Once in a lifetime

In my work for this Web site, the Orlando Sentinel and everywhere I’ve written for over the past few years, I’ve done everything in my power to stay completely balanced and put aside the fan in me while at work. And on the outside last night, it probably appeared that Orlando’s victory over Cleveland didn’t have much of an effect on me. I held back smiles, threw no fist pumps and didn’t exchange any high-fives. But – make no mistake – on the inside I was going absolutely nuts. It was complete jubilation. My heart raced, my jaw muscles flexed upward, and my eyes were wider than Dwight Howard’s shoulders. And as I walked on to the court to get closer to Orlando’s coronation, I couldn’t help but turn back into the younger version of me, the 7-year-old who saw the Orlando Magic earn their last trip to the NBA Finals in 1995. At that moment it hit me – I was standing at center court as my lifelong favorite team enjoyed the biggest moment in team history. Players hugged coaches, ball-boys hugged suits, Stan Van Gundy smiled from ear to ear. Sure, it’s just a basketball game, but that’s what life is all about – completely throwing yourself into something and uniting with your fellow human beings in the pursuit of an ultimate goal. And when you achieve that goal, there is no greater feeling. If I keep working in this business, I sincerely hope that feeling never goes away. Some co-workers might not like what I’m writing, but I don’t care. That was one of the best moments of my life and it’s something I will never forget (at least until the NBA Finals celebration). I pulled out my phone and snapped some pictures. No photo will do justice of how I felt at that time, but these quick shots may give you a quick representation. Those shots are after the jump.

Philip Rossman-Reich

About Philip Rossman-Reich

Philip Rossman-Reich is the managing editor for Crossover Chronicles and Orlando Magic Daily. You can follow him on twitter @OMagicDaily

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