I remember we were playing Kentucky at Rupp Arena, and it was packed. You know, 24,000 people going nuts. And I’m standing in the huddle during a timeout, and it’s just deafening.
And then I hear this whistle.
I’m talking about that two-finger, heavy whistle. You know the kind. The kind only the old men from your block who used to be in the Marines know how to do.
I’m like, Nah, it can’t be.
I hear it again, and I look up into the crowd of 24,000 people, way up to the second bowl of the arena, and I spot her.