People still want to push dirt on the Big East's grave, but that's just because they don't know the real story.
Sometime in the summer of 1979, a weary but clearly elated Dave Gavitt walked into the waiting room and started passing out cigars. He smiled and announced, "It's a conference girl." The birth certificate read: "Big East"
She grew up fast, growing in her first year and again as a three-year-old. By the time she was old enough for grade school, she was more than hold her own with the big kids; she was dominating them.