Living by the Todd Family Motto: "It behooves us to live."
Tag: march madness
Howdy. I'm Matt Todd. My wife and I have four kids and a dog,. I'm passionate about orphan care. I'm a die-hard fan of the Evansville Aces, the Indiana Hoosiers, and Star Wars. I'm trying to live life by the Todd family motto: "It behooves us to live!"
Back in 1987, as the Hoosiers were poised to make their national championship run, Evansville’s own 96 STO aired a song recorded by Furry Head and the Favorites called Stevie Shoot a Three Pointer. I only heard it a few times on the radio, but I never forgot it. And ever since I wrote about this song some eight years ago, I’ve been on a mission to find a digital copy of this song online.
I haven’t been able to find one.
I did find a copy once. But it disappeared soon after that. Even the Wayback Machine couldn’t help. So my mission has resumed. I know a lot of people have stumbled upon my blog, looking for Stevie Shoot a Three Pointer. And I don’t blame them. Because it’s probably the best parody song ever. I don’t want to disappoint anyone. So I’m on my mission again.
I’ve even emailed and tweeted the fine folks at 96 STO to see if they can be any help.
” ‘I believe in you and I’m proud of you.’ …that’s the only thing you wanted your dad and your mom to say to you.” – Kevin Ollie
“What greater gift can you give someone than to legitimately care?” – Jim Calhoun
I love the way sports can bring people together. I love how being on a team and having a caring coach or teacher can make all the difference in the world. It’s no secret that my band director had a lasting impact on me. But I don’t want my kids to have to wait until a coach says “I’m proud of you” in order to hear someone say that. They need to hear it from me. Every day. And as we’re navigating the teenage years with three teenagers, I need to make sure I’m intentional about telling them how proud of them I am and how much I legitimately care. I need to keep working every day to improve the bond I have with my kids. I believe the bond between a dad and his kids is a display of real strength.
Real strength between father and son(s)
It’s a strange thing, the teenage years. And I’m not sure I would’ve successfully navigated them without the guidance of a great friend: my Dad. Growing up, we had many shared experiences. We even climbed a mountain together And although it doesn’t happen as often as I’d like, I love going fishing with my dad. Our shared experiences only strengthen the friendship we already have.
I only hope to have similar memories and bonds with my kids. So I knew exactly who I was going to take when I was offered tickets to see the men’s Regional action in Louisville.
I knew Aiden would be excited. He loves all things sports and is a big college basketball fan like his dad. We had a great time on Thursday, watching Villanova dismantle Miami and Kansas take over their game against Maryland in the second half. Aiden had been to a Division I men’s basketball game before, but that was 10 years ago. And I’m not even sure if he remembers it. So he was pretty excited to get to see not one, but two basketball games in one night. We had a fabulous time.
Weldu is a big soccer fan. Actually, that’s a bit of an understatement. He’s a huge soccer fan. So he was a little unsure about going to a basketball game because he had never really watched many basketball games. But I was pretty sure he would enjoy the sights and sounds of the greatest tournament in all of college sports. Just in case, I decided to take him to the Elite Eight game instead of Thursday’s Sweet Sixteen games so he’d only have to tolerate one game if he was bored.
Since we were surrounded by Villanova fans, he quickly became a fan of Villanova, the “black” (I know they’re really “Navy,” but you try explaining that to a guy who’s only been in the US for a month and a half and you’re surrounded by screaming fans yelling “Let’s go, Nova!” clap, clap, clap-clap-clap. So we stuck with “black”) team. It was pretty exciting to be among the fans as they cheered their teem to victory and a trip to Houston.
I had a a great time with Weldu. And I’m pretty sure he had a good time, too. Actually, I know he had a good time because he talked my ear off during the whole 90+ minute ride home. It was an experience I’ll never forget and I hope he’ll always remember, too.
A weekend of firsts.
Not only was it Weldu’s first game and probably the first game that Aiden, but there were other firsts that happened during these two games.
