He is fine. He looks good, his color is good, but he is not very happy with me, because he wanted to leave today.

Before the game he said it was a toss-up. Much to our chagrin it didn’t work out the way we planned.

He is fine. We are here, and Daddy is watching and hoping.

We were hoping to keep it quiet. You know my dad. He didn’t want this to take any attention away from the Final Four.