Me too. First time I had a few tears over a sporting event. But it wasn't only UConn. My father took me to a lot of games at the HCC when I was between the ages of 10-16. He was an immigrant from Greece and even though bball is the national sport of Greece, he didn't know a bball from a melon. He'd close up his little restaurant at 4 pm every day, after getting there at 4 am, I'd take the bus to New Haven, and we'd drive up to Hartford. He became a huge Uconn fan over the years. He would have loved this, but just passed away in February at the age of 79. This one was special. I felt like I really loved these kids, which I think is a bizarre emotion for a 40-something to have. They're like my own.