CSN Log
September 23rd, 2010, 08:20 PM
09-23-2010 09:10 PM
Following Montana’s thrilling win over Appalachian State in last year’s Football Championship Series semifinals, I had a memorable encounter with a prominent university official.
As players and fans made snow angels down on the field, I headed for the top floor of the Adams Center for the post-game press conference. As I lumbered up the stairs, rubbing my cold hands together, I saw a man racing up the stairs behind me. I had about a full flight on him, but he caught up, which amazed me because this guy appeared more suited for a recliner than taking stairs two at a time. As he caught me, he proceeded to say-without breaking stride-"What a game! That was fantastic!” as he put his open palm up in the air. I confusedly raised my hand. He slapped it. Then two steps later he had gone through the door to the conference room, giggly, running over and talking to everyone he saw, moving more fluidly than the old guy from the Six Flags commercials.
It was at that moment, when I saw everyone address the man, that I realized that I had just high-fived the president of the university.
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Following Montana’s thrilling win over Appalachian State in last year’s Football Championship Series semifinals, I had a memorable encounter with a prominent university official.
As players and fans made snow angels down on the field, I headed for the top floor of the Adams Center for the post-game press conference. As I lumbered up the stairs, rubbing my cold hands together, I saw a man racing up the stairs behind me. I had about a full flight on him, but he caught up, which amazed me because this guy appeared more suited for a recliner than taking stairs two at a time. As he caught me, he proceeded to say-without breaking stride-"What a game! That was fantastic!” as he put his open palm up in the air. I confusedly raised my hand. He slapped it. Then two steps later he had gone through the door to the conference room, giggly, running over and talking to everyone he saw, moving more fluidly than the old guy from the Six Flags commercials.
It was at that moment, when I saw everyone address the man, that I realized that I had just high-fived the president of the university.
Read more ... (http://www.championshipsubdivisionnews.com/log/index.php/2010/09/23/farewell-to-dennison-a-sports-take?blog=2#more6896)
More... (http://www.championshipsubdivisionnews.com/log/index.php/2010/09/23/farewell-to-dennison-a-sports-take?blog=2)