I'm another among many whose love of the Huskies was transmitted and grew through family. My condolences to Conor, et al.
26 years ago, during the final week of December, in KEA's freshman season, my dad passed. It was 35 years since my first game at the Field House. My dad had season tickets for years prior to that, and it always humbles me to know that he witnessed to the build from Yankee Conference success to steady national prominence that never got to the Final 4. I'm by no means without flaws or foibles, but "arrogant & spoiled" doesn't apply.