Apparently, one of the current players on Bakersfield’s team reminded them both of Kebu, and his athletic prowess, which he displayed not only for the Roadrunners, but for the Runnin’ Rebels of UNLV. Tall, and still looking to only being a few pounds shy of their fighting weights, both men chatted with one another throughout most of the game, with the banter and knowledge that typically only those who have played the game regale themselves with.īy the third quarter, with the game still a battle, the discourse turned to the play and NBA career of former Roadrunner, Kebu Stewart.
I propped up my court sweeper against the bleachers next to the tunnel leading to the locker rooms, and proceeded to plop down in front of a couple of gentlemen, obviously fathers of the players, but also men of past athletic glories. I would always arrive early, and catch the game, not only as a sign of athletic solidarity towards my hoops brethren, but also to gauge where everyone was going to party after the game, with the hope that I would get everything done before 1am, to catch up with by then heavily inebriated co-eds. On the night in question, I was tasked with post game cleanup of the bleachers, and mopping down the court, and oiling the ancient and smelly hardwood for the next game, be it NCAA sanctioned, or just indoor dodgeball that some of us athletes would take as course credit. He would get us on really early morning, and late night weekend shifts, in order to keep the cops at bay, so to speak. The job wasn’t too bad of a gig – the boss was a former football player at UCD, and would tacitly get athletes jobs who weren’t terribly well off financially, in order for them to earn a little coin to do extravagant things, like eat, and buy toilet paper, instead of stealing it from the Rec Hall. Yours truly, then a hard working, student-athlete with too much gel in his hair, and a rabid obsession with the band 311, was moonlighting as a janitor (illegally, mind you, per NCAA rules regarding student athletes working jobs). The home team Aggies, against the Roadrunners of Cal State- Bakersfield. It’s a basketball game at the vaunted Recreation Hall on the campus of UC – Davis. …Picture it, about 1999, 2000, in the humble village of Davis, California. Who the hell is this Doc, and why is he tripping balls, and humping my couch?
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