Growing up, every sports fan dreams of doing what Kris Jenkins did Monday night against UNC to win the National Championship.

With time running down and the game tied or your team losing the ball finds it way into your hands.

As the clock continues to tick down you jump, shoot and swish. Ball game.Your team wins. Your teammates rush the court and pile on you.

I cannot tell you how many times I have taken that shot in my front yard. As the star player on the team I had chosen that day I had no choice but to be the hero.

Air Airman was defending, but he stood no chance because this was my moment and nothing, not even my invisible opponent could stop me.

It is not only limited to winning shots either. I hit countless World Series winning home runs in my front lawn growing up (usually with a tennis ball, safety first) and threw countless Super Bowl winning touchdown passes (back when kids used to play outside).

Watching Jenkins and his teammates celebrate Monday night I can only imagine that he was remembering all the same things. Those time he had practiced that moment.

Whether in a high school gym, a city park or an old hoop in his front yard, those moments of play came true.

As the clock ticked toward zero and his teammate threw him the ball there was no hesitation.

He’d been preparing for that moment his entire life. Jump, shoot, swish!! Ball game!

His team won.