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How I Missed Last Night’s Game…

I missed it…

I can’t believe i missed it…

I MISSED IT!!! Last night, of all nights, I couldn’t be at the Times Union Center to witness the Saints upset the Gaels. You know, that team that was hyped out of their minds by the media and ESPN. That team that was set to be an at large contender even if they didn’t win the MAAC. That team that has two players drawing NBA scouts attention. That team that averages more points than any other school in the country not named the North Carolina Tar Heels. Yeah, those Iona Gaels, and i missed it…

It wasn’t by choice, I have a good reason. I intended to go, I really did, but then life happened. My 7 month old daughter came down with bronchitis, and as much as I love the Saints, I love my daughter infinitely more. In that respect I don’t begrudge not being in the crowd last night. I would have loved to have been there, but I was needed somewhere else more. Still, I MISSED IT!!!

When the Saints were down 20-2 early in the first half. I wasn’t there. I was pacing in my living room with my 2 year old son following close behind copying my every move. As i said to myself, “Slow it down boys”, in reference to the pace of the game and some forced shots, I had a little echo. Yet, I missed it…

My wife came home midway through the second half, the Saints had just clawed back into the game to be down by only four, only to have the Gaels push it right back to 12. We needed bottle liners for the baby, and I, being a gentleman of course, offered to drive to Walmart to pick some up. I drove through the fog, barely being able to see, yet my attention was focused more on the radio broadcast than the road. As i entered the parking lot i briefly debated running into the store, hoping i could get back out in time to hear the end. There were three minutes left, there’d be fouls, I could make it. Something told me to just sit right where i was and listen. So there i was, in the middle of the Walmart parking lot, rain coming down, slapping my steering wheel after every shot the Saints made. Still, I missed it…

Kyle Downey hit the shot to give the Saints the lead with 51 seconds left, and my head went into my hands as if i were at the game. The pressure of the moment being too much to bear. Then Hymes is called out of bounds on the inbound, and my stomach turns a bit. Thankfully, the Saints get the ball back, Rob Poole hits two big free throws, and the rest is history. I yelled in my car, bouncing out of my seat. I couldn’t believe it. I tried calling Tom, but he was likely caught up in the crowd and moment. He later told me there was alot of yelling, jumping around, and high fiving. I missed it…

Yet somehow, despite “missing it” i sure seem to have a vivid memory of the evening that I’m guessing i won’t soon forget. Last night was a special moment, and I would have loved to have been there cheering on the team, but the great thing about special moments is regardless of location, you remember them, and in your own way, you were there. Maybe, I didn’t miss it after all.

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