Some call it “The Miracle at Maples”; others, simply “The Shot.” But when Nick Robinson ’04 M.A. ’05 sunk a 35-foot runner as time expired to give No. 2 Stanford an 80-77 win against No. 12 Arizona — sending Musburger and Vitale into hysterics, the Sixth Man Club onto the Maples Pavilion hardwood and the Cardinal to a 20-0 record — there were, in truth, no words to describe what had just happened. Ten years to the day after Robinson’s iconic shot, that has changed.
Sixth Man Club
Just last week, I stumbled across a YouTube video of Matt Lottich’s dad cheering on his son at the 2004 Stanford-Arizona game. The clip was only half a minute long, but just five seconds in, something caught my eye in the background: a little kid jumping up to scream about some bad call. Then I looked closer. The little kid was me.
So close, yet so far. The Stanford men’s basketball team battled wire-to-wire with the best team in the country, the No. 1 Arizona Wildcats (21-0, 8-0 Pac-12), on Wednesday night, but fell just short, 60-57. With the win, Arizona extended its school-record winning streak to 21 games.
When the Stanford men’s basketball team hosts the top-ranked and undefeated Arizona Wildcats tonight at 6 p.m. at Maples Pavilion, the Cardinal (13-6, 4-3 Pac-12)… Continue Reading »
For those of you who have never received an e-mail blast from me, I am the President of the 6th Man Committee. Yesterday I was unsurprised to see an opinion written by a fellow student under the title “It’s all fun and games…until you call it a Fiesta.” The op-ed was critical of the 6th Man Club’s upcoming “Fiesta Night,” labeling it as “insensitive.” While I would like to personally apologize for offending anyone, I think the message behind the event is being lost and I disagree with the stance that we should prevent events like this at Stanford.
I opened my email Tuesday and read “Fiesta at Men’s Basketball.” My gut instinct told me to ignore the email, or delete it, but I gave it the benefit of the doubt, and opened it anyway. Was I surprised by what I saw? Not really, but I was definitely disappointed. Of course the Sixth Man Club would be hosting a taco bar, and they would be handing out free sombreros before the basketball game — what else could “fiesta” mean?
This may or may not be my last column for The Daily. I may be writing one next week for the Dead Week issue, and I am co-terming next year, so maybe I will write then, but just in case, I’m going to write this pseudo-farewell column recapping my favorite sports moments at Stanford.