My oldest daughter, who was born shortly after midnight on 3/30/99, picked up her lacrosse uniform yesterday. She initially ended up with No. 0, but another player wanted it and she agreed to trade for No. 15. An hour later my youngest daughter, who was born 3/29/06, got her soccer uniform. I wanted to her get No. 3, for three sisters; or No. 5, for our five family members. She ended up with No. 4, a number she said she used to hate, but now she likes. I tried to make sense of No. 4, straining to think of what it could mean.
As the clock ticked down, I finally realized why they ended up with 15 and 4. They knew.
Oh, and I get honorable mention. I was wearing my Nike Elite Warm-up jacket commemorating the three NCs, just as I have at some point for every game of the tournament, but as it closed to a one-point game with about 8:00 to play I remembered that I took it off at the end of each game. Off came the jacket, making room for a new one as we never looked back again.