In high school long ago, I dated a friend of Deans daughter. I was as insignificant as any 17 year old can be and met him twice over a couple of months at his house for 30 seconds at the most. Jump forward 30 years to 2001 and the grand opening of a golf club we are both members of. I introduced myself to Dean and he said "I remember you ------, you dated ---- ----" To say that I was stunned with his memory, would be a great understatement.
After the Wake-Ole Miss game in Oxford, I flew to Portland to meet up with some people from this golf club for a Bandon Dunes trip. At the gate, there was Dean who had spoken at a bb clinic in Seattle and was going to Bandon to play with some UNC players from the '60s. They were arriving 2 days later, so I asked him to join us for golf and dinner. Dean loves his pinot noir and it was flowing his way that night. Most of the 6 there were common, run of the mill UNC sycophants that were one stroke short of an orgasm in his presence. (Who was your favorite player? How evil is Coach K? Are you surprised at the jealousy other schools have of us? Blah, blah, blah)
Finally when someone asked him his favorite UNC game, I interrupted and said my favorite was 1981 when we beat you by 30. He corrected the final margin and remembered it like it was yesterday. How to play Guy Morgan, Jim Johnstone, etc... I asked him about the scoreboard call and even with by then a couple of bottles in him, he would not admit the obvious. He did have a wink and a smile on his face when he was in his denial though. More conversation and wine flows and we get ready to pay the bill. Each share is a couple hundred dollars, but Dean preempts the total being announced by throwing $10 onto the table and asking if that would cover his share. Of course, but you're not my coach. He goes to his rental car and can't locate it in the very small lot, so he comes back inside and asks for assistance. He was stumbling a little so I held him up and took him to his car. I should not of allowed him to drive, but he got every call, so I figured it would be fine.
The next day we play golf and though I was not in his foursome, he was complaining at the end of the round about how painful his knees were and that he was having double knee replacement in 10 days. That is when he had the anesthesia reaction and never came out of it. Very sad and he has struggled much in the last few years.