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Biotech / Medical : momo-T/FIF -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: zeta1961 who wrote (399)	5/22/2004 2:23:51 PM
From: scaram(o)uche	Read Replies (4) \| Respond to of 12215

Zeta: Thanks, I'll take a look. After I go ride roller coasters. It's been a couple of weeks, and I need a fix. Basketball was sort of my life, growing up. I wasn't good, but my older brother was. That sort of meant that I got to play. Coaches assumed that if I was my brother's brother, that I must be good. Wrong, but they didn't find out until after the season had started. A light went on.... "hey, I played a guy that has no brain-foot coordination!" Actually, I could jump, with good timing. Guys my size just did not shoot over me. They got the ball back, fast. And I hit the offensive boards real hard and could hit all day long from 22.25 feet out. For everything else, I was worse than useless, a liability. But my brother was VERY good. He played freshman baseball at UCLA and was headed for basketball when academic issues forced him to concentrate on his classes. We'd go to Pauley Pavillion on weekends and I'd end up playing with Rowe, Slaughter et al.... it was hilarious. At six foot, my brother was lightening to the bucket. He went right at big guys, a first step that came out of nowhere. And you should have seen him play second base. Nothing got by him. And I still remember the day that he hit two balls 200 feet over everyone's head in a game at Pierce Junior College. The outfielders just stood still and watched them sail. So, my dad went to UCLA, my brother went to UCLA, I hung out at UCLA playing basketball on weekends, and I went to UCLA School of Medicine to do grad work. I was a Bruin freak. Lived and died with every game. Couldn't give a hoot about any given school these days.... still like to watch NCAA, but with no given fave from year to year, not even the Bruins. And can't give a rat's rear re. pro ball. ;-) Rick