I Once Walked in Oscar Robertson’s Shoes

This was the exact same shoebox

This was the exact same shoebox

The big news on television these past many days has been the shootings in a Charleston church attended by blacks, the shooter of course was some misled white kid.  People are calling it a racist hate crime and calling for the removal of the Confederate flag above the state’s capital building.

When I write these stories, I usually try to figure out what the tale will be before I write; sort of a mental outline.  Sometimes there might also be an underlying theme or learning lesson.  I think the underlying theme on this one is going to be the topic of blacks and whites embracing each other, (or at least not killing each other).  Hold on, hold on…before you click on the ‘Back’ button, read some more please.  I’ll try to keep this tale light, (and hopefully, sometimes funny).  Keep in mind that this story’s written by a guy who grew up in a family that was about as diversified as they can get in Hamiltucky.

Glory Days On the Intramural Basketball Team – Learning about Diversity

well they'll pass you by in the wink of a young girl's eye

well they’ll pass you by in the wink of a young girl’s eye

Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture a little of the glory of, well time slips away and leaves you with nothing mister but boring stories of glory days

– Bruce Springsteen

Compared to most boys, I got a late start in the world of playing sports.  As a younger child on Goodman Avenue, our parents didn’t encourage involvement in organized team sports.  Hell, my dad didn’t even let me join Cub Scouts, for crying out loud.  I got my introduction to sports when we moved to the land of 60 kids (read me); the 500 block of Ridgelawn and Prytania.  With St Peters church only a block away, our block was predominately a Catholic neighborhood – translation, lots of kids and they did love their sports. Continue reading