It's amazing how one small victory can cause a stirring deep inside one's soul. A minor triumph, a quickening of the heart, a spring in the step, a pride in the play, a confidence in one's actions, a motivation for others... success. Down by one goal with 10 minutes left in the 2nd half, our soccer team suddenly found its second wind. One goal tied it up. The momentum began. The cheering from the sidelines, the rallying of the players, the other team getting scared. I knew it was looking good when the opposing team called all of its players to drop back and play defense. We had them on the run. Momentum. Suddenly, we had the energy to keep going, to keep pounding. And we won! Our last game of the season, but we won! One little nick in the win column. That's all I asked for. And it felt good.
Momentum. That's what it takes. And it's what USC was lacking last night when they basically handed Texas a victory. Sure, Texas earned much of it. But whatever they didn't earn, USC handed to them on a platter. After 34 games and a month off, they lacked the momentum to keep it going. And their fans in the stadium lacked the momentum. Where was the verbal protest that might have created enough stir to pump up the team and the coach to check the Replay? Stunned silent. Not momentum-driven. I was stunned silent last night, too, after the game, dumbfounded by that effort. That's not the #1 team kind of play. That's the USC team that played when I went to school there. Disappointing, truly disappointing.
That said, I hope our soccer team signs up for season 2 indoor, so we can keep the momentum going before the outdoor season starts. It feels good to ride that momentum wave.