This past weekend, I watched my high school alma mater earn a birth in the state championship game. The last time the school made it the capital in the state tournament was my senior year. It was funny, as I mixed it up with fellow supporters, to notice how many people there were from my class. I guess we all felt like we needed to address some unfinished business because we lost at the state finals that year. Hopefully, this weekend, I will be celebrating in Indianapolis!
As great as the semi-state championship game was, I still chuckle when I think of the opening game of the regional tournament the week before. My school had to play the favorite in the first game. This team was huge and they were playing in their home gym. My school, being small, and having the farthest to travel, had a modest crowd of students there. The hometown powerhouse had a whole side of rowdy student fans there chanting and yelling at our players and our crowd.
They would chant something to our students and our students responded. Because of our size, our chants were nowhere near the volume of their chants. To put that point in our students’ faces, the enemy crowd would yell, “We can’t hear you! We can’t hear you!”
Fast forward to the game. It was close throughout the first half and we had a narrow lead at half time. Then came the third quarter and we went on the attack. By the time the fourth quarter had started, we had a comfortable lead. With about six minutes left in the game, we were up by 20. The rowdy crowd we had to endure up till then had been sitting on their hands for about 15 minutes by then. Then, one of the best things in high school sports happened, our crowd from the students to the teachers and parents started chanting as loud as I have ever heard them, “WE CAN’T HEAR YOU!!”
I just love it when teams let their talking be on the floor!