On December 8, 1995, I was nearing the end of the first quarter of my sophomore year at Northeastern. It was the first day of finals – the school on its old quarter systems had fall final exams run on a Friday, then Monday through Thursday of the following week – but that wasn’t all. The men’s basketball team, with whom I was a manager, had a game that night.
I had a final exam that day, so it was going to be a close call making the team bus. I had every intention of going. Sure enough, I missed it. But all was not lost. The game was only about an hour away, at New Hampshire, so I figured someone in the athletic department would be going. I asked around, and sure enough, athletic director (and also the head football coach at the time) Barry Gallup would be going, and he would be able to take me. We would be joined by someone else from the athletic department as well.