I Miss Him. Every Game.

I never expected to lose with him on the court. In any game and in every game; I expected victory and nothing less. This was a virgin feeling I had about one player in a team game. Of course, baseball would the exception to the rule. In 1992 and 1993, if we were leading late in the game, then defeat was close to impossible because or relief pitching was so dominant. However, if we trailed in the last few innings, one of our players would get that clutch hit. After all, the memory which supersedes all others was "The Clutch Hit" for everyone who witnessed it.

However, this was different; this was basketball. Never did we have a superstar to take over games, and we never thought of missing the playoffs with such a superstar. What did we call this feeling; Confidence, arrogance, pride? No, we called it Vinsanity.

I miss feeling that way. I miss having legitimate reasons to watch ESPN Classic to relive those great moments when he would make that game-winning shot. I miss having confidence in my basketball team. I miss having a reason to watch the game. I miss having no worries about the opponent my team would play against (unless it was Jordan's Bulls)...no, wait, that's not it at all. There is one thing I miss more than all of those put together:

I miss Vince Carter.