To really tell the story of how one of the great success stories in Kansas basketball began with a failure, we need to find a high school teacher in Virginia.
So, a phone number is dialed and on the third ring a sweet voice answers. The woman sounds sincere, but also a little nervous. This is a conversation she might rather not have, about a decision she wishes she never had to make.
But at some point over these last few months she knew this call would come — the questions for the teacher who flunked Frank Mason.