There were tables crowded together in the back of the media room for the women's Final Four. The ESPN television crew was drifting in for informal interviews.
Holly Rowe arrived and headed for the morning coffee. She then sat down at a table with four chairs. Reporters came and went for a half-hour.
One visitor asked Rowe if she had a prediction for this Final Four.
"I don't make predictions," she said. "I don't want anything to affect my objectivity. It probably wouldn't, but …
She pointed to her right temple and said: "… Ego might enter."
She is clearly beloved by a high percentage of the players that she covers, although not for anything close to what you might observe, say, with the Vikings' locally based, unrestrained homerism.
Rowe has created this fondness among subjects of her coverage with a clear love of those sports — women's basketball, college football, softball, volleyball — without a sacrifice of professionalism.
And, frankly, the opinion here is that's amazing in any form of media as we wind down the first quarter of the 21st century in the United States of Angry.