If I say to you, give me the one word you think of when I say St. Patrick's Day, my guess is that word is not Fresno. Well, in 1991 it was my destination. It was my first year at Gonzaga and my family (and Julie) drove up from Burbank to meet the Zag bus in Fresno. We were completing a road trip to the Bay Area where we had played Oklahoma, Santa Clara, Yale, BYU, and Colorado State (I think). We were going to have a quick couple of games against Fresno State, who at that time was pretty good.
Unfortunately the rains came that night and there were no games the following day. My parents drove up to spend a short time with me at the hotel and at the Fresno Mall before I hopped back on the bus and 18 hours home to Spokane.
Another interesting fact - Our head coach's son Steve was born while we were in Fresno - I'm not sure if it was on St. Patrick's Day or the 18th.
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