We are blessed. We are Witnesses. Not just to the greatness of one player, but to a basketball team that we dreamed of when we were children. One that we never truly thought we'd see at Davidson. Before last season, I told my daughters to savor every bit of the season because it might be the best Davidson team they'd see in their lifetimes. I was wrong. We may not make another magical run to the Elite Eight. But we have the lightning in the bottle, the lid is secured, and we get to watch the electricity crackle several times a week.
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