It was a long ride back from Charlottesville. I sat in the back of a small SUV next to my best friend from high school, who was a student at UVA. In the front were his dad and his uncle, converted UVA fans because my friend was going to school there. It was November 29, 2003. UVA had just beaten Virginia Tech for the first time since 1998, and they were excited. It seemed as if Al Groh was going to quickly turn around the advantage Frank Beamer had built over the aging George Welsh.