Washington, DC —
There is nothing quite as loud as the silence in a locker room when a season ends.
It is deafening, a pin-drop quiet that feels near sacred. As reporters, our job is to infiltrate that sacred space, to barge in with notebooks and cameras and ask questions that no one wants to answer, that very often no one yet has answers for.
It’s not the best part of the gig and over the course of a very long career, I have visited more than a few devastated locker rooms.
I have watched Zach Edey sit off by himself, trying to come to grips with losing a national championship, and remember the stunned silence in the Butler locker room after Gordon Hayward’s…