INDIANAPOLIS -- Two weeks ago I was on the UCLA campus, roaming Westwood after doing a stint on Rome. As many times as I'd been on the campus, I'd never spent time there. I was a USC guy. More hood, more I.
But this time I felt something different. My boy Biscuit picked UCLA to be in the Final Four after watching the Bruins in the Pac-10 Conference tournament. I agreed with him, except I thought I had seen this Gonzaga squad before, in 1979. I saw Birds. Sycamores.
But I didn't argue ...
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