A Hoops Revelation...

 

Memoirs of a Geezer

  

Reflections and Observations -- A Bright Passage from the Fantasies of Youth to Illuminations of Advanced Maturity!

This Episode:               A Hoops Revelation...

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People tend to jump
when playing Hoops!

Our sweet friend Kathy, sometimes an enigma!  She traveled to Indiana frequently to visit with her brother, Pat, and his family.  What many of us did not know, sister and brother had a secondary motive, one of perhaps equal, maybe even greater anticipatory importance.

We, or perhaps just I, discovered that ulterior reason just very recently, and I was very much taken aback, completely surprised, really kind of amazed.  Sometimes we have no inkling about those we think we know so well.  We sneeze in wide-eyed wonder and surprise!

Had no idea "Hoops," March Madness was -- to me, in any case -- a passion of hers, a crazy Mad Passion, something that compelled her to travel to court sides and venues all over the damn place.  Remarkable!

If she couldn't travel to the games, she'd install herself in front of a large plasma television to savor as many of the contests as she could, probably all of them, each and every game until and of course including when the brackets reached the "Elite Eight" and then the "Final Four." Obsessed with buckets!  How 'bout that!  

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I'm reminded of my great friend, Steve, the greatest -- in my biased opinion, I readily admit -- gatecrasher of all time.  I was aware of his talent, but the variety of it often had me flabbergasted!!  

On one highly memorable and treasured occasion, a group of his friends -- happily, myself included -- albeit a small group, traveled to Louisville, Kentucky to enjoy a slice of the fabled NCAA tournament.  Yes, more Hoops-Centered Obsessions.  But it wasn't just the game itself.  Steve created the "Honor Guard," a fabricated title that had his special group seated right on the basketball floor, meaning right next to the players' benches.  

No tickets for the game, no special passes, just Steve and his brilliance as a creator of special entree to events none of his peers would ever had thought possible! How'd he do that??!

Steve is no longer with us.  Our friend and her brother, those mentioned in the opening paragraphs, are also among the departed, sadly to say the least.  

What a hoot, and what wonderful "Hoops"of action and adventure!  What marvels, what extraordinary people populate our lives.  What memories.  We think we know them, and then remarkable revelations are driven unexpectedly into our awareness.  Like metal-tipped darts hurled into the bullseyes of our consciousness.