I wanted to make sure EVERYBODY reads this. I am so proud of my alma mater! Get your hankies out!!!! (This article came from the Dayton Daily News - My folks were at the game and said there wasnt a dry eye in the place!)
Tom Archdeacon:
Two points bring tears of joy
Crowd goes crazy as Fairmont senior with Down syndrome sinks emotional basket
Sunday, February 18, 2007
KETTERING — In the past six weeks, I?ve covered the BCS national title game, the Super Bowl and a lot of college basketball games
None of them top what I witnessed Friday night at Fairmont High's Trent Arena.
Jeremy Finn, the Fairmont junior varsity basketball coach, put it best when he told his young players that the varsity game they were about to watch — Fairmont's 58-30 triumph over Springfield North in the regular-season finale — would be "a big night, a night about more than just basketball ... It's is a feel-good story that will stay with you forever."
In fact the story is good enough, said Fairmont coaches, that Saturday morning ESPN requested a tape of the previous night's events and the exploits of the game's star.
That would be Matty Kauffman, a chunky 5-foot senior with Down syndrome and an upbeat personality, who is not just the varsity manager, but as much the lifeblood of this Firebirds team as is its high-scoring star, Lamar Skeeter.
Friday night, thanks to Fairmont coach Hank Bias, North coach Eddie Ford and the players of both teams — who showed in the midst of battle there can also be a moment of brotherly love — Matty got into his first varsity game.
With the Fairmont crowd chanting his name for much of the fourth quarter, Matty finally hit the floor with 80 seconds left.
And with many of his teammates standing and cheering him from the sideline, he gathered in a pass on the right wing and drained a no-arc shot that put the arena into meltdown mode.
Coaches were in tears.
Family and fans soon stormed the court.
And in the middle of the celebration, Matty stood beaming, his clenched fists raised toward the rafters.
"Tonight I'm a basketball player," he said. "It feels good."
Patiently waiting for his turnt
With just over four minutes left in the fourth quarter, the chants began to fill Trent Arena:
"Mat-ty ... Mat-ty ... Mat-ty."
On the Fairmont bench, Matty was wearing a retro 00 jersey and a daylong smile that now bulged by an unfamiliar plastic mouthpiece, And his legs just wouldn't stopping jittering — he heard the cheers.
He looked toward the Firebirds' student section and gave his vocal supporters the thumbs-up sign, as if to say, "OK, I'm ready."
In truth, he was more than ready, and leaning over to Finn, who was sitting next to him, he said: "Coach, I can't stop my legs from shaking."
He handed Finn his wire rim glasses, and for the second time in the quarter, the coach handed them back: "Not yet, Matty."
It's understandable that Matty was raring to go. He'd been waiting for this moment for four years, ever since head coach Bias had made him the basketball manager, a job that soon grew into something so much bigger.
He has become the pal of the players, the animated motivator of the crowd and the coach's caring conscience. "Coach, you don't need to yell at them, you got to be nicer," he was known to innocently, but earnestly, whisper to Bias after a little locker room fire and brimstone. "And no cussing."
Nick Molz, one of the Firebirds' captains, told how Matty might call him the night before a game and give him a "little motivational speech" that he'd first written out on a note pad:
"Sometimes he gives a speech to the team before the game, too. Other times he'll draw some pictures or draw up a few plays for us. Matty does everything he can to help this team."
And Friday night — Senior Night, his last regular-season game ever — he hoped to do the ultimate. He wanted to help the Firebirds against Springfield North by actually playing.
Bias — who'd put Matty on his eligibility sheet at the start of the season just in case such a moment would arise — had talked to Ford about the idea in the past and by Thursday night Matty's fantasies were so fueled, he gave his folks, Tim and Deb Kauffman, special instructions before he went to bed:
"He wanted us to wake him up in the morning by introducing him," Tim laughed.
Deb nodded and in an announcer's voice intoned: "And now ... here he is ... senior Matt Kauffman!!!"
Matty has always given more than he's taken
Matty's first introduction to life was even more breathtaking. In fact, he wasn't breathing at all.
"His heart had just two chambers and a big hole in it, and when his breathing stopped, I had to undergo an emergency C section," Deb said. "Right from the start, Matt had to beat the odds."
By the time he was 8 months old, he'd had two open heart surgeries. At 5, he had a nonfunctioning kidney removed. To date he's had 14 surgeries on his ears.
Yet, Tim soon learned that instead of having a child born with less, he'd gotten a son who had so much more to offer:
"As Matt has grown up, he's the one who nurtures, who loves and helps us experience so much of what is right. He's got a heart of gold. If Deb and I would argue, he'd come up and go, "OK, group hug.' He makes everything better."
Four years ago, Bias must have sensed that when he met Matt — just transferred in from Beavercreek — and asked if he'd like to help with the basketball team.
"It's made him feel like he's part of something special," Deb said. "You don't know how much that means. No matter what the statistics say, we're very far from total integration of kids with disabilities. There's still a lot of prejudice. But what this team has done is just wonderful."
