We've seen it all before. There comes that moment where the little guy, the less superior team or person takes down the one that has haunted them time and time again. Everybody in America loves a true underdog, the less skilled and they love to see the dominant force collapse. Well this past weekend, a moment took place that will forever go down in history as one of the greatest upsets of all time. A man who has been haunted by another year after year finally dethroned the king of the castle. But it did not come easy. It was a Friday night and it was a team competition, these two men Jim and Ryan, both exceptional at their sport went up against the "evil empire" of "this kid" and Conrad. The games consisted of multiple events and Team Jim and Ryan dominated throughout the entire night, but the "evil empire" hung around and stayed close behind. In the last event, Jim and Ryan held onto the close lead and the promise land was in sight. But for those of you who are unfamiliar with Ryan, he is a choke artist. He can't finish games. He's not a closer. He starts off hot and then blows leads like its his job. He once played a game of NHL 12 and jumped out to a 5-0 lead and ended losing that game 8-6, giving up 6 goals in the 3rd period. So what do you think happened? He let Jim down. He "Bucknered"the last event. He choked. He blew the 8 1/2 game lead on the Rays, he went 18-1. The evil empire capitalized on Ryan's inability to finish off the victory and they marched off with the victory. Dreams were shattered. The game was their for the taking. The gold medal was there and it all came crashing down. That night, as Ryan's head hit the pillow he knew that day after would be different. After a night of dancing to Backstreet Boys at some clubs, he knew it was going to be different tomorrow. He had this feeling. This feeling was one of hope and motivation. He had let Jim down, he had let all the glory slide away. 8pm the next day rolled around and it was game time. Ryan showered up, put on his lucky hat and proceeded to the gridiron. He observed that "this kid" was running through his competition with no problems. He wasn't even sweating. His release of the ball, his form, his focus was all perfect. Ryan knew that the night ahead of him was going to be a long and hard one and defeat seemed to be in the forecast. However, the playlist on the iPod playing was absolutely just killing it. Ryan was jamming, he was feeling the flow, he was ready to send the ball back to his home (Happy Gilmore). His name rang and Ryan was up, it was his turn against "the kid" who had humiliated him for years and had destroyed his weekends. "NOT TONIGHT," Ryan thought to himself. And the game was on. Best 2 out of 3.
Game 1: Ryan wins handily. Beating "the kid" by 2.
Game 2: "The kid" dominates every aspect of the game
It all seemed too familiar to Ryan. The promise land in sight, the trophy near his grasp and all he had to do was win one more game. But yet, that's all he had to do the night before and he choked. He had choked all along. He could never get it done. CHOKE CHOKE CHOKE. That's all he had been known for. In a clutch situation you'd be better off giving a blind person the ball than give it to Ryan. But not tonight, this was HIS time.
Game 3: It was down to the final cup for each player. "The kid" had missed both of his and now it was up to Ryan. He gripped the balls tight and released. BANG on the first. And now the second for the victory...BANG. It was over. The monkey was off his back. It was over. Now you are all probably wondering who "this kid" is. His name is Wamberg. He likes to call himself "Da Berg." For years, Ryan couldn't get to him, couldn't conquer him. Well I got one message for you Bergy...
"I climbed the Berg and slipped a few times. But I never fell into the water below. When there seemed to be no step, I created one. I made one. I made my way to the top. I persevered. You are no longer "Da Berg" you are just one of the many "bergs" (no capitalization) that float in the cold waters today. It's over sweetheart. Hope you enjoyed your run."
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