from not only the community of Belt, but the state of Montana, shows how caring and generous the people are," Graham said. Graham told me Robert is "really improving" as he and his family continue to fight for his health. As of this post, nearly $18,000 had been raised through the Go Fund Me account in Robert's honor. $270 were donated as I was writing this post. There is no doubt more Montanans will continue to share in any way they can. There's no place like home. Fallon and I have become temporary Tucsonans following our move to the southwest. Montana will always be our home, but we have grown accustomed to life in the desert. Much like Big Sky Country, people here are more than willing to help their neighbor in need. I recently had the honor of sharing a story about The Care Project. The non-profit organization is fairly new and was jump-started in honor of 11-year-old Matthew Care who is battling leukemia. As the Care family began dozens of trips to and from the hospital, Arizonans were quick to lend a helping hand. "They had their air conditioning go out," explained cousin John Waldrop, "and a couple days before Christmas they woke up to a truck out front replacing their AC. They had no idea who it was but they thought, 'you know what? That's what we want to do.'" The Care Project raises money to assist families facing similar childhood cancers. The donations help with more than hospital bills. They benefit the every day costs the families can't devote as much time toward. Like the support for the Back family in Montana, the generosity for the Care family has spread throughout southern Arizona. Home may not be the most exciting place. It may not be the wealthiest or boast the best scenery. But if you needed a helping hand, odds are your friends and neighbors would be there no questions asked. Perhaps your future plans do not include your hometown and that's okay too. But don't take it for granted. There truly is no place like it. Make sure to follow Richie on Twitter, like his page on Facebook and subscribe to his YouTube feed. |
AuthorRichie is a small-town boy chasing big-city dreams. When he's not involved with sports, he's spending time with his wife, Fallon; their yorkie, Tinker; and their Rhodesian Ridgeback, Rosie. Archives
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