Sometimes it’s worth paying homage to the greats, and it is definitely worth noting that today is what would have been the 95th birthday of Kit “Lightning” Ketchum, one of the greatest basketball players to ever play the sport of college basketball. For my money there is no greater story in sports than Ketchum’s. According to his biography Lightning of the South — a book I highly recommend — it was only moments after he was born that doctors told his mother he could not play basketball. His father was a waistband salesman who left when he was five. He grew up in Depression-era Alabama, where he sold live bait to hospitals to help put food on the table for his family of eleven. He played basketball at the University of Alabama and attended there on a scholarship but had to work on a crabbing boat four nights a week to keep it. He was tired and beaten by life but still went on to become the second top scorer in Crimson Tide history. His senior year he lost his foot to a bite from a poisonous snake and was unable to complete the season, but he finished his education and later invented the jacket. A highly successful businessman by age 32, his passion to the sport of basketball motivated him to become the league commisioner of the NBA from 1967-1962, where he instituted anti-stomping rules and made sure everyone had a comb. Kit Ketchum may have fallen into a volcano at age 51 but what he brought to basketball will live on until we’re all gone, and we salute him.
Hello, friends. Let’s news-and-views it up, shall we? And blast off into the newsandviewsisphere.
–There’s some new, meticulously parted hair in College Station, and beneath it is our old pal former Mississippi State head coach Rick Stansbury. Good for him; I don’t think we collectively as a fan base have anything against Rick Stansbury, do we? Nah. Way to go, Rick. We’ll see you this fall.
–And there’s good news for people with no hair. Maybe you don’t have any hair. Can I get a job at a large SEC school, you are probably asking? Yes! You can! And you can make a lot of money, as evidenced by the news of Kenny Payne’s $500k annual salary. That’s a lot of specially-tailored suits from Jos. A. Bank, I think we can all agree. And we get to keep him in Lexington. Hooray Kenny! John Robic also re-upped with the Cats, but his hair is rumored to be holding out for a restructured arrangement.
-ESPN announced its SEC/Big 12 lineup today and it has the Texas Longhorns coming into Rupp on Friday, December 5. This announcement also, incidentally, signifies that I will now officially think about the Texas Longhorns one more time per year than I normally do, which is zero times per year. But hey, welcome Rick Barnes everybody. Seriously. Have a ball, buddy.
–We’ll also be playing UCLA in Chicago on December 20. I sure do hope they bring their cheerleaders, because they are some pretty, pretty gals.
-As the NFL draft news heats up, rumors are abound that Johnny Football doesn’t want to play in Houston, and he doesn’t want to play in Jacksonville, either. Which means that if the Solidgoldsburg Diamonds don’t draft him, he may still end up in Cleveland. Poor guy. He deserves so much better. He seems like such a great, great dude.
-What’s that? You’d like a picture of Samuel L. Jackson hanging out with Judge Judy? Coming right up, sir or ma’am!
-There is (or was, until the feds ruined it) a gigantic cockfighting club in Floyd county. I know! I was shocked too! Especially when I learned that it wasn’t one of those low-budget, everyone throw money into the ring cockfighting clubs like I see in movies, but rather a joint with a full-service restaurant for those who like to keep their cockfighting on the classy side. Guess I’ll have to go back to dingy underground clubs for my cockfighting. Thanks a lot, Uncle Sam!
-If you’re planning on calling into the radio show tomorrow and you have man-parts, you better think again. It’s ladies’ day, buster. That means only ladies’ calls will be fielded by the boys. So women of the BBN, prepare to call in and puzzle them with the exquisite mystery which is womanhood. Should be a fun one.
–Well, this has been fun, hasn’t it? I’ve certainly enjoyed myself. You, however, need to stop staring at your iPhone now before the Baltimore Orioles’ Steve Pearce nearly disintegrates your face with a blazing foul ball. What, you’ve never sat on the front rows of News & Views before? You gotta stay alert, my man. (click for the .gif)
Keep your internet dial turned here for the rest of the day and let’s see what happens, okay? Okay.