Today is the 33rd anniversary of what many consider one of the greatest moments in American sports history...the miracle on ice in Lake Placid, NY. In the spirit of the date, I propose these three questions to those here:
What is the best sports moment you've ever seen in your life?
What is the best sports moment you've ever seen in person?
What is the best sports moment you've ever personally been a part of?
Here are my answers:
1) This is probably the hardest one for me. I choose Mike Piazza's home run on September 21, 2001. I am not a Mets fan, but I am a New Yorker. This was the first sporting event played in the city after 9/11. Piazza's home run lifted the Mets over the Braves in the game, and was hit to center field after a long at-bat in dramatic fashion. I watched the game as an 11-year-old simply to enjoy the welcoming back of sport. But retrospectively, given the knowledge I have of the events and of the area, this was truly an unbelievable moment in sports and in my life. Millions of people watched the ball exit the park and were able to smile for the first time in what seemed like an eternity.
2) Andre Agassi vs. Marcos Baghdatis- US Open, August 31, 2006. I didn't like tennis until this very day. My neighbor in New York had received free tickets to the US Open through a friend and took me along. We spent the day watching matches between lower ranked players on the back courts of the complex, where I marveled at the athleticism and skill of the players up close. Then, we entered Arthur Ashe Stadium to watch what ended up being Andre Agassi's last career win. The match took what felt like a week, and the crowd of 23,000 cheered, laughed and cried with the players on the court. It was truly one of the few events I've ever witnessed in person that made me recognize and appreciate the beauty of sports.
3) NCAA Regionals- 2010. As a sophomore in college my team was one inning away from receiving a shot at a berth into the College World Series. We lost in the 11th inning of what was effectively the semi-final game, on a walk-off single after leading the game by one going into the inning. It was a crushing blow to a magical season in which we fought our way through our competition as underdogs. To this day I don't really know how to explain the emotions we felt on the bus ride home from the stadium- a mixture of defeat, sadness, and sheer pride. I cried knowing that some of the seniors on the team would likely never play a competitive baseball game ever again, and cried knowing that the brothers I had formed throughout the season would no longer be together in the same light ever again. It was, from a team morale and satisfaction sense, the pinnacle of my baseball career and a moment that I think would be very difficult to top for me.