Jamie_Yaman -
What It Is Like To Play in an NCAA Championship Game
After we beat Maryland in the Final Four, we were flying high.
The next day is one that I wish I could live over and over again. My plans to sleep late that morning was spoiled when I woke up early to thoughts racing through my head: thoughts of pride, thoughts of humility, and thoughts of Virginia. Although I was very sore from the Maryland game, I was happier than I had ever been.
We practiced later in the day in helmet and gloves (instead of full pads) on the Philadelphia Eagles practice field. It was pretty surreal knowing that it was our last practice. We walked through our defensive schemes, and walked through our offensive sets and set plays that we would run in Monday's game.
I can remember playing catch with one of my best friends on the team, Andrew Recchionne and thinking that this time tomorrow we would be playing in the National Championship. Every one on the entire team was in great spirits and we had lots of laughs. Basically practice was relaxed.
Immediately after we practiced...
we all boarded the bus and headed over to the stadium. We were put in the press conference room and watched the Division Three game on the television. Coach told us that we could not go out on the field because is was so hot that he wanted us off our feet.
When the Division Three game went into overtime, we were all taken to a part of the stadium where they had tables set up for us to sign autographs. When I was told we were going to sign autographs, I thought that we would all stand around and a few kids would come up to us.
When I arrived at the section where the tables were set up, I noticed an enormous line; I would say that there were probably 800 to 1000 people in line already. I could not believe it, I felt so humble and at that time I knew that UMass lacrosse was now officially on the map.
We signed autographs for about an hour, kids asked for their shirts to be signed, sticks, gloves, hats, posters, tickets, and anything they had on them we signed. There were so many people that we had to leave before everyone got an autograph so we just walked by the line and signed our names as we went. Everyone was on such a high when we left and seeing the looks on the kids' faces was something that I know I will never forget.
I was happy to make them happy. I not only wanted to sign autographs, I also wanted to play catch with them, give them a few tips, and hang out with everyone. They were so supportive of UMass lacrosse. They appreciated us and we appreciated them. It was a really good relationship that the players built with the fans, we will not soon forget them.
That evening we all met in coach's hotel room, like we do the night before every away game. Luckily, this room was large enough that we could all sit somewhat comfortably, instead of the usual hotel rooms where we would have to sit eight to nine people on each bed, and everyone else would be forced to sit hip to hip covering the entire floor. Even though these are crowded meetings, I always enjoyed them. This one was special because of where we were and what we were about to do. The feeling and emotions that gradually built throughout was something very special.
To be honest, I can't remember what the coaches said the entire meeting because I had something that I was planning to say. I repeated it in my head over and over, and knew that I didn't want to mess this one up. I rarely talk in these meetings as it's usually reserved for the coaches, captains and other seniors that enjoy speaking and motivating the team. But I knew that what I had to say was important to me, and soon would be important to the team. Earlier in the week I found a quote that Coach Garber, the founder of the UMass program, had said. The quote reinforced the attitude that UMass lacrosse is built on, and one that I hold close to my heart. It was: "Remember why you play, instead of worrying about how you are going to play." I went on "You play to have fun as a group dealing with the challenge of the opportunity and to take responsibility for your game individually and collectively."
Along with the quote, I said a few other things that I thought the team should hear. I'm happy I did this and thankfully--probably because I rehearsed it in my head hundreds of times before the meeting--I was able to say what I needed to say without stuttering or aimlessly rambling. After the meeting ended, I returned to my room and prepared myself for what was to be one of the greatest days of my life.
The next morning we all ate as a team for the last time. Nobody said much during the breakfast and the room was filled with great intensity and a sense of urgency. We were about to get our chance, though it was a chance that no one thought we would have had. Frankly, we did not care what other people thought too much. We already achieved a position that no one ever thought we could attain. We loved the roll we were in, relished in it in fact, and would have taken it no other way.
On Monday, the team boarded the bus to drive down to the stadium, and I can remember being one of the last guys to get on. I looked down the isle of the bus at every player. I thought about how we had all come to UMass as individuals, young men with individual dreams, and that now we were a family, brothers with a common cause. This cause--a Championship--was starring us directly in the eye.
Before the game began, I can remember walking out onto the field and looking at my surroundings. I was getting a little more comfortable being in a huge stadium. Fans slowly entered the stadium and filled the seats and my lacrosse career had come full circle. As a young boy I had watched games in person and on television, constantly falling in love with the sport of lacrosse on a daily basis. And now as young man I was on my field of dreams, continuing the lacrosse legacy.
When the game started, Virginia came out to an early lead, but this did not bother us because we had come from behind a lot this year, especially in the playoffs. We fought back during the first half and went into the locker room down one.
Our confidence was evident; we were playing loose and without anything to lose. I can remember one possession in the first half where I suddenly felt an enormous boost of confidence and adrenaline. I took a pass, made a few moves, and dumped it down on the crease to a wide-open attack man who finished the ball right in front of the goal. I came off the field and looked to my teammates and told them we can beat these guys, if any team in the country can do, it is us.
The crowd, as if sensing our confidence, began to feed off it, and with each goal that was scored and each save that we made the crowd grew louder and louder.
When we came out in the third quarter, we sustained our level of play,
Getting knocked down but refusing to stay down. We were used to bouncing back up and continuing to fight back.
Midway through the third quarter I made a cut to the crease, one that I had done every day in practice, and countless times in games. My defender lost me in the play of game, and I was fortunate enough that our attackman was able to get me the ball. I made a few quick fakes and buried the ball in the back on the net. Scoring a goal in a Championship game is a dream come true in some ways, but all I could think about was that we were now only down one goal to a team that nobody gave us a chance against.
Like any good team though, Virginia found a way to go on a run, a run that would eventually cut our dreams just one step short. They pulled away and won.
As the clock ticked down to zero, their celebration began. We had lost in the National Championship game. Nobody was happy to lose, and nobody was just content for being there. But we couldn't help but feel that we accomplished something great.
When we were handed our second place trophy, coach told us to run over to our fans across the field. We did, and raised the trophy in the air for them to see. And as they applauded us I began to realize that this would by my last time wearing the UMass jersey that I had spent the last four year of my life in. I had learned that the name on the front of my chest meant much more then the name on the back.
I was handed the trophy shortly there after the team had raised it to the fans, and we began to walk back across the field to our bench. I lagged behind the team, carrying the trophy and staring misty eyed at the hardware in my hand. Some of the guys came up next to me, said a few words and went on their way. As we gathered our equipment to exit the field for the last time I slowed my pace just a little and I took a look around the field just one more time. Underneath my arm I held something that meant so much to me, to my teammates, to my coaches, and to every man that ever put on a UMass jersey.
We, as a team and as a program, took the next step. We had gone somewhere and done something that no other UMass lacrosse team had ever done before. We had gained the respect of thousands, not only for playing in the Final Four, by doing so with such heart, and a great sense of pride. And for me, even though we did not win, I can say that my dream was lived.
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Jamie Yaman is from Homer, New York and graduated from the University of Massachusetts this past May. UMass teams that Jamie played on advanced to the NCAA playoffs in three of the four years that he was on the team, making the quarterfinals twice and the Championship game once. The 16 goals that he scored his senior year were sixth on a UMass team that finished second in the country. Jamie was also named an NEILA Scholar-Athlete.
-Editor
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Photos courtesy of the University of Massachusetts.