Reflecting on The Day The Music Died 2.0
The past week without sports has been unlike anything most of us experienced. Like the Day The Music Died, we will come out of this too.
What feels like 20 years ago, on March 11th, 2020, the sports world had its eyes blown wide open. Throughout that day, reports were trickling in about all of the events that were going to be played without fans. We talked in our schools, offices and group texts about how much it sucked that no one was going to be able to attend those events. We didn’t see the forest for the trees. Things came to a head that night when an NBA game between the Utah Jazz and the Oklahoma City Thunder screeched to a halt and sent the entire sports world into a tailspin. I’m using that term literally because of the similarities I see between that and a fateful plane crash on February 3rd, 1959, the day the music died.
Within no time, the NBA season was on pause, and that was only the tip of the iceberg. We went back to our schools, offices, and group texts the next day and expressed our shock. As the day dragged on, we got the worst drip-feed of information any of us could imagine. The NHL suspended their season, and MLB’s Spring Training followed, thus delaying the regular season. Then the hammer fell, the NCAA tournaments were both canceled. A staple of our collective springs for the past few decades would not happen.
Initially, we gobbled up the proposed dates when normal sports life would return. “We can handle two weeks without sports,” we told ourselves. As the weekend progressed, things became clearer we wouldn’t be discussing this in school or at work, neither would be open come Monday. The week went on, this week mind you, and each day the timelines got pushed back. Two weeks became four weeks became hopefully we can start by June. As of this writing, there are reputable sources that sports like baseball are having conversations about what happens if there is no season.
Now we’re here, seven days later with more questions than answers. I think it’s important for us to focus on the past for a glimpse of the future. At the time of that 1959 plane crash, Buddy Holly was one of the hottest stars in the world. Like us thinking about what sports even looks like anymore, they were wondering what the future would hold without Buddy. And that is where I find my solace. Buddy inspired The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, and Elton John who in turn inspired the generations to come. Sports may not be like we’ve grown accustomed to for a while, but the core of what made us love them is and always will be there. Boiling water hardens an egg and softens a potato. It’s how you confront a situation that shows what you are made of on the inside.