Two days ago, I had the pleasure of a front row seat to another Tata Martino press conference. The setting was far from familiar, with Tata dressed to the nines in the Venetian Ballroom at the InterContinental Buckhead.
See, I’m more used to Tata donning that pullover he’d so casually have tied around his shoulders during games (and still quipping about the muy frio press room). Or, if it wasn’t that, it was “9 a.m. Tata Martino” — freshly showered with his hair combed and training shirt neatly tucked in before he went out to get absolutely roasted by yet another Georgia summer day.