A very much appreciated post from Wlady, below, about my Georgetown Hoyas. A bunch of good, hard-working kids who show what teamwork is all about, coached by a very impressive guy. If a camera had been on in my den during the last ten minutes of regulation plus overtime, I would probably have to leave the country out of embarrassment. You’ve never seen such histrionics in your life, I guarantee you. But it was all worth it: All the vibes from my den made their way to East Rutherford, N.J. and pulled us through!
Seriously, I sat in the front row in Seattle when we won the national championship, the front row in Lexington the next year against some forgotten school whose name starts with a ‘V’, and also attended the Final Four in 1987 and 1989 with advance tickets bought in mere hopes that my Hoyas would make it, only to see us lose both years in the Elite Eight. So when it comes to the Hoyas, I’m the type who ads to the word “fan” the “atic” (as in crazy uncle in the attic) to form “fanatic.” The cool thing is, this year Georgetown celebrated the 100th anniversary of its basketball program. With that celebration in conjunction with a Thompson on the sideline and a Ewing on the court, and with one tourney game won on a last-second bank shot in traffic and the other won in overtime, this is truly storybook stuff!
Again, I thank Wlady for his congratulations. Hoya, Saxa!