It was our first time visiting the Yum! Center. Wow! What a facility! While it doesn’t ooze tradition like a Hinkle or Assembly Hall, it is a pretty impressive place.
I met Nick and Creed for the first time. I’m not sure why we had to drive all the way to Louisville to finally meet in person since we live in the same region, but it was nice to finally put names and faces together in real life.
I finally got to hear the world-famous “Rock. Chalk. Jayhawk.” chant. I imagine it would sound pretty cool echoing through the halls of Phog Allen.
“Basketball really had its origin in Indiana, which remains the center of the sport.” – James Naismith
Rumor has it that Indianapolis received some rave reviews about this year’s Final Four. And why not? Basketball rules the roost in Indiana. And Men’s Final Four weekend is a great celebration of all things basketball. Combining the two? Well, it just makes sense. Kind of like peanut butter and jelly. It’s the perfect combination.
So we spent Sunday afternoon/evening in Indy. It was not your typical Easter Sunday for us, but at least we managed to have some ham sandwiches on the way to the festivities.
We joined 3,500 other kids in a giant basketball parade, dribbling through the streets of downtown Indy. There were a few organizational speedbumps in getting the whole thing started, but that’s probably to be expected. Once we were on the road, there was nothing to stop us.
We also got to play around in the Fan Experience inside the Convention Center. Then we got to ride a Ferris Wheel and hear some live music. For the whole day, we spent a grand total of five bucks. And that was to park. I’m not sure you can beat that deal!
High school tournaments are in full swing. Student athletes are delivering heartfelt speeches on Senior Nights. Conference tournaments have started. Selection Sunday is just around the corner. Some upsets have already happened. Congratulations, Illinois State, for knocking off the Shockers today. The ball will soon be tipped for that One Shining Moment. And people are talking like coaches will gladly jump from the NBA to coach the Cream and Crimson. I think they’re dreaming, by the way. But that’s a different post for a different time. Maybe. I’m not sure I have the energy to get involved in the argument. Let’s just say that I think it’s a pretty bold assumption that it would happen.
They’re all signs that March has begun, my friends. And I can’t be any happier. This is, without a doubt, the most wonderful time of the year. I love all things about this season. And it’s even more special this year because, once again, our fair city is hosting the men’s Final Four and there are all kinds of fun festivities planned for that weekend. We’ll be there. Shoot, we might even wear some candystripes since it’s highly unlikely that our beloved Hoosiers will be wearing theirs on the court come game time that weekend.
Ah, March and basketball.
It goes together like cheese and crackers
Like socks and shoes
Like biscuits and gravy
Like parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Like R2D2 and C3PO
Like peanut butter and jelly.
It’s March. And it’s full of hysteria, insanity, and wall to wall basketball. And I love every minute of it.
Because in 49 states, it’s just a game. But this is Indiana. And we love our basketball. We love it so much that I think Thursday and Friday of opening weekend should be declared a state holiday. Shoot. Let’s make it a Federal holiday. I mean, come on, it’s not like anyone with a desk job is working when these games are on. So why not go ahead and give everyone those days off so we can celebrate the greatness of college basketball in March?
Come on. You know you like the idea. It fits. Like peanut butter and jelly. Then you we can watch basketball, basketball, and more basketball.
Well it’s taken almost 25 years, but I can finally say that I’ve watched another IU victory in person. The curse is finally broken!
Yesterday was a little bit of a crazy day in college hoops. North Carolina, Notre Dame, and Michigan – all teams that are ranked – lost games that they were “supposed” to win. 40-0 avenged their Super Bowl…I mean, NIT…loss to Robert Morris. It was clear that anything could happen yesterday. March Madness showed up in November, and it’s a reminder why I love college basketball – even though the foul calls might be bordering on ridiculousness.
