Every Friday from now until football season, I give this post up to you. You give me your favorite, most memorable, funniest, saddest, whatever story related to UK athletics. It doesn’t have to be any minimum length although the person who send me a 1-sentence post probably will not make it. But I just want the story that you always tell your friends or means the most to you. You don’t have to use your name. Just send it to me at [email protected]
So I attended UK from 2002-2007, one of the oddest periods in UK sports history. The football team was better than the basketball team. Which I wasn’t complaining about because I prefer football success to basketball success. UK should be in the Big Ten or the ACC, we can’t compete in football with such a poor high school recruiting pool, fans need to commit to a season no matter what happens, it’s a vicious cycle, the rich are getting richer the further south you go, even if we get better the SEC already got better, the universe i
Anyways, it was April of 2007, 4 months after getting back from Nashville where I watched Papaw Brooks give Clemson the business. Tubby had just lost 11 and gotten bounced in the second round of the tourney. Think about this time young whippersnappers. Take yourself back to 07 with me when all the tanned cuties were talking football and not basketball! When the BMOC strolled into the party and stuff hit the fan it was Andre Woodson and Rafael Little, not Perry Stevenson. So suffice it to say, the basketball world was looking for an infusion of… something. Cuz what we got was Billy Clyde Gillispie. The weirdest dude I have ever met.
I was working at 1300 WLXG at the time as a board operator. Also I was busy not going to class. At the time Mr. Len Martin’s radio station was pretty lax with its security, as evidenced by them giving me a press pass for the Gillispie introductory press conference. The Craft Center was newly minted and no one had really gotten a chance to look around so I was doubly excited for the opportunity. The main press conference was held on the floor in Memorial actually, so when boredom set in I had free run of the Craft center. It was a ghost town. Every single employee, as far as I could tell was in Memorial’s gymnasium. So I did what anyone would do and promptly cracked open my first of many free gatorades. Free being the theme. You would not believe how much free stuff is thrown around with the basketball team. There was a closet off of the Craft center courts that was stocked, floor to ceiling, on all four walls, with every imaginable type of UK athletic gear. There were hoodies, tees, sweats, warmups, socks, and tights, but sadly no shoes. I settled on a blue t-shirt and an XL warmup. Black trimmed in blue, the little coat-type top and the the draw-string bottoms. Still have them. They’re swishy and way too big. I stuck my feet in the cold and hot tubs, looked in all the beautiful offices, cracked my last free gatorade, and turned to leave, only to bump into BCG. There I am with my free gatorade, a brand new pair (tags on mind you) of warmups draped over my arm, and a press pass that was for a press conference that was over and in an adjacent building.
He smiled and said “Do you have any questions?”
I said, “What do you think of Kentucky so far?”
Without missing a beat, he pulled out his phone, looked at it and walked past me not saying a word.
So I pounded my gatorade and left. Moved to Asheville, NC and watched BCG burn our team to the ground and watched Joker do the same. I guess Billy never got a good answer for my question.