I already miss you, Bz. You were the golden boy determined to bring great basketball to the Coors can. Some called you a fighter, a dreamer, and in-betweener. Some called you hopeless. Some called you Jeff. You were known far and wide for your commitment to honoring the game, always facing your staunchest critics with a wry smile that seemed to say, "I know I'm right, and I'll show you." In just a short time you took a moribund program from the cellar of the conference and turned them into elite-level contenders. It was you who put the program on broad shoulders, then strove and strained until you had the team flying high in the light of those rare, beautiful mountains. It was always you, Jeff Bz. Thanks for the great ride.