Thanks again to Jason for setting us up with some fabulous tickets. I think it’s safe to say that we all had a great time. It kind of reignited my desire to see games live and in person. The college basketball atmosphere is pretty tough to beat. And it’s kind of addicting. I just hope I don’t have to wait another 25 years before being at a game where the Hoosiers win.
Come to think of it, I believe a new streak has started with this victory. The Hoosiers are probably going to start winning every time I’m there. So who wants to fund my trips to Assembly Hall this year to help make sure that Indiana wins all their home games? Any takers?
I didn’t think so. But it doesn’t hurt to ask. Right?
When I planned out my posts for the A to Z Challenge, I had a special post in mind for today’s entry. It was going to be all about how Indiana had returned to a Final Four in Atlanta and how this was so special because the program was recently in the deepest and darkest of valleys thanks to HeWhoShallNeverAgainBeNamedOnThisBlog. Now they were at the highest of mountains. That was what I was going to write.
I’m still watching the Final Four because it’s still the most wonderful time of the year. Louisville and Wichita State are playing right now and I’m a little bit torn. I feel bad for Kevin Ware. It would be a great story if the team could “Win for Kevin.” I think it would be an even more amazing story, however, if the Shockers shocked the world and beat the Cardinals. It would also be pretty cool to be able to say that the Aces swept this year’s national champion (or runner-up).
Who are you cheering for in this year’s Final Four? Who do you think will win the championship? Is it the same team you’re cheering for?
The coaches and media experts thought Gonzaga was the best team in the land at the end of the season… Wichita State and the tournament say otherwise…
Just a reminder that it’s kind of important to let the champion be decided on the field, not by computers or voters who really aren’t as informed as they like to pretend they are. Their pick just got beat in the second…er…third…I mean…the Round of 32.
I’m glad college football is finally making a change. It can’t come soon enough.
After last night’s bracket-busting loss, this post might be more like pouring salt in people’s wounds, but I haven’t been able to get this song out of my head all week. And I don’t care that it screwed up my bracket. I really didn’t think my Final Four picks would happen, but the dream was fun while it lasted.
I like to think that I had a hand in getting Stevie Shoot a Three-Pointer online for the world to hear online. At the end of a post where I discussed Knight throwing the chair and how they should name the bench after him, I asked this question:
On a somewhat related note, does anyone remember a song that was played on the radio during IU’s 1987 tournament run that had the line, “Come on, Bobby Knight, throw some chairs tonight. And Stevie, shoot a three-pointer!”? I’ve looked all over for a recording of that.
Spoon replied in the comments. He had a copy. A few days later, I discovered this….
You’re welcome, Internet.
Oh. And pay no attention to those timestamps that say my conversation with Spoon happened in 2010 and this video was posted in 2008. Don’t bother me with small details like that. 😉
We have a family tradition of the kids participating in a bracket challenge every year. I’ve tried to share their picks with y’all. This year’s no different. You might discover a little bit of a trend among the majority of the family. We aren’t biased.
Indiana defeats Louisville in the Championship Game
Indiana over Louisville for the National Championship
Oklahoma (which she pronounces “Obama”)
Montana has an amazing run and defeats St. Louis to win the National Championship by a score of 5-3.
I decided this year to just pick the Final Four that I’d like to see. I went with three teams with strong coaching connections to Indiana:
New Mexico (Steve Alford)
St. Louis (Jimmy Crews)
Kansas – I rounded it out with a team that IU should have beaten in the tournament 20 years ago. Revenge is a dish best served cold.
Or something like that.
The Championship Game ends with Indiana over St. Louis
I know. I’m biased. And that’s OK. Do I think this Final Four will happen? Probably not. Do I think it would be cool if it happened? Absolutely!
The Wall Street Journal has an interesting tool this year called the Blindfold Brackets. They take away the names of each team and have you pick based off of the team’s resume. I did it after doing my “real” bracket. The results were quite interesting. The Elite Eight is almost identical.
What are YOUR picks this year? Who are YOU rooting for?