I feel like I’ve told the story 1,000 times, because the one time I told it publicly, I was a little embarrassed to be sharing it in such an emotional way.
It was just one trip to the University of Delaware. To this day, the only time I’ve been there.
My sports writing career is filled with experiences that haven’t repeated much, if at all. In person, there’s been one women’s NCAA Tournament, one WNBA season, one NFL training camp, one NBA game, one MLB game, one women’s NCAA selection show, one FCS selection show and one year’s worth of New Hampshire state championships for high school soccer, basketball and lacrosse. I’ve gotten one feature published by USA TODAY. One of my few brushes with Maryland men’s basketball was interviewing Gary Williams over the phone.
Yet the brevity of these experiences makes them mystical (yes, Mystical) in my memory. The perfect anecdotes. Yet the only one I’ve written about in a memoir-like fashion is my night at The Bob.
