According to family lore, when I was five months old my father was holding me while watching a closely contested basketball game. At a particularly thrilling juncture Dad became so excited that he bolted up from his chair and tossed me unintentionally into the air.
Apparently, I come honestly by my enthusiasm for sports and interest in those who are similarly enthusiastic. It was appropriate then that I dedicated my book about college basketball and its fans to my father, Meyer Zaremba, who may have tossed me in the air that day, but on that day and all others never failed to be there with his arms open wide to catch me on the way down.
Happy Father's Day, Dad. Thank you.
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