Currently, I'm down in Palm Spring visiting family (the retired wing that holds up in California for the winter and returns to Spokane, begrudgingly, in late May). I'm surrounded by all these old Uncles who went to Gonzaga back in the fifties/sixties when the only reason to go to Gonzaga was that you were, well, Catholic and an Eastern Washington farm boy. They relish the new found glory that is March madness and the prominence it has brought to their little school (although they’d like to kick a couple of the newcomers off the bandwagon). Someday it would be nice to see the same thing happen for my Vandals ...

Idawa

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