Pink Is The Color Of Hope, Faith And Strength

Women's basketball, often knocked and mocked, keep up the good work. Forget for a moment, rah-rah all about how far things have come, baby. The best game was the Mohegan Sun Arena on Tuesday night. And the WNBA Arenas last week. And the university settlements around the country every year in February.

Women's Basketball, more than any other sport, has become something pink is a deeper significance than the color of the famous panther. Pink became the international symbol of hope, faith and enlightenment for the families affected by breast cancer.

There were several survivors, wearing pink, half-court before the sun beat Chicago. The sun wore pink uniforms. Many fans in the building wore pink, too. It's all part of the week of the WNBA Breast Health Awareness.

Awareness, in this case, this means that when women look pink, they remember seeing a doctor. For the rest of us: You see the rose and make sure that women in your life seen a doctor. And you remember those who have overcome breast cancer. And you honor those who do not.

Just ask Asjha Jones, Grande Dame, Connecticut Sun

A family friend is in terms of Asjha Jones, "near the end" because of breast cancer.

"They all said goodbye," said Asjha some members of the family.

Grand-Jones died of it when she was little. She has a cousin in Chicago to fight for him. She said "important to my father the rest are dead."

And, as Jones ran up and down the court Tuesday night, running all the memories with him.

"I mean that I am old, but only in basketball," Jones, 31, said. "But I still checked every year. People need to do a better job of taking care of themselves. It is not easy now people are losing jobs and health insurance costs. But you just take it soon. Be diligent about . It 'important. Your life.

"When I was young, I, like many others, believes that it was not going to happen to me," he said. "Look at the women there (before the game). You can survive. This is not a death sentence."

You should all know by now not to discuss Asjha. Just saying.

The entire crowd rose Tuesday across the country and in other locations should make us think more of breast cancer. We should all listen to the words and get ourselves settled Asjha cancer, regardless of any plumbing, we happen to be. Rose also should give us pause to remember our family and friends, which led the battle, do not ask.

Cancer has touched me more this year than any other. A close friend of the family has learned this year, he had cancer. And for some long, day, loooooong in February, expect to see the stage, location, prognosis.

This was before the game of basketball in Georgetown-UConn Men in February I received a call in the hallway of the press. Good news: The cancer is not life threatening. But even cancer. I have not passed the "non-life threatening" part before I had to apologize for the arena and cry tears of joy, like Dick Vermeil. Funny how we wrap ourselves in this endeavor in the outcome of sporting events, until the reality hits us like the flu.

Fortunately, our friend is doing well. We did not know it was 10 years ago and now we can not imagine what the day would be like without him. And 'in my thoughts every time I see pink. As Ruthann Lobo, Rebecca his late mother, who died of breast cancer last month. That's why I used a pink shirt and black tie on Tuesday. He wore pink pants, too, but are not available in size 700

One day soon, to go out and buy a pink shirt. Wear it with pride. And on the way home, stop by the doctor. Think Pink and be good. And do not forget to thank the women's basketball to use his forum in the noblest way possible.