Just before midnight, my phone started blowing up like it never has before. DMs, Facebook messages and texts. Non-stop.
Why? Well, you know why.
The clock had just turned to zero signaling Rutgers first NCAA Tournament win (for the record, my fingers originally typed Big Ten win because—habit?) in 38 years. My son Ben and I had been screaming, yelling and celebrating and now the rest of my little world was too. Congratulations, excitement and people talking up their brackets. All reaching out to me—for some the only die hard Rutgers hoops fans they know.