I've been wanting to comment on this thread but didn't really want to intrude on the emotional aspect of the previous posts, or the insight provided by those posting.
As some may know, I am a junior LHP at a D-III school in New York. Last year, 2010, our baseball team made our first ever appearance in the NCAA tournament, bowing out in the semifinals of the New York Regional in an extra inning affair. Our team was probably the most successful team in school history. We set records for team fielding percentage and team ERA. We went 31-13. Our ace was a 4th round draft pick, the highest of any D-III player in several years.
I have played a lot of baseball in my life. I've played in high quality collegiate summer leagues, in elite travel ball leagues, against state champion high school teams. I've been to both national tournaments and qualifiers for events such as those found in East Cobb, Jupiter, Farmington, etc. I've seen, and played against, the best of the best in amateur baseball. There have been many accomplishments I have had in my baseball life that I am proud of. However, there is not a single more memorable event that I have been apart of than last year's NCAA tournament. The emotions that we incurred as a whole unit were indescribable. It was a magical run, filled with odyssey-like feelings of jubilation and Hell-like feelings of disaster...literally at the same time.
When our opponent scored the winning run on a walk-off single in the 11th inning of the loser's bracket championship game, it was surreal. We'd come so far...we'd woken up early for morning runs, we'd skipped so many classes, we'd spent so many hours on the bus. We'd shoveled snow off the mounds, we'd played so many card games in the hotels, we'd brought it up so many times in the dugout. We'd done everything that brought us up to that point as a team, as a singular unit of people that had a combined goal. And suddenly it was gone. I wasn't upset so much about the fact that we had lost the game. It was a great game, and they straight up beat us. I was upset about the fact that things would never be the same. I'd never have that same group of guys, that same team atmosphere. I'd never be able to experience my "first" NCAA tournament again. I'd never get to live a four-day dream quite like that one.
In an interview, Huston Street was once asked what his favorite baseball memory was. This is a man who has pitched in a lot of MLB games in a lot of pressure situations. He's had enormous success against some of the best players in the world. His answer was very simple: "Rosenblatt."
The mystique surrounded events such as the College World Series isn't created by the amount of fans in the stands, or the television cameras, or the fancy hotels, or the professional contracts. The mystique is created by the players, and their quest for immortality...immortality in amateur baseball, in their school, in their teammates and in themselves. Whether you play DI, DII, DII, NAIA, JuCo, whatever, there's no experience quite like a championship tournament with your teammates. Personal accomplishments are awesome, but accomplishments where you are able to contribute to a greater cause for people are a lot better.
Unfortunately, my team fell short of the NCAA tournament this season. A string of injuries and a cold streak dropped us from a #2 regional ranking to out of the picture in a week. I resorted to taking my finals and watching the live feeds of the various regionals around the country. Despite the fact that I cursed at the computer screen a few times wishing I was there, it was fun to watch the emotions of the teams involved. I could see the purity and love for the game in each and every participant, and thrived off of it knowing that I could relate to exactly how they were feeling. I was in their shoes last year, and hopefully will be next year. But for now, it was their time to shine, their time to cement themselves into a tiny section of baseball history. However small it is, it means a lot to those involved. No one can ever take away memories.
Good luck and congratulations to WNEC, Keystone, Kean, Salisbury, Marietta, UW-W, Buena Vista and Chapman as they continue their quest for the coveted Division III National Championship. I will be watching every game I can over the Internet, loving every second of it.