Any sports fan has dreamed about being the one at the plate in the bottom of the ninth with the bases loaded and their team down by three runs in Game 7 of the World Series. Two outs. Full count.
We’ve all dreamed of fourth-and-goal at the 1-yard-line, down by 4 points, 1 second left on the clock, and breaking the huddle as the quarterback.
We’ve all mimicked the pull-up jumper at the local Y or our driveway court, counting down out loud: 3 … he dribbles, 2 … he stops, 1 … he shoots, buzzer … they win!
We’ve all done it.
How many times have we actually hit the ball, scored the touchdown or made the shot?
In our minds, every single time. Right?
It’s just what we do. We’re always the hero, the winner, in our dreams. We never strike out or get stuffed behind the line of scrimmage or air ball that shot. But what else do we dream about when it comes to sports? What else would we want to do, given the chance?
What bucket-list items would we like to cross off when it comes to the games and sports we love to watch, talk and dream about?
Well, I’ve got a few …
Make an 8-foot birdie putt on No. 18 on Sunday at Augusta to win the green jacket.
Dunk a basketball … heck, I’d even settle for making a layup.
Shoot a T-shirt cannon.
Catch one of those Chick-fil-A cows they drop from the rafters at games in the Georgia Dome.
Jump the Veteran’s Stadium pitcher’s mound on a three-wheeler dressed as the Philly Phanatic.
Stare down Nolan Ryan in his prime … from waaaaaayyyy back in the batter’s box.
Fair catch a punt at Soldier Field.
A trip down Bernie’s Slide at Miller Park in Milwaukee.
Throw an octopus on the ice at a Detroit Red Wings game.
Take a Lambeau Leap.
Drive a Zamboni.
Play Bethpage Black.
Kiss the bricks at Indianapolis Motor Speedway.
Receive an oversized winner’s check.
Stand at the finish line at all three Triple Crown horse racing tracks.
Have a winning ticket at any of the three Triple Crown tracks.
Sing “Take Me Out To The Ball Game” at Wrigley Field during the seventh-inning stretch with a Budweiser in my hand.
Yell “Drivers, start your engines” before the Daytona 500.
Sing the national anthem before the Super Bowl (and take the over).
Compete in the Dr. Pepper Challenge at halftime of a college football game, throwing footballs into an oversized can from 10 yards away. I’d opt to pitch it in … just sayin’.
Ride in the draft of cars at Talladega Superspeedway with 10 laps to go.
Catch a pass from Brett Favre in his prime.
Have a day with the Stanley Cup.
Wear my Masters green jacket (you know, the one I won for making that 8-foot putt) to my 25-year high school reunion.