Northside Hawk
Well-Known Member
1987 was my junior year. I was home for spring break. The Iowa UNLV game was Sunday afternoon. The day before I got a call from a high school buddy who was playing baseball for Loras College. They were having batting practice early Sunday afternoon, would I like to come over and shag flies.
I got home, in full baseball uniform just as the ball was tipped off. Not wanting to miss any action I didn't change out of my uniform. When the first half went well I didn't want to move. We were going to the final four.
Of course you all remember what happened in the second half. I started by whipping my glove at the TV. Then my cap. The lead was down to single digits. Off came the jacket, the shoes, the socks. The area around the TV was full of discarded uniform.
UNLV took the lead. I was running out of things to whip at the TV. It was over. By the time reality hit and I realized we weren't moving on I had cleared my entire family and three of my brother's friends from the room, and you don't want to know what I was down to for clothing.
I got home, in full baseball uniform just as the ball was tipped off. Not wanting to miss any action I didn't change out of my uniform. When the first half went well I didn't want to move. We were going to the final four.
Of course you all remember what happened in the second half. I started by whipping my glove at the TV. Then my cap. The lead was down to single digits. Off came the jacket, the shoes, the socks. The area around the TV was full of discarded uniform.
UNLV took the lead. I was running out of things to whip at the TV. It was over. By the time reality hit and I realized we weren't moving on I had cleared my entire family and three of my brother's friends from the room, and you don't want to know what I was down to for clothing.