It was about 4:30 or 5 AM Sunday of Final Four in Atlanta several years ago. Little secret about the FInal Four, every coach is there, none of them goes to the games, and catching the first flight out of town on Sunday morning is chaos in the airport. Anyways, I am walking through the lobby of my hotel, struggling to recover from the night before, dressed like a schlub…only to walk out to my hotel van, which smelled awful of course, only to see Jay Wright, dressed better than I could ever imagine in my life, waiting with his wife for his private SUV that pulled up to take him to the airport. At that point, I realized life isn’t fair. Consolation prize, I got on the subway-like system at the airport still trying to wake up. Thought I was all alone, until I heard someone behind me at the back of the subway car. None other than Robert Montgomery Knight. Had a nice 5 minute conversation with him.