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One of my favorite basketball memories at KU actually occurred on court when I got my one slight taste of D1 basketball. Pretty amazing that I got even one considering my total lack of physical talent (slow, no hops, uncoordinated), a genuine triple threat to my own team. But I had some size and (I thought) some strength. While in grad school in KU (84-88) I played a fair amount of pick up basketball in the rec gym. On a few occasions we were joined by the recently graduated Calvin Thompson who was still playing in the G league equivalent of the time, in Topeka I think. He was obviously an order of magnitude (or two) better than anyone else on the court so he mostly joked around and had a good time while we desperately tried (and usually failed) to score on him. He didn’t shoot very often, but he would occasionally decide to score. We knew it was coming because he’d be out on the wing and he’d hold the ball for a moment with a wicked smile on his face. All 5 of us on the opposing team would try to stop him by any means; holding, ramming, shoving. Did no good. He’d go through us effortlessly and slam the ball home. I gained an appreciation of the speed and strength it takes to play D1 ball on those days that you don’t get from being in the stands or watching on TV. Fun times!