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IF I SCRATCH the cobwebs from my mind, I think I can remember back to that warm spring afternoon before my first year of college. I came home with the anticipation of receiving that fateful letter from Mr. Jefferson's University that was supposed to arrive. The word had come, and the word looked good--it was a fat envelope. This was the moment I had been waiting for since I received my first Ralph Sampson basketball jersey back in 1983.