This is a famous quotation from Francois Villon, a medieval French poet. It translates to "Where are the snows of yesteryear/" It is often used to illustrate the ubi sunt theme. This covers nostalgia, meditation on morality, and life's transience. I acquired this gem of knowledge in high school from an exceptional teacher, Dr. Gilbert Hunt in 1957. We all have our memories of Uconn championships which we can share here on the Boneyard. 25 years ago I wrote two posts on the 2000 championship game with Ut. Those of you who can remember the Boneyard then may remember the chat about the best subs in Philly. The fist post of mine I want to call to your attention was written before the game . It was titled "The Other Side of the Hill."It was an attempt to look at game strategy from the Vols" point of view. The second was titled "one minute to Victory,: which tried to shoe Uconn's dominance using a single non exceptional minute to illustrate the variety skills, planning, and effort contained in a single minute to illustrate how the victory was forged.
The snows of yesteryear are here again. Truly "the world will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here." Still this is the Boneyard where we are allowed to express our wonderment at what these young women accomplished. The act of sharing our experiences can be elevating and memorable. Fervently do we hope and fondly do we pray that the next sch occasion will not be eight years in the future. Still let us rejoice in the present and cherish this wonderful team.
I hope that I can be forgiven for my complaints and criticisms about and of the program. We have our memories and more than an idle hope That the snows will come again.
The snows of yesteryear are here again. Truly "the world will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here." Still this is the Boneyard where we are allowed to express our wonderment at what these young women accomplished. The act of sharing our experiences can be elevating and memorable. Fervently do we hope and fondly do we pray that the next sch occasion will not be eight years in the future. Still let us rejoice in the present and cherish this wonderful team.
I hope that I can be forgiven for my complaints and criticisms about and of the program. We have our memories and more than an idle hope That the snows will come again.
