was the g-town game two years ago in D.C. . Let's start at the beginning. My dad was a hero. Really. At the age of 14, he was serving on the U.S.S. Randolph during WW2. He had lied about his age with my grandma's help. After getting out at the end of the war, he re-inlisted when korea broke out. Anyway, Syracuse became my dad's school. he loved Jb and our team. Two years ago, he got very ill. We knew he had days left. He was asleep for 9 days. On Saturday morning of the G-town game, his eyes opened. And together, for one last time, we watched our orange play the hoyas. It was great. And once again, we beat those bastards. Three days later my dad passed. But he did get to see the orange beat that scum one last time. Thanks God.