Exactly. I love the back story of kids, who taught them the game, where did they play,what were they ranked, who offered, who out out performed who. Watching Dusty fight for every inch, watching Lenard smooth as silk. Feeling a college arena shake. Watching Brogdon get his Masters and still make 20 million a year in the NBA and then starting a non profit that brings water to parts of Africa without through wells. Watching Hoffarber win state, pick the U for the Carlson school, conduct himself with class. Watch Kehei Clark go from a 335 ranking to starting on the UVA team as a 5'7 true freshman and beating the cheaters from Auburn, then winning it all. Watching the IRON 5, one of my favorite Gopher teams for fight. Watching Bill Muss teach a team defense, Watching KNIGHTS perfection at Indiana and UMBC beating UVA. Endless memories. Watching guys at each others weddings, bonded forever by winning the ACC. Seeing former teammates help out another on the court in victory or defeat. Watching how happy they were when they got their scholarship and watching their parents cry at graduation. Some things to some people are far more valuble than money. They are shared experiences with other people.