It was a young indigent UConn fan who borrowed your flag to bring a little joy to his crippled brother Timmy.
He'll bring it back soon. You see, little Timmy isn't going to see too many more sunrises and after his last, you'll come home to find your flag back where you remember it.
And there'll be a note. A note written with a stubby crayon held by a small shaky hand thanking the kind man who gave his flag to brighten those last few mornings. You'll cry reading it. We'll cry when you read it to us.
We'll retell the story of Timmy and the flag to each succeeding generation at the dawn of each new season. And they in turn will tell the generations that follow and so on. And when we're ready to move on from the troubles of this world, the thought of your flag will be with us as we go where UConn fans go when our earthly bonds are set loose...
Or, you know, some dick stole it.
I don't know. I wasn't there.