For four days I had roamed Houston with 'Nova Nation. I met new friends, connected with old ones. Met big donors and kids who were still in school. Saw feral humans covered head to toe in body paint, and casual bystanders who probably hadn't been to a game in 20 years. Everybody had a smile on. Everybody partied all day and all night. And with every conversation I had, I realized how much this meant.
From all those conversations I remembered a truth that I'm guilty of sometimes forgetting. Villanova is special. We do it a little bit differently.