Judge Mattox invited me to a Zoom meeting for motion hour tomorrow.
GYERO meets my inbox. Life, a rich tapestry lol
GYERO meets my inbox. Life, a rich tapestry lol
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Whatever, my butt will be watching Saturday. I'm just pissed I have to wait that long.
Clarke is far and away most disappointing so far. And the main reason is his handle. I was expecting a slashing effortless scorer with a shaky 3 point shot but amazing mid range game. Instead he looks like he’s about to dribble it off his foot every possession and he bricks five footers. However my big hope is Sarr and Jackson will be terrific by end of year - think they compliment each other great and if Sarr wasn’t in foul trouble we win last night easy. Still think Boston will get his jumper going soon for whatever reason.
Cold Tuesday game nights like last night always bring me back to when I was a kid. I grew up out in the country and the cable company wouldn’t come out our way. So whenever the Cats were on ESPN, Dad would take me to this little country bar about a mile down the hill - Miller’s Tavern for those familiar with southern Campbell County. Dad just called it Paul’s- the owner. I usually had basketball practice myself then would come home and get my homework done, put on my UK gear and we’d roll down for the 9pm tip already redassed about the Big 10 game going over and keeping us from seeing the start.
Paul’s was a smoke pit dump of a place with an honest-to-God outhouse as the only toilet option if you chose not to just piss outside which we always did. We’d sit at a table by some old Zenith monstrosity but it had ESPN and the Cats so we were happy as hell to be there. Dad would buy me a coke and chips, and have a few canned beers himself and we’d watch the game among a couple drunks saddled up at the bar. Dad usually knew them- he knows everyone, “how ya been Wayne?” I’d say hi to May, the owner’s wife who was always sitting there in her rocking chair.
Looking back it was a tad weird and perhaps some suspect parenting to have this 11-14 year old in a bar on a week night inhaling secondhand smoke yelling at the TV. I tend to look at the parenting as colorful and country so I’m all good with it.
Occasionally the drunks would give me shit, saying they were Louisville or UC fans and I’d give it right back. Paul’s is where I watched our revenge game on Kansas in late ‘91, a couple of those early 90s Indiana thrillers and the first half of the Mardi Gras Miracle, among many others. Usually, Dad would take me home at half but he’d let me listen to the rest of the game in my room with the lights off.
Place is still around. I hang a right past it every time I visit my folks.
In summer ‘95, Dad had seen enough- he got Direct TV. We knew this was a special season and he’d be damned if we couldn’t watch all the games at home. Even let me purchase the $89 College Basketball Package, as he knew I was obsessed and concerned with the competition around the country that year. When we finally cut them down, all I can remember is hugging him, and then my cousins Travis and Todd who lived across the street and watched every game that year with us. I can’t explain the feeling- first Cats title in my life.
Call him Judge CoolcatJudge Mattox invited me to a Zoom meeting for motion hour tomorrow.
GYERO meets my inbox. Life, a rich tapestry lol
Fantastic post. I’d give my left testicle right now to be at this described “Paul’s” watching the 90’s Cats tbh.
I have no idea what computer program led to Jon Hood being the icon for that video, but whatever -- damn that was fun.
Small world.Judge Mattox invited me to a Zoom meeting for motion hour tomorrow.
GYERO meets my inbox. Life, a rich tapestry lol
Bill Walton is something else man. Who on planet earth is a more unique dude? Can’t be too many.
Eat my meat.Hell yes! I am stoked about the idea of Russ/Beal on the same team! They got a few other pieces that will make them interesting in the East.
Eat my meat.