Last year after watching Barca vs Arsenal in the first leg of the Champions league I posted a blog about the danger of the “best moment.”
I think it’s one of those things that you just have to live. In our game this weekend we had a back and forth contest on the road against a veteran team and we had a number of chances to seperate ourselves but let some opportunities slip away, especially at the free throw line. Then at the two minute mark we hit a 3 to go up by 6 and it seemed like we had the seperation that we needed to come away with the victory. And this is the exact moment that is most dangerous. I’m certain our team sensed that relax coming from their coach or each person individually shared this feeling and the result was a dumb foul, followed by an open 3 from one of their best shooters. A couple more missed free throws and a desperation bucket and we left the court in shock. From that “best moment” everything fell apart. For me it was a lesson that had to be lived to be learned.
Last weekend we learned first hand that it ain't over until the fat lady sings.
anyone out there with similar experiences?