Okay, really quick: during the last half hour of my incredibly lame night at work, 2 guys came in to watch Kansas and Memphis in OT during the NCAA finals. Kansas ended up winning by like 7 points, and the MVP was Mario something who made the 3-pointer to tie it up to begin with when Memphis missed a bunch of free throws or something. So the game is over and the announcers are talking about how amazing this kid is and how the way Kansas came back from being 9 points from behind to win by 8 or whatever it was is going to go down in the history books, blah blah blah. They're replaying this kid's game-tying 3-pointer and the crowd is still going wild, and they're talking about how this kid is going to be known for this shot for the rest of his life, how he's always going to be remembered for this, and so on and so forth.
I couldn't help stand there and think, wow. If this kid never does anything else to be remembered by, if all the happiness of his life hinges on a three-point shot during a basketball game when he was in college, then that's really, really sad. I mean, I'm not saying that it wasn't amazing or that he doesn't deserve to be remembered for it or that there isn't a really good chance that this is what he'll be remembered for even if he does continue to have a more illustrious career, and that's way more than I'll ever be remembered for by anyone. But still. How's he going to feel years from now when he can barely make a free throw, and his entire life has been defined by making a great shot during a single basketball game that, odds are, a lot of basketball fans don't even remember any more. I guess if he's lucky, he'll manage to go out there and do great things off court and be remembered for them as well and be able to do something that makes him happy and doesn't let the highlight of his life be this one shot. Poor kid. He's got a lot of pressure on him now.
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