ANTHONY AREND (SFS ’80), FLIES ACROSS THE GASTON HALL STAGE, ARMS FLAILING IN MID-AIR, VOICE BOOMING THROUGH THE MAJESTIC AUDITORIUM. HE HAS HIS AUDIENCE CAPTIVATED.

Roy Hibbert should be the envy of all the other centers in the draft.

Sure, the scuttlebutt since Georgetown’s season came to a cruel end last month has been over Roy Hibbert’s falling draft status.

The West Rose window, the stunning stained glass windowpane that sits atop the Wisconsin Avenue entrance to Washington National Cathedral, uses rich magentas, forest greens and earthy golds to tell the Old Testament story of creation.

Retrievers take notice: according to Jessie Sapp, “There are no Cinderellas.”

Sapp, donning a t-shirt embossed with the slogan for Nike’s new ad campaign, insisted that his attire was a coincidence, and not a message to the Hoyas’ first round foe, but the upshot was unmistakable: Georgetown does not intend to make the University of Maryland at Baltimore County squad into a legend.

When the game ended, Dan Porterfield (CAS ’83) and his future wife, Karen Herrling (CAS ’84, LAW ’90), began the walk to M Street. They didn’t know what they’d do once they got there, but they went along, in part because everyone else was doing it.

After all, Georgetown had just won its first, and still only, NCAA basketball championship.

By now, most everyone knows about Georgetown’s defense. Whether it is in these very pages or national media outlets, the buzz about Georgetown’s D — which holds opponents to a nation-low field-goal percentage — is getting louder and louder.