Well, I'll jaw about them 1925-1926 Kentucky Wildcats I’ve heard tell of. Now, mind you, I wasn’t coachin’ here back then—I was still a young buck earning my way—but word gets around, and them boys were no slouches. Under Coach Ray Eklund, they went 15-3, a darn fine record for the time, playin’ scrappy and tough in that old Southern Conference. Fellas like Burgess Carey and Paul Jenkins were slingin’ the ball with some gumption, and they had a defense tighter’n a banker’s wallet. They’d scrap with anybody, takin’ down teams like Centre and Georgetown College, and I reckon they put Kentucky basketball on the map in them early days. Good stock, those boys, with heart bigger’n a Kentucky ham.
But, son, let’s not get carried away polishin’ their boots. My Wildcats, the ones I coached to four national titles, would’ve squashed that ‘25-26 bunch flatter’n a flapjack! My boys—fellas like Groza, Hagan, and Ramsey—would’ve run ‘em off the court faster’n a jackrabbit with its tail on fire. We’d have outhustled, outshot, and outsmarted ‘em till they were dizzy as a drunk mule, much like any poor thing that comes in contact with my big hairy ***! Now, pass me that cigar, and let’s talk real basketball.