Whimsical Big Blue BS

[Anon1711055878]

I still remember sitting around the fireplace, hot coco in hand, listening to my great grandpappy reminiscence about Don Branson and his famous scoopy doopy whirlwind layup move. He'd net that thing underhanded and yell at the opposing sideline "23 skidoo!!" One of my favorite cats to this day.

 

[funKYcat75]

But do you have a leg tattoo of him?

 

[It'saDoneDeal]

Why, I do recall it was a rather frigid Saturday when the fair lads of Marietta traveled to the blue pearl of ye olde Lexington town for a game of the baskets the season of '14. And frigid could doubly describe the state of hooping that day of the arriving Pioneers, who appeared to have left their proper basket balling in the rear of their trolley. Looking back now, as if through a glass but darkly, it was the marvelous banking shot made by the dashing, local boy makes good R.C. Sutton in the contest's final moments that sealed the fate of the pious Pioneers that dire, wintry day.

If I had known then that my great grandchild would bail on a wedding just to hang back at a BW3's to drunkenly watch an exhibition UK basketball game played in Windsor, Ontario in 2010, I think it may have been best if I'd found a way to enter the Great War even sooner.

 

[Anon1711055878]

This is an all-timer straight from my papaw's mouth:

Long after the leaves went from green to orange, we knew it was time to pack the gymnasium bleachers and cheer on the varsity cats of wild. I had a hankering for a local gal. Lexington born and bred, but she had eyes for a greater stag, and who was I to judge.

He played ball. With brylcream keeping his locks in place, this guy just hit one dipsy-doo after another. And he passed to his teammates with such flair. Pretty sure he invented the "not both handed" pass. So then I settled for your granny!!

 

[It'saDoneDeal]

I do remember shedding many a tear when Derrill Hart's wondrous Wild Cat career shockingly came to an end. It was near the end of a match against the rival Jumping Jacks when one of his knee-high stockings accidentally slipped down during a free shot attempt, revealing a peek-ish sliver of his fair-skinned ankle. The umpire had to cancel the match after much delay... many of the otherwise mild-mannered dames had feverishly stormed the floor in glee hoping to glance upon his fair skin even further. The Pentecostals came close to canceling the following winter's matches.

Of course, this does not even come close to Calbert Cheaney beating out Jamal Mashburn for AP POTY and all the tears shed by the most loyal of Wild Cat friends.