On a late February Sunday afternoon in 1989, Duke and Arizona played a basketball game in the New Jersey Meadowlands that was telecast on NBC.
Dick Enberg and Al McGuire worked the game. It was their 12th season together, and they had become close friends. After the game, they went into New York to have dinner at Smith and Wollensky, the great East Side steak house.
Al and I listened, and after a few minutes, we noticed something: Dick was crying. He didn't stop talking, just kept on: still crying, saying again and again how grateful he was that, somehow, she had found enough good in him to marry him.