Kathleen Hull | Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Dear Tim Abromaitis,
I’m not writing to you because I happen to think you have a smile that could run the Permacloud permanently out of town, although I do, or because over the course of the past few months you have made my heart stop, my grades drop and my allegiance to the Fighting Irish deepen to the point of obsession. Since the basketball season began you have taught me what burn offense and basketball IQ are and made me wish I could spend my spring break in Madison Square Garden instead of Mexico, playing Bracketology with ESPN commentators instead of Monopoly with my family. But most importantly, you have shown me that it’s possible for a varsity athlete in one of the most competitive programs in the country to be both an outstanding scholar and, by all accounts, a true gentleman.
And so although you’ve already been honored by the Big East as Scholar-Athlete of the Year, I think you deserve another round of congratulations from us, your peers. Although I see you in the dining hall all the time, I know I will never have the nerve to say this to your face, so here it is in print. Know that it’s delivered with full respect and total sincerity, and not just because I happen to think you have that dreamy smile. I know I won’t be the only Irish fan who’ll be hoping to see it this week as you knock down the 3-pointers that are almost as impressive as your 3.72.