When Bill Foster passed away last week, obits led with his accomplishment of coaching four different Division I basketball programs to 20-win seasons. But I'll always remember Bill Foster for being the man who unknowingly helped me advance my relationship with the lovely woman who is now my wife. Here's how the chain reaction unfolded over many years: During my senior year, Northwestern held open tryouts for walk-ons. Four players -- the entire sophomore class from the previous season -- had transferred, and Foster needed to bolster the roster. I decided to participate in hopes of writing an interesting story for the campus newspaper. Despite nearly puking during one of three early-morning sessions, I survived to craft a column full of the self-centered navel gazing that you would expect from a 21-year-old. But Foster loved it. He loved it so much that he made a request to have it reprinted in the team's media guide. A few months later, ESPN was in town to televise Northwestern's game against Wisconsin. Getting on ESPN was a much bigger deal back then in terms of national exposure. To put it in context, ESPN2 was still more than two years away from launching. Bill Raftery was the color commentator. In his preparation for the game, Raftery saw the column in the media guide and said he would try to mention it during the telecast. (Not that he needs any vouching from me, but this is just another example of why Raft is so beloved.) I scrambled to make sure I was videotaping the game. Late in the first half, one of the guys who had made it as a walk-on entered the game. His name was Jake Haunty, and when he pulled down a rebound, Raftery had his cue to name-drop me. He delivered:
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