Once upon a time a younger more foolish CFKA (pre-ranter status) fouled out of a college basketball game (1st game in a 4 team tourney) Later evening found old…well actually young C (drinking age was 18 back in the horse & buggy days)consuming more than he scored that night.
Problem is he missed his ride back to team hotel. Young lady from host school took pity on now disfunctional C and took him to her place…(easy boys)…to sleep on her floor.
Next day: Consolation game. Only a few memories of that day.
1. Sitting outside in of all places, the track bleachers, for the cool air (mid December)
2. Before jumping center, the opposition’s center shook hands. C didnt break the hand shake til it was explained that any elbows to the mid-section would likely elicit a bodily fluid response.
3. One memorable breakaway layup (made thank god) Upon landing on the baseline, one hell of a jackhammer went off in the frontal lobe.
Smiling looking back, but 30+ hrs of hell in the moment.