He didn’t know it yet, but in about eight months Coach Tony Bennett would stand in front of his Virginia team before the Elite Eight and call back to this moment, employing it as an example of faith. But now, Bennett, in his floral orange swim trunks and blue helmet, was floating in the New River in West Virginia, surrounded by his players and assistants on a sweltering August day. The team had gone whitewater rafting, but the boats had been playfully tipped over, pouring the men into the murky waters. He took a moment to himself: “Alright, Lord. What’s this year going to bring?”