"You played it for her. You can play it for me. If she can stand it, I can Play it!"

I must confess, though, that upon hearing the final score, I had to wonder whether this was the same Harvard basketball team I had watched these past few years.

"Who are you really? What were you before? What did you do and what did you think? Huh?"

Well, here's looking forward to more performances like the one Saturday night.

"Here's looking at you, kid."

If Harvard ever plays like that again, and I'm not there to see it, you know I'll regret it. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and for the rest of my life.

"If that plane leaves the ground and you're not with him, you'll regret it. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and for the rest of your life."

And if Coach Frank McLaughlin can continue to inspire such stellar performances from his cagers, I can safely say, Frank, that this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

"Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."