I spent part of the day in Logan and, as always, I found myself wishing I could have seen my dad play college ball at USU. The old DN writer Hack Miller once wrote that pound for pound, he was the "mightiest man God ever made." I would have loved to watch him make his crazy mad man hits.
Days like today are reminders, of course, that your parents had huge lives before you came along. And after you went away.