The crowd cheered so loud that I could barely hear myself think. Thousands of tiny bursts of light erupted throughout the crowd and you could just feel the intensity boiling over. Everyone was in a frenzy as I stopped long enough to look at the time clock. Blight yellow bulbs made up the 99 to 101 score and we where down. 8 seconds remained on the clock and it seemed like too little time to eclipse that insurmountable task of claiming our victory.
As the buzzer sounded and declared the end of our last timeout, my heart pounded in my throat and my legs felt like jelly. The ball was inbound and seconds felt like hours as they ticked away and the crowd held it's breath. Suddenly the bounce pass came my way from Jordan and I shot almost as a reflex without time to think of what would happen if I missed. The ball left my had and I knew it was good even from that distance the second it did. As the ball passed through the net the buzzer screamed and so did the crowd as we became champions and my mother called from the back door that dinner was ready.
It was 1992, I was 12 years old and that was the first of many NBA championships that I would claim along side Micheal Jordan, Scottie Pippen, and the rest of the gang for the Chicago Bulls. As I turned to look at my Mom smiling at me from the back porch, the arena and the crowd melted away, returning to the sandy court where my step father had put up my new basketball goal in the backyard. It wouldn't be the last time my Mom interrupted a championship celebration, later that evening she would also interrupt a last second lunge across the goal line to win the Superbowl to tell me that I had a phone call.
Just the other day I was playing a game of H.O.R.S.E. with a friend that lives up the street and I thought of these moments. It's always funny to think back to a time when I won tons of championships in multiple sports, sometimes 6 or 8 a day. They were really stacking up by the time I became a teenager and everything turned from baseball cards and bubble gum to girls and guitars. There's something powerful when you still remember those dreams so vividly as an adult. We spend our entire youth wishing we were grown and our entire adulthood just wishing we could be a kid again.
The funny thing is that we never get to choose when we will grow up and we never get to truly return to that crazy imagination that cultivated so many Grammy's, championships, and Oscars in our youth. But something of that child within you will always remain. You are now really just a larger version that will not allow yourself to let go long enough to return to this simple fantasy. Letting go is always the hardest part. Of course these days, people really look at me like I am out of my mind when I jump up and down, cheer and wave to a crowd that only exists in my head. They look at me like I've lost my mind and I wonder how they would think if they found out that I felt like I had just gone sane.
The greatest accomplishments in the history of our existence all started as a whimper. A dream in the mind of a madman that saw a sanity the rest of the world was unwilling to comprehend. Someone was just crazy enough to set that dream in motion despite the naysayers that stood on the sideline too afraid to fall on their face to join the game. So here's to all the lost dreamers drifted through a life of caged reality. There's no need to be trapped inside your skin and the only impossibility in this life is the idea that's unrealized or given up on. You never know how far you can go until you are willing to go too far, so why not give it a shot?
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