Luke Graham: Don’t hate, celebrate
October 30, 2006
After covering and watching 10 hours of volleyball on Saturday I just felt like celebrating.
It helped that Halloween was here and I have the most wicked cool costume ever (a handmade Rubick’s cube outfit), but after watching six volleyball teams do different and unique types of celebrations after every point – whether they scored it or gave it up – I started thinking about on-the-field celebrating.
My favorite from the tournament had to have come from the Mullen team. After they scored a point all the girls would come together in a circle and do a quasi river dance. It was a thing of beauty. The worst came from Rock Canyon who just kind of flailed around and clapped. I wanted to give them my Aretha Franklin CD so they could get a little soul.
Football has given us probably the most memorable celebrations. T.O. and the Sharpie. Joe Horn and the cell phone. Those were OK, but my personal favorite has to be when someone scores and then in one motion yells and fires the ball 45 rows up in the crowd. I think when my column starts winning awards I’m going to get all geeked up and fire a pencil a couple of cubicles over.
Saturday also gave us the best celebratory moments in sports. After Oregon State shocked Southern Cal, the students rushed the field. They Franced out and didn’t rip down the goal posts but it was still pretty cool. This is my favorite celebratory thing to do. I’ve been a part of rushing the field when it’s necessary, (CU drubbing No. 1 Nebraska 62-36 in 2001) and when it’s not (CU beating Iowa State in 2004 to wrap up the vaunted Big 12 North title). Whenever I see any team’s fans rush the field I get giddy.
Some of my favorites include Iowa rushing the field after they beat Minnesota in 2002. The thing was, Iowa was playing at Minnesota. What better way than to stick it to your opponents fans, than ripping down the goal posts in their house. That moment got me really excited.
Really, the feeling of rushing the field or watching people rush the field is like finding out you have superpowers.
Schools and leagues look down on on-the-field celebrating from fans and players. I call shenanigans. Whether it’s from high school volleyball, professional football or 50,000 screaming fans, on-the-field celebrating ranks just behind winning the lottery or finding out Alyssa Milano has a thing for you.
Besides, why hate when you can celebrate.