Globetrotters Once-in-a-lifetime Experience

Let’s face it – the life of a sports fan is pathetic. We spend hours watching bigger, stronger men do what we can only dream about and then hope, pray, sweat, and scream in vain for the perfect moment, the perfect season that will only happen a handful of times in our lifetime.

It’s kind of like shooting a full-court basketball shot, only we fully expect it to go in every time. When it misses, we lose grip on reality, throwing cell phones, breaking TVs, muttering sweet-nothings under our breath (hopefully). I might go into therapy after thinking through how pathetic it is.

But those moments are at the core of the sports enthusiast. Every diehard has them, too: the games or plays that we’ll retell with nostalgic pride to our grandkids (who won’t care) or our girlfriends (who definitely won’t care).

My select few memories that will remain as my all-time favorites include: the Reggie Miller game-winner over Michael Jordan in the NBA playoffs, when Grace played IU at Assembly Hall last year, the Ohio State football national championship in 2003, and when the Colts finally beat the Patriots in the playoffs. These are the moments that sadly define my pathetic life as a sports fan.

But there’s one more event I experienced recently that I’ll never forget, albeit for a very different reason. If you were one of the approximately 1,300 fans to see the Harlem Globetrotters play at the Orthopaedic Capital Center on Jan. 19, you were in for a treat.

Putting on a show for the packed out OCC, “Big Easy” Lofton makes a local boy’s day by lifting him up before the crowd on Jan. 19. The dazzling display of high-flying dunks and dribbling wizardry was enough for the price of admission. But the positive, fun, untainted atmosphere of the evening is what really captivated me.

Now, hardcore basketball fundamentalists will gripe and complain about how showy it was or that there was a lack of sound basketball skills exhibited. But that’s missing the point of the Globetrotters entirely.

If you took the time to look around the OCC, you didn’t see the typical intense, agonizing emotions or hear the shouts of “constructive criticism” for the refs. No, what you saw was the laughing, beaming faces of all in attendance: from the little boy sitting with his dad to the Grace College basketball player, from the Warsaw High School student to the grandpa reliving what he saw decades before. If you looked around, you knew just how special that night was.

In a world filled with athlete-idols with inflated egos and filthy lives outside of the limelight, having the chance to watch Globetrotters like “Big Easy” Lofton or “Firefly”

Fisher swoop and fly across the court carried me back to the days when all that mattered in sports was having fun. Nobody gave a hoot about minutes played or points scored. No, it was just basketball, and I played it…simply because it was fun.

So unlike my other favorite sports moments, the night of Jan. 19 when I first saw the Globetrotters doesn’t have a score attached to it; it doesn’t have one signature play cemented in my mind.

But maybe that’s why I’ll remember it. Pure. Fun.

By Josh Neuhart

This story was published in the Feb. 4 issue of Grace’s student newspaper, The Sounding Board.

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