Our victories often shine the brightest, but the missed moments often cast the longest shadows.
Long before he became a polished voice behind the studio desk, Kenny Smith had a dream as simple as it was iconic. Not an NBA title. Not All-Star appearances. Just a ladder, a pair of scissors, and loose nylon draped in his hand.
Cutting down the nets.
It’s a sacred college basketball ritual. When the final buzzer sounds and your team stands alone, ladder steps become holy ground. One by one, teammates climb, slice off a piece of victory, and pass the scissors. It’s not just about the win—it’s about the journey, the memory, the moment.
But Kenny never got his.
At North Carolina from 1983 to 1987, Smith played on loaded Tar Heel teams. He made two Elite Eights and a Sweet Sixteen, but the nets stayed tied. No championship. No climb. No scissors. No swing of the net in celebration.
So when the Houston Rockets won the NBA Championship in 1994—and again in 1995—while teammates doused themselves in champagne and basked in the chaos of victory, Kenny Smith quietly slipped back onto the court.
And then he did what no NBA player had done before.
“So, when we won the NBA championship, we were in the locker room, I went out with the ladder and I cut the championship nets down, both of them,” Smith recalled during this year’s March Madness on CBS. “They don’t do it in the NBA, but I have all four nets.”
Many of the 16,611 who packed The Summit had already left, funneled into the Houston streets, celebrating. The confetti was gone. The noise had faded.
But Kenny Smith wasn’t ready for the party. He had somewhere else to be.
He brought out a ladder, alone.
“No other teammate, no one came out,” he said. “They were doing the champagne in the back. I was out there cutting those nets. I was like, ‘I’ve never done this.’”
The little rituals that make the journey real.
Two championships. Four nets.
It’s not a stat. It’s not a headline. It’s a ritual that defines college basketball, not the NBA. In the pros, they hand you a trophy and pour the bubbly. Nobody brings out ladders. Nobody brings out scissors.
Except Kenny.
Tucked away, he still has all four nets.
They’ll always remember Hakeem’s footwork. Clyde’s redemption. The back-to-back banners. But this? This is the kind of story that slips past the headlines—just before the lights go out, when the crowd is nearly gone, and a man stands halfway up a ladder, holding history in his hands.
Kenny Smith didn’t just win a ring.
He cut down a piece of his dream.
And in that moment—far from the champagne—he finally found his own One Shining Moment.
Even if very few saw it.