Bill Murray might call it a “Cinderella story…” It is fair to say that One Shining Moment swung open a mighty big door which I promptly walked through…ran through…sprinted through…and many of the compositions that I had squirreled away for years now found their way to television and movies. Why suddenly I had talent! And while I continue to compose and create music with all sorts of accolades, that early morning in May, 1986, when I paid profound attention, for a moment…yes a shining moment…everything changed.
Like this magical tournament.
As I walk the streets of these Final Four cities, I’m always struck by the genuine sense of celebration. It is a basketball Mardi Gras. Starry eyed children with colored beads around their necks; limping baby boomers remembering their glory days on the basketball court; women with t-shirts with phrases like…Rock, Chalk Jay Hawk!; and the students - oh yes the students - who wander the streets in collegiate tribes, shouting back & forth to each other.
This is their moment to be young like this…
I have a friend who performs comedy. He has counseled me that making stand-up comedy look easy is difficult to do. “Try it sometime” he tells me over & over again. Well, the NCAA makes hosting this blessed event look easy.
Hats off to them.
Now I’ll get back to wandering the streets myself sharing stories to my fellow limping friends of the night I scored 32 points against Clarkston High School! Couldn’t miss that night…