I was an officer in the USAF stationed in Colorado Springs, Colorado from 1992-1995. This was before the days of watching/listening to every game on the internet, etc. As a UK alum and huge CATS fan, I was having all the classic symptoms UK Basketball withdrawal. One winter evening during the 1992-93 season, at about 10 pm Mountain Time, I drove east on the Colorado prairie until I could pick up the WHAS midnight rebroadcast of the UK-UT basketball game. Once I found a good signal, I pulled over on the side of the road. A Colorado Deputy Sheriff pulled up behind me and asked me what I was doing. I told him, “I am listening to a UK basketball game on WHAS out of Louisville, which I can’t get in Colorado Springs.” He just laughed, shook his head, wrote down my license and left. I listened to almost the entire game on the side of the road, until the signal faded for good after the Cats had the game well in hand!
One of my favorite UK memories occurred when I was just 12 years old and was still developing my lifelong devotion to the Cats. The year was 1978 and UK was the defending National Champion. At the time, UK and Notre Dame played an annual game and that year it was at Freedom Hall in Louisville. My father, to our delight, had secured some upper (very upper) arena tickets for the game. So, on a freezing cold December 30th, 1978, we trudged across the frozen parking lot to watch the battle of the Cats vs. the number two ranked Irish. Although UK fell behind and was trailing with 10 mins left to go, the crowd was electric and ready for something magical to happen and something magical did. Freshman Dwight “The Blur” Anderson took over the game with flash and style and punctuated one of his steals with coast to coast sprint ending with a thunderous dunk. Other players obviously contributed that night, but Anderson was the shining star. We enjoyed watching Notre Dame’s Bill Laimbeer, Kelly Tripucka and their teammates struggle and become frustrated (for years, by brother and I called arguing a call “pulling a Tripucka). UK eventually went on to win the game, but not before teaching me how to mock Digger Phelps (“Diiiiiggerrrrr!!!”), how to enjoy a game from the upper reaches of an arena, and the thrill of seeing your team beat a rival in person. Although I’ve watched many live games since that night, that game will always be special as memory I share with my Dad that we talk about even to this day.
– Kevin Grebe