I’ve been a diehard since Nadav Henefeld, Chris Smith, and Tate George brought the team to the Elite 8 in 1990 — I remember sneaking away to call an 800 number for score updates (this was pre-internet) from a phone in the synagogue closet.

Ugly, hideous championship game tonight, but … woohoo! I always call my Dad at the end of a big game — if we aren’t already watching it together — and this is the first one I get to share with my son.

He’s asleep of course, being 14 months old, but my wife and I put him to bed in his little UConn sweatpants.