CHARLOTTE -- On a bench outside Charlotte's Spectrum Center, sometime past midnight as Friday night transitioned into Saturday morning, a man dressed head to toe in orange clothing, marked up and down with navy blue "VIRGINIA" sat, hands on his knees and face in those hands, while his identically dressed wife solemnly rubbed his back. His name was Bill Waggoner, he was from Richmond, and he wanted to be left the hell alone.
"Do you remember Chaminade?" he asked Mrs. Waggoner. "I'm too young to remember Chaminade. Call your father and ask him if this is what Chaminade felt like.