“One Shining Moment” (Part 1 of our three-part “March Madness” series)

“The ball is tipped, and there you are.  You’re running for your life.  You’re a shooting star.” – David Barrett

Hello, March my old friend!  How I love you so every 334 days when you come roaring in like a lion.  I love your cool winds, your lavish green Irish celebrations, and the days that mark my wedding anniversary, my dad’s birthday, and my birthday.  

And I love all of your days and nights filled with college basketball.  I believe some refer to it as “March Madness.”  For me, it’s simply round-ball therapy at its finest.  It helps to restore my sanity from any wayward madness that might accompany me in my professional or personal life.  The bouncing of the ball, the squeaking of the shoes, and the pageantry of it all feed calmness into my soul.  You didn’t know that a silly little game could be so therapeutic for some people did you?  

March is indeed a special month for me.  My father was a basketball coach for over 30 years, so I practically grew up on the hardwood with a ball in hand.  I was engrained with valuable lessons, and I made lifelong friends.  I learned how to listen, how to take instruction and how to handle constructive criticism.  I learned about sacrifice and discipline.  I learned how to work within the context of a team concept, and that the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.  I learned about communicating and supporting others, about pride and humility.  I learned how to graciously accept defeat and to be humble in victory.  These are lessons that I still use every moment of every day in my job as your favorite community banker at First National Bank of NWA.  Did I mention humbleness?      

For those of you that know of my affinity for all things 80’s, one more reason that I love that magical decade is that the single greatest sports anthem of all-time was born in 1986 by an Emmy award-winning Michigan man named David Barrett.  The first few lines of this masterpiece begin this post. Originally scheduled for use after the Super Bowl in January 1987, CBS ran out of time and decided to use his song “One Shining Moment” after the NCAA national championship game between Indiana and Syracuse instead.  

Mr. Barrett has solidified himself in collegiate roundball lore.  Though there have been different singers and versions through the years (Luther Vandross, Jennifer Hudson, and Teddy Pendergrass), it is David’s lyrics and melody that has stood the test of time thirty-one years later as the anthem and highlight video will once again conclude the college basketball season late on the night of Monday, April 3rd.  Fans and players and coaches in attendance and across the country will stop their celebration for three minutes and enjoy the short montage that has become college basketball tradition. 

But before that beloved tradition takes place we have brackets to fill out and predictions to make.  March is just beginning!  There are office pools to enter and discussions about players, teams, mascots, and jersey colors to be had.  I hope you join me on this three-part journey this month as we talk banking at First National Bank of NWA and we talk about bank shots and buzzer-beaters.  This might be your time to join the FNBNWA team, and we would love that.  This could also be your year to win that elusive office or family pool that you’ve never won and claim bragging rights until next March.  Yes, I love March.  I even love saying the word “March.” 

Good luck filling out your bracket, and just remember that this month could be your one shining moment.          

IMG_8660Kyle Kerwin, his wife Rebekah, and their daughter Caroline have called NW Arkansas home since 2001.  He is a front runner so you will find him cheering for the Razorbacks, OU Sooners, and OSU Cowboys at various times throughout the year depending upon how they’re doing.  Kyle enjoys playing golf, reading, writing, watching sports, and he and his family are active members of Keypoint Church.  Kyle’s collegiate basketball career at St. Gregory’s College in Shawnee, Oklahoma, and at Northeastern State University in Tahlequah gets better with every passing year as his memory tells him he was way better than he actually was.