OK then, getting in touch with my inner Paul Harvey, here’s the Rest of the Story.
The it’s-probably-interesting-only-to-me tale of my ‘63 Loyola championship t-shirt, come and gone and coming again, sigh, later rather than sooner.
Yeah, I jump on the touch the hem of Sister Jean’s Rambler letter jacket as much as the next hoopaholic. But my affection for the maroon and gold is legit, and long-lived. The Professor and I were in the Hall when the underdog Ramblers bested reigning two-time national champ Cincy for the crown.
So, sometime years ago, surfing the interweb, looking for some garment to purchase I didn’t really need, I came across the maroon and gold beauty.