Literally the earliest memory I have, not of the Hawkeyes but of life itself, is watching Steve Carfino on TV while sitting in my basement in Iowa City with my father. Cue the Round-Up commercial.
God I miss the Hawks. For some reason, it has hurt more this winter than most. My gut tells me that's because Fran is the real deal and we are close, so close, to making a run in March again.
For those of us who grew up in the '80s, Hayden and the Rose Bowls are burned into our memories, but at the time, I think the basketball team held an even more special place in our hearts. March was magical.