Georgia Tech Basketball: A Love Letter

I love Georgia Tech basketball. From the first game I ever watched, the Yellow Jackets tipoff in the 1990 NCAA Tournament, to the last, at Phillips Arena, my faith has never faltered. There were years of frustration and years of reward. Kenny left early after cementing himself in my mind as the best college basketball player ever. Forrest shot his threes to win games in waning seconds, and then fell off the face of the earth after graduating. Stephon came and went, and only showed up to the class we were in together once. Kevin Morris tried to take over and failed, leading to Tony Akins, the man few thought could carry the load. Cremins left and came back and left again, and along came Paul, who I dearly pray will remain to his retirement. We won a lot of games we shouldn't have, and lost even more that we should have won. Now we're #5 with a bullet, the best team we've had since Lethal Weapon III, maybe even better, and I look forward to the ACC season with the fervor of a three year old waiting for Christmas morning to come.