One very fond memory actually took place in Manhattan. A long time ago. Must have been the early 90’s (it’s not even 5am, don’t feel like researching it).
For some reason I was at the game by myself. We got our assses handed to us the whole game. Just played awful, so I was pretty quiet.
We fought back slowly and by the last possession we were down 2, I believe. With 3 or 4 seconds left Steve Woodberry brought the ball up the court quickly and, with time running out, launched a loooong 3 point shot which he drained and we won by one point!
I launched out of my seat, arms raised, double fist pump and screamed “HELL YEEEEAAAAHHH!”
And everyone in the building heard me because, after Steve’s shot, it got stone cold quiet in there and apparently I was the only KU fan there that day.
It was a long, tense walk to my car.
