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For them / April 10, 2019

Everyone I was thinking about Monday night as UVA and Texas Tech duked it out:

My son Wil, a third-year student at University of Virginia, who as far as I’m concerned had the best seat in the house for the national championship game — on the grounds of Mr. Jefferson’s university as the excitement unfolded, surrounded by buddies and fellow Wahoos no less.

My brother Tucker, who was actually there at the game, on a sportswriter’s credential, which didn’t keep him from calling the office throughout the day from Minneapolis — bored? How does that even work?

My little sister, a 1986 graduate of the University of Virginia, who died of cancer in October before she had a chance to see her Cavaliers shake off the ignomy of last year’s NCAA tournament catastrophe. Sylvia was a tremendous sports fan, particularly of teams in her adopted home of Seattle. Rest proudly and in peace, sis.

My mom, who passed away in December, another of the family’s Virginia grads — in her case, as one of Charlottesville’s few female students in the 1950s with the Mary Washington College program for women. Mom loved college basketball. Everyone who knew Mom loved her more so.

Uncle Henry, who attended Princeton University for his undergrad degree but studied law at Virginia. Another proud ‘Hoo, although Henry’s not the type to tell college stories except when the joke’s on him.

My dad, who played football for University of Virginia, got a post-graduation look from an NFL franchise or two — back when no one took pro football too seriously — and then went on to continue his athletic career by playing basketball against his sons, equipped with little more than a decent jump shot, bad knees and a quick mouth. I still miss him.

My wife and daughter, in whose company I had the pleasure of watching Monday night’s contest.

It was for them, this national title — which, unlike so many other championship games, will never be forgotten, because everyone loves a gritty hero and the Phoenix-from-the-ashes story of bright success, unthinkable failure, and the sweet feeling that comes from picking yourself up, dusting yourself off and proving the doubters wrong.


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