In March of 2008, red and white clad warriors took the court in Raleigh, North Carolina, led by a gun slinging deadeye and a wizard at the point. Stephen Curry, Jason Richards, and the Davidson Wildcats were a relative unknown across the nation, lurking in the shadows cast by the leviathan programs that inhabited a stretch of North Carolina known as "Tobacco Road". The Wildcats had already tested their mettle earlier in the season, pushing the Tar Heels to the brink in Charlotte, and heading cross-country to Westwood to take on the Bruins. Davidson began wearing their glass slipper against mid-major power Gonzaga; the Bulldogs marking their tenth consecutive tournament appearance. The teams played tight for most of the game, before a second-half scoring barrage by Stephen Curry led the Wildcats into the second round, 82-76. The next game proved to the doubters that Davidson was no slouch, and murmurs of another George Mason-esque run began to swirl. The size and strength of a battle hardened Georgetown team threatened to fast forward the clock to midnight for Davidson, before Curry put the Hoyas and the eyes of avid viewers and fans alike through a whirlwind tour-de-force, singlehandedly outscoring Georgetown 25-22 in the final 14 minutes. It is moments like these that spur my passion for the game. The will to win, the never say die attitude, the refusal to lose. All of these characteristics are embodied in my favorite March Madness moment.
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