That entire spring in hindsight is — and probably will always be — my favorite experience rooting for any team at any level. I was the right age, in the right mindset and that team was just so young and too ignorant to know it wasn't good enough to win those games. It was such a bizarrely configured roster — a portion Minnesotan, a portion freshmen and a mishmash of spare parts that somehow worked. And the possiblities seemed endless with two stars in the making being just freshmen. That added so much juice to that celebration — the thought that we could be dancing for four years straight.
I rode that bus and Dan sat beside me on the ride back after winning the MAC title. (Personally having the social graces of a sixth grader at a first co-ed dance, I think Dan sensed that I could use someone sitting next to me. Or maybe it was the only empty seat. I dunno.) I just remember him having so many people to call on a flip phone and only so much battery to use before it went out. I don't want to exaggerate the number of calls he fielded, but I want to say he took 35,000 calls on the ride back from Cleveland to Athens. It was amazing how many people knew his attachment to the program and how many people were happy for him on that night. I thought that said a lot about how much Dan meant to a so many people. It was the only time I ever met the man and I thought for a snapshot, it was pretty telling.
Last Edited: 1/10/2013 11:09:10 AM by Brian Smith (No, not that one)