Championship Point

Is there a better phrase in all sports jargon to sum up the collapse of time that happens in the moment before victory is finally won?

Championship: the all, everything, days of matches, not just the series of matches that has led you to this final, but all the matches that were playing simultaneously and which led nowhere for their players, like parallel universes that feature your untimely demise. Championship: your victory, your championship: being champion. Not just for one moment but as if for all time, at least until another such moment brings round your dispossession, at least one year off.

Point: dot, the line reduced to zero dimensions, to nothing. All meaning is consolidated in this moment. Like perspective, it all comes to this point. It is synechdoche: a match is made of many points, a tournament of many matches. But this point, this championship point, technically no different from any other (within the rules it could go on for ever). All hope, expectation, striving, all of human life is here, and all faded away, all nothing to your mind which is fixed on this point, this set of lines, this ball, dot, point. There is no reason why such points could not recur forever, infinite of such infinitesimals.