Remember those days? Feels like yesterday. Waiting on Selection Sunday, not worried if we were in, but where we were seated. Then listening to the analysts say, no matter where we were seated or who we were playing, “ “Temple will be a tough out”,”I sure wouldn’t want to play them”. “John Chaney and that matchup zone is a nightmare”. And they were right, we would watch our owls win and win, often upsetting a higher seed. Even though we never made it to a final four we played well and usually would end up getting beat by a better team, usually. I feel bad for the younger guys on the board that never experienced first hand, how truly great, how special, we were.
Am I living in the past, you bet. Unfortunately with Temple Basketball, that’s what I have. How the mighty have fallen. I long for those days. Let’s hope one day, hopefully sooner than later we will be watching a Selection Sunday, not hoping, but knowing we are in.
Am I living in the past, you bet. Unfortunately with Temple Basketball, that’s what I have. How the mighty have fallen. I long for those days. Let’s hope one day, hopefully sooner than later we will be watching a Selection Sunday, not hoping, but knowing we are in.
