Kyle N wrote a story on the death and possible rebirth of outdoor basketball, which reminded me of some great - and hot and humid - nights down on the Levee. For me, that was the mid to late 90s.
Couple memories ...
Guy running around down there looking like Teenwolf, playing a crazy quick somewhat out of control style of hoops. The legend of Carson Cunningham began during his transfer year.
And my brother calling me, saying "Hey, a car just pulled up here, ran up to Katie Douglas and she started yelling and bawling, then left."
Tiffany Young had died.
Of course, we all have individual games to remember, randomly getting hot and talking shit. Good times.
Couple memories ...
Guy running around down there looking like Teenwolf, playing a crazy quick somewhat out of control style of hoops. The legend of Carson Cunningham began during his transfer year.
And my brother calling me, saying "Hey, a car just pulled up here, ran up to Katie Douglas and she started yelling and bawling, then left."
Tiffany Young had died.
Of course, we all have individual games to remember, randomly getting hot and talking shit. Good times.
