I was at my house in Houston with my family. We had this little apartment thing off the back of our house (like a mother-in-law suite), and I remember my dad and I went out there to watch the ESPN coverage. I’m not sure why we went out there. Maybe our house was being worked on, I’m not sure. But I remember sitting in this little apartment living room with him late at night wondering what in the world was going on.
In the pre-social, and sort of pre-internet era, there was a lot more of a, “Tell me what’s happening, ESPN!