Fruit punch, basketball and a desire to improve
My recollections of the single season I played college basketball are both vivid and sketchy, but one sensory memory always shoulders its way to the front: The mingled aromas of Bengay ointment, fruit punch and store-bought cookies in the room where we hosted a reception for the opposing team after home games.
I've told the quaint tale so often over the years that it has taken on a gauzy, fictional aura. Did we really do that? Make nice after getting clobbered, as we did routinely? This ...
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