Bias, though, believes Matty is the giver more than the taker:
"Sure we're trying to win games, but there's a bigger picture here. You try to learn some life lessons along the way, too, and Matt has taught us all about human dignity and respect."
No matter what happens ... we love you
Although Matty's jersey and shorts weren't quite the same as his teammates, 6-foot-4 junior Drew Sawyer wanted to make sure he looked the part and gave him his warm-up jacket before the team left the locker room.
After escorting his parents and two younger brothers — Nicholas and Jackson — onto the court for Senior Night introductions, Matty went through pregame chest bumps with the starters and then took a seat next to Finn.
During the first timeout, he went through his regular routine — running along the stands beyond the baseline to slap the extended palms of the raucous Firebirds students. Then he high-stepped across each letter of the school name painted on the out of bounds strip. In unison, the crowd called out each lettered step: "F...A...I...R...M...O...N...T"
But by the fourth quarter, routine was replaced by palpable anticipation. As the chants grew louder, Matty told Finn: "I know what I have to do. Coach (Bias) told me I need to box out, have my hands up and rebound."
Finn grinned: "You got it Matty. You're ready."
And with 3:04 left, Bias called Matty, who jumped up, flipped his glasses to Finn and — in a move worthy of Clark Kent turning into Superman — made a beeline straight for the scorer's table.
As he came flying by, Bias snagged his arm. It wasn't time yet, he just wanted Matty next to him. And when Skeeter — who'd just scored 24 points — came out of the game, he headed straight to Matty, pulled their heads together and whispered some instruction.
"I told him to have fun," Skeeter said. "I said no matter what happens, we're all proud of you. We love you."
And with 1:20 left, Bias called time, wrapped his arm around Matty's shoulders and led him to the scorer.
The crowd and the players were chanting Matty's name and when the Firebirds brought the ball down the court, the pass went to Matty on the wing.
The North defenders backed off a step and Matty let loose with a shot that missed.
Fairmont rebounded, got the ball back to him and he missed again. But on the third attempt — with 56.4 seconds left — Matty sent a laser shot to the hoop that was perfect.
The place went nuts.
Bias was in tears on the bench. So was Finn.
And when the final buzzer sounded, when Fairmont had won 58-30, the crowd poured onto the court and engulfed Matty.
From the top of the stands, Deb came barreling down the stairs in four-inch heels, tears flowing. Tim's eyes were brimming, too: "This is the happiest day of my life. This is what makes parenting all worth it. To see your son exonerated by everyone, to see him praised by everyone is tremendous."
Eventually Bias took Matty to the dressing room of the North team that had just finished its regular season 0-18. After the rough year, he knew the players didn't have to show the compassion they had and he wanted them to know what they'd done:
"I'll never forget, Matty never will, none of us will. What you guys did tonight was ... was Christ-like. You and your coach are class acts. Thank you very much."
Back in the Firebirds quarters, Matty tried to come to grips with what just had happened:
"I'm just happy we won 'cause we needed this ... I was a little nervous ... I'd never played basketball until I did today, but I think I did my best ... And that shot, I think it was sooo good."
Molz grinned: "It was the best. ... For all of us, this was a once in a lifetime experience. Tonight, we were part of something special."
FORWARD THIS ON!
Ok - Below is Jess (the blonde) and her co worker singing something from Journey. Dont stop belivin' Maybe? I cant remember. (see reference to draft beer above) Ok - for all you people who have scrapbooked with me - I have a confession. You know all the signs and lettering you're all making me do? Well, I lack artistic integrity. I totally ripped it off from Jessica. She lived on the second floor of Jeff Hall at OU (ang and I were on the third) and she always made these awesome signs for everyone. And I started doing it too. Invested in some crayola markers and went crazy. The important thing is that Im not afraid to admit it. And I confessed it to Jessica this weekend. She didnt seemed to bothered by it. Anyhoo - Thats her below:
Id like to take a moment to make a public apology to not only all the people in the bar, but to Stevie wonder himself, for my horrendus, not-drunk-enough-to sound-ok rendition of "Yester-me, Yester-you, Yester-day"...I am NOT KIDDING. I sound GREAT when I sing this by myself with the volume all the way up.
This is Greg - he got me all excited that he was going to sing, oh geez...I cant remember...Raindrops keep falling on my head maybe? I was really excited to hear it but obviously not excited enough to remember exactly what it was. All in all it was a good night, but I woke up the next morning and was WORTHLESS and slept most of the day. Im worried. This weekend is the Dayton Rugby Fish Fry, and I usually find myself in rare form in these $10 all you can drink nights. Wish me luck.
What is the DEAL with people driving in the snow??? Seriously!! I guess that becuase we dont get the kind of snow, say, Buffalo gets and we all dont have chains on our tires, but give me a break people! There was only about 1.5" of snow on the ground....perfectly acceptable for AT LEAST 15 mph if you're being careful and paying attention. There is NO REASON for this 2 mph Bull$hit!!!! and then of course you get stuck on a hill becuase the dude in front of you isnt going fast enough to make it up. Im happy though that we're out of our old apartment in Blue Ash...that drive up could get really bad.
