I heard about Jimmy V for the first time when I was 5 or 6 years old. Saturday CBS game, bad reception, Vern on the play-by-play, and my dad telling me that in the ACC, son, basketball was better. Different. Smoother. More pure.
This is Wyoming, 1985. Snow falling and coal mining are the only things I hear about during the week. But on the weekend, it's basketball. It's NC State and Jimmy fresh off the defeat of Phi-Slamma-Jamma and running all over the court, hugging anyone he can grab ahold of long enough to hug. ... And now, Jimmy and the Pack are getting hammered. Down 18 at the half. Down 25 midway through the second. And Dad says, "them's the breaks." And the Pack rally, try to make it a close game against Maryland, UNC, Duke, or whomever they were playing, but they lose by double digits. And Jimmy says after the game "I love my guys. They missed today, and they didn't do everything we wanted right, but they tried their guts out. They knew they might lose, and they tried that hard anyways."
My dad looked at me, and said "you know, that's a good coach." Eight years and thousands of sportscenter highlights, dad-to-son talks and lessons and moments later, my dad (age 54 then) and I (age 13 then) sat and watched the first ESPYs. We watched as Dickie V. carried Jimmy up. We sat, rapt, and listened to every syllable Jimmy had to say. We both welled up, and we both broke down and cried when he was done. I gave my dad a birthday present years after, a framed still from Jimmy's speech that night, with a simple transcription: "Don't give up, don't ever give up."
On February 14, yup, Valentine's Day 2008, my father was diagnosed with cancer. A strong-headed bear of a man, he fought, and he lost, and his cancer spread like wildfire. I was next to him, and I was holding his hand, and I heard his last breath. In those final days, when my dad couldn't speak, I thought plenty about what Jimmy V had said. My dad, that ACC hoops lover before it was cool, that careful and attentive father, that cancer patient, did just what Jimmy said. He didn't give up. He gave us all we needed to laugh, to think, and to cry and every day.
God bless anybody who may come across this.