Last night we saw a playground game break out in front of the world. We’ve always had love for the passion of the college game, but usually it’s about running your offense, staying disciplined and capitalizing on your opponents’ mistakes. Good life skills, but not always great viewing when the game becomes a science. Last night, we saw art.
Late in the game, when you’re expecting a college point guard to pull it back out and look at his coach for help, Peyton Siva cut so hard he fell down a half dozen times…and somehow kept his dribble going right to the bucket. On the other side, no team has Michigan’s shooting and one-on-one skills—when they get it going the way they did last night, they look like an NBA team. And of course, no great pickup game is complete without a kid showing up with a haircut from 1975, everyone thinking he has a game to match…and then he goes and steals the show. Last night we had two, in Spike Albrecht and Luke Hancock.
We saw two teams trade alley-oops one after the other. We saw them burn up the nylon, and not because of bad D. For some, we even saw the old “One Shining Moment” cliché take on some actual meaning. Wrapped in the emotion that only the college game can bring, it was everything basketball should be. It was art. And it was our kind of ball.