Though I usually hate melodrama, especially when it's forced and not-deserved, such as everybody saying nice things about even jerks at their funerals, I felt something listening to the man proudly brag of his player's accomplishments. I'm not gonna go so far as to say I was “touched” or anything, but I certainly didn't want to vomit, which I usually do in such settings. - Charlie Danoff / CS Staff Sports Columnist