Anyway, I say all that because it culminated in our team being down by one point with seven seconds left, playing in front of our home crowd. We just happened to be hosting districts that year. And all their team’s at the free-throw line. Really good free-throw shooter at the line. Misses a second free throw. And we have no time outs left. So a kid that I’ve been coaching since 8th grade — when he showed up to tryouts wearing football gloves for basketball tryouts — he grabs the rebound, and he runs the length of the floor and he fires up like this desperation 3-pointer with four seconds left or so. He’s a good 3-point shooter, but he’s panicking, so he fires it up from like 25 to 27 feet away. It hits the backboard and hits our really soft rims, which are great for shooters roles, but backboard, soft rim, rattles around, and pops out. And right on the spot, from about eight to ten feet away, super awkward place to tip a basketball, one of his teammates, one of my former players — or I guess I was coaching them that year too — jumps up from about eight feet away, grabs the basketball and shoots this really tough in between tip-in shot at the buzzer, and it drops. And the very first thing I do is I look at the referee for clarification ’cause I can’t believe what I’m watching, and he’s making the motion that, that the shot counts. And the minute I saw the referee who was standing right next to me, make that motion, I sprinted onto the floor. And I remember having this, like, for like three tenths of the second, I remember thinking, like, “Is the rest of this gym crazy? Like don’t they know what they just saw? Why am I the only one running onto the court right now?” And literally like a split second later, everyone else comes piling on the court behind me to celebrate this incredible upset win.