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To: scaram(o)uche who wrote (400)	5/23/2004 11:29:37 AM
From: jayhawk969	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 12215

Rick, I grew up a sports nut in Kansas City, baseball, football, basketball, track,--High School, College, and Pro it did not matter; Gale Sayers, JoJo White, Jim Ryun, Lenny Dawson, George Brett. As the teams won and then slipped into oblivion they would lose me as a fan. Great memories of the Kansas City; Steers, Royals, and Chiefs, Jayhawks. Now not totally unlike you, I only follow one team/sport. The Jayhawk Basketball team. For 4 years in the late 60's I never missed a game in Allen Field House. Now I pay $80 a year for the Direct TV package and I still watch every game. Maybe its because they have always stayed on top (relatively). Unfortunately your Bruins set a standard that in my opinion well never be achieved again. Hard to root for mediocrity after that. Therefore the Jayhawk nation officially adopts you as a fan. A clean well run program that graduates its student athletes and wins. I will even meet you for a game in Lawrence --tickets on me. After that you will be hooked. rockchalk.com

To: scaram(o)uche who wrote (400)	5/23/2004 1:47:47 PM
From: Tomato	Respond to of 12215

OT- wayyy OT, You perchance remember Jim Colletto, who I think was a star fullback-linebacker for UCLA from 1964-1967? (did a lot of coaching, college and pro, since then) His brother, John, was my first roommate at Berkeley. He was sort of too small for the Bears. I remember he'd go to practice, get the crap beat out of him, and would come back to the dorm, collapse on his bed and stink up the room with Ben Gay... Anyway, I lost contact with him around 1968 and decided to do a Google search on him a couple years ago on a whim. I found that a John Colletto, born 1949 (which would have been his DOB) had been a Scientologist, been excommunicated by them. He then tracked down and murdered his wife (in Hollywood, I think) who had been ordered by the the Scientologists not to have any contact with him. He later shot himself before the cops could arrest him. Think this was in the mid 70s. Weird.

To: scaram(o)uche who wrote (400)	5/23/2004 3:16:30 PM
From: zeta1961	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 12215

Yeah, Rick, basketball and stick-ball were the sports staples in my neighborhood in the Bronx...Clyde Frazier, Nate the Skate Archibald, Dave Debuesher(sp)who I had a massive school girl crush! were among our heros...of course Dave Cowen, Havliceck, Kareem Abdul Jabbar et.al. on the west coast were thorns in our sides!...but made for one of the most fun pro B'ball of my generation... My brother is 5'8...but was dubbed, Nate the Skate in our neighborhood...fast as lightening he would weave in and around the big guys in the 'hood...grew up in a mult-ethnic, multi-racial neighborhood...when the neighborhood guys were getting reading to assemble teams, he was the only white guy that some teams wanted:) I never made it beyond a catholic all girls' school b'ball:( My most persistant problem was staying in the 3 second violation area...I do have one very fond memory of on a Sunday morning when I was about 10 or so, my brother is 5 years older, one basketball in the house...while he was slumbering from the previous night's partying, I grabbed the opportunity to steal his ball and went to the park...a bunch of teen age guys were there who I didn't know...and I said, "Game anyone"?...so they let me play with them, score! I thought...at some point told my bro' and apparently they were just indulging me because they knew him...so that's my 15 minutes of fame playing with the 'boys'... My brother also, because of his height and academic priorities at Columbia never took it further...and I did the good-girl thing and became a nurse... <<could hit all day long from 22.25 feet out.>>> Hey pro ball could have used your talent esp. since the 3pt rule...come in for those last quarter thrillers...I follow the NCAA but no faves since I went to a tiny college with no sports program to speak of...really wanted Georgia Tech to get it this year...but couldn't tell my nephews who are life-long residents of Connecticut:) Nice memories... Zeta...ps...the Laker soap opera continues...the housekeeper of a home that he owns, in which one of the mothers of his children lives, was killed by her son during a fight as they were cleaning the house...Friday night during the game...WEIRD...

To: scaram(o)uche who wrote (400)	5/24/2004 10:27:02 PM
From: quidditch	Respond to of 12215

<<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.>> Shoot, "everything else" is not much else. What? You couldn't dish like Stockton? I'd say you had the game about covered. I'll refrain from my basketball lore (:-), but the Salukis are cool. Talk about some other Knick heros from the midlands, along with Debusschure (U. of Detroit, I believe?), Cazzie (U. Mich) and Dave the Rave (Witchita State) and then there was Mr. Lakers Zen Buddha Basketball himself from U. North Dakota, I think, octopus arms flailing, a one-man wrecking crew for the inbounds pass. That was fun basketball. Pros don't do much for me any more, as some here have expressed, although I think Mike Bibby is terrific (H. Bibby wasn't so good in the pros). Can't stand watching Shaq dominate a game. The most marvelous ball recently was watching Sue Bird's UConn Huskies of two years ago. That team loved to pass and loved to play. quid