So I had a realization last night at about 10PM, only a few hours before Tarheel fans risked third-degree burns in celebration and just an hour into Jim Nantz’s desperate effort to figure out where Billy Packer was, that I did not have to wait through a horribly boring basketball game just to see the annual “One Shining Moment” video.
We have this thing called YouTube now, so here it is if you fell asleep on the couch, too:
Every year I ask myself why I stay up through at least four unnecessary, shameless commercials and at least 10 minutes of Gumble to Gumble just to see three minutes of highlights set to inspirational music sung by an R&B giant. Jealousy, maybe, just because even though this is an end for a lot of these kids, it’s also a beginning.
My ends have typically involved pink slips or “it’s just a tough environment, Carl” and beginnings going back to an old boss and begging for a job. My life to One Shining Moment would be something more like this:
I’m a shooting star… And all the years… No one knows… Just how hard I worked… But now it shows… That One Shining Moment!
