Cluck-U Chicken. That was the name of the only food joint open deep into a night in the early 1990s, somewhere near Santa Clara. Details now fuzzy from the intervening decades, I found myself driving Dan Monson, Mark Few and Bill Grier on a midnight food run. Had somebody told me, on that night so long ago, that Gonzaga basketball would become one of the most-unlikely success stories in the history of college sports, man, I’d have choked on my chicken.
