By Dan Shanoff
Page 2 columnist

Tuesday, April 22, 2003

In the fall of 1995, I was living in a Wrigleyville apartment with two college buddies. I was leading the triple crown of "no prospects": unemployed, single and Northwestern football had its usual dismal forecast. In turning around the most inept program in the country (by reputation, at least) and making good on his promise to "take the purple to Pasadena," Gary Barnett changed my sorry circumstances, giving me the most memorable fall of my life. For that, he became (and remains) my hero. ...

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