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Story from April 2016 written by former SI writer (and ND grad). Some here will recall that Walters was embedded with the team during the 2000-2001 season and wrote The Same River Twice (great read, btw). The sportswriters are Adamec, Fuller, DiMauro and Jacobs.
Talking to the writers who have spent decades covering UConn's Hall of Fame coach Geno Auriemma
Love the story at the end of the article:
A disclosure: This writer spent the 2000–2001 season embedded with Auriemma and the Huskies, during which time I was afforded uncommon access to the program and was warmly welcomed by the writers mentioned here. Near the end of the season, on the eve of Connecticut’s East regional final in Pittsburgh, all of us were marking time at the hotel bar. Geno and Kathy, his wife, retired to a booth for some privacy.
As a gesture of gratitude, I called over a waiter and selected a $70 bottle of red to be sent over to the Auriemma table. “Tell the man,” I said, “that it’s from the guy who has been a pain in the ass all winter.”
The waiter took my credit card and disappeared. About 15 minutes later he returned with my bill, which stated that I had purchased a $395 bottle of champagne. “The gentleman said that you were a much bigger pain in the ass than that,” said the waiter.
And then Geno and Kathy invited me over for a drink.
Talking to the writers who have spent decades covering UConn's Hall of Fame coach Geno Auriemma
Love the story at the end of the article:
A disclosure: This writer spent the 2000–2001 season embedded with Auriemma and the Huskies, during which time I was afforded uncommon access to the program and was warmly welcomed by the writers mentioned here. Near the end of the season, on the eve of Connecticut’s East regional final in Pittsburgh, all of us were marking time at the hotel bar. Geno and Kathy, his wife, retired to a booth for some privacy.
As a gesture of gratitude, I called over a waiter and selected a $70 bottle of red to be sent over to the Auriemma table. “Tell the man,” I said, “that it’s from the guy who has been a pain in the ass all winter.”
The waiter took my credit card and disappeared. About 15 minutes later he returned with my bill, which stated that I had purchased a $395 bottle of champagne. “The gentleman said that you were a much bigger pain in the ass than that,” said the waiter.
And then Geno and Kathy invited me over for a drink.
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