
To preface this story I wrote after traveling to the NCAA tourney with the Memphis Pep Band:
I was born amidst the 1988 NCAA tournament, won by a Larry Brown coached 6-seed Kansas team. It was Brown's fifth year as head Jayhawk. 20 years later, I watched the Tigers fall to KU in the national championship game. The Jayhawks were led by head coach Bill Self, who also happened to be in his fifth year at KU. Notice any similarities between Kansas' 2008 star player Brandon Rush and their 1988 star Danny Manning? Coincidence? I think not. I believe the stars aligned and I am forever connected with march madness in a deep, mystical way. I have more proof, but I don't want to get into that right now. Read and enjoy.
It happens once every year: something sweeps the country. From big cities to small towns, it becomes the focus of the media, the public, and even, if just for a few minutes, the president. For one month, Greg Gumbel is the most watched man on television. It is March Madness.
March madness is caused by the NCAA men’s division I basketball tournament, which occurs every March, as 65 teams fight to be called national champions. March madness is the stage where David meets Goliath, dreams meet reality, and the unbelievable happens on national television. For many, this month-long obsession with college basketball is spent in front of the TV. For others, including myself, March is spent on the road, following their respective team to tournament sites around the country until the season ends with a loss or a championship. As a member of the University of Memphis pep band, I followed the Tigers on their 2009 NCAA tournament run and will highlight the madness that ensued.
The first stop on the Tigers journey was Kansas City, MO. The city’s streets were littered with school colors of the eight teams in town. Fans from Memphis, Maryland, Clemson, Michigan, Oklahoma, Morgan State, California, and even Cal State Northridge, represented by about 100 diehard fans, made the trip to Kansas City.
Memphis fan Don Klotwog explained in one word what drives fans like himself to attend to these games.
“Priorities,” he said.
Memphis’ first game was Thursday morning against the aforementioned Matadors of Cal State Northridge. The day began with pep rallies by both schools in the elaborate fan area set up in front of the Sprint Center, the site of all the games, located in the Power and Light district of Kansas City. A massive high-definition screen hung above a stage and small basketball court set up for the weekend’s activities. Fans filled all vacant spaces in the area, lining staircases and perching on balconies adjacent to the rally site. Cal State Northridge held their pep rally first, surrounded by a sea of Memphis fans waiting for their rally to begin. Of the 20 fans in attendance for Northridge, one man exemplified March madness. For the entire 30-minute pep rally, this 30 year-old man, clad in a Cal State Northridge jersey, cheered, yelled, and screamed incessantly. The Memphis pep rally followed and hundreds of Tiger fans, including myself, tried to match this man’s vocal display. I would argue that he won.
After the pep rally, myself, the rest of the band, the cheerleaders, and mascot entered the Sprint Center for the game. Here the madness appeared again. As the heavily favored Tigers struggled and the Matadors took the lead, the Cal State fan base began growing. The 100 Cal State faithful had multiplied into thousands and grew louder with each basket. When the Matadors scored to go ahead 62-56 with 10:12 seconds remaining in the second half, a deafening roar filled the nearly sold out 18,000 seat arena. The allure of the underdog had overtaken the crowd and Tiger nation was left in stunned silence. Thanks in large to part to Roburt Sallie’s 35-point performance, the Tigers rallied from behind to win 81-70, despite the forces working against them. March madness had nearly claimed the Tigers as its victim.
The Tigers faced their next opponent, Maryland, on Saturday. Game day started again with a pep rally in the same location. The sea of Memphis blue filled the venue and announced their presence with raucous cheering and renewed enthusiasm. After the team’s poor showing on Thursday, some Tiger fans looked to superstition to solve the team’s woes.
“It was those shirts they gave out,” said Memphis fan Johnnie Rainey, referring to shirts passed out before the last game. “They were bad luck.”
With bad luck out of the way, the Tigers rolled over Maryland 89-70 and the madness continued for the University of Memphis.
Next up for the Tigers was Glendale, AZ, and a game against Missouri. The team, band, cheer, alumni, and some university staff arrived in Arizona via charter jet Tuesday evening. As Wednesday progressed, more and more fans arrived and excitement began to build. Thursday, the madness hoopla began with another pep rally. This rally, however, seemed subdued. It was held in a ballroom at a hotel close to the stadium where the game would be played. The room was dark and, despite all the blue and white paraphernalia adorning the tables and walls, somewhat ominous. I couldn’t help but ask myself if this was a sign. Was this the madness signaling the end of the road for Memphis?
University of Phoenix Stadium was buzzing after Connecticut held off Purdue in the first game of the evening. The 20,101 in attendance stayed abuzz throughout Memphis and Missouri’s warm-ups. Shortly after 6:37 local time, the game tipped off. Momentum slowly shifted to Missouri throughout the first half, culminating with Marcus Denmon sinking a 65-foot prayer as time expired to give Missouri a 51-36 halftime lead.
At this moment, fellow band member Randy Ballard looked at me and uttered two fateful words.
“It’s over,” he said.
Missouri defeated Memphis 102-91, holding off a second half Memphis comeback.
The madness had ended for the Tigers and me. We returned to the bluff city, a citywide feeling of devastation in the air. The journey was over and March madness had left Memphis. However, 11 months from now, the buzz will return as madness sweeps the nation once more.


