- I guess I don’t get the overall #1 seed thing. According to people smarter than me, Florida is the #1 overall seed. Then why, pray tell, are they not in the South bracket or facing the winner of the play-in game. As I understand it, the NCAA rewards the highest seeded teams by placing the in their “home brackets”. Additionally, aren’t the teams playing in the play-in game seeded 64 and 65? Isn’t that why they have to play in that craptacular game? I’m having a hard time figuring out why Kansas gets the winner of that game? Of course, you won’t hear me complaining about Wisconsin being the #2 seed in Florida’s bracket? Not by a long shot.
- Speaking of messed up, if you have a queasy stomach, you might want to skip down a paragraph or two. Yesterday, while watching the SEC Final with a friend of mine, we noticed that Bill Raftery is not married. Shocking, I know. Well, since it’s not secret that I find Raftery endlessly amusing, this new found fact led to a round of jokes about Raftery and his voracious appetite for, um women of the night, if you will. Some of the lines uttered included:
- C’mon, just give the big guy a little kiss!
- And she unleashes the puppies!!
- I don’t have a lot of time. How ‘bout a little nickel-dimer?
- (my personal fave): I want you to lick, my onions!
Alright, with that out of the way, I’m going to move on to the story of my Friday night. Well, not the night actually but rather the stories that came from my Friday evening activities. I ended up hanging out with a couple of my friends as well as a co-worker of one of these friends. The night was pretty standard fare for the weekend, lots of drinks and all around douchebaggery except for one detail. My friend’s co-worker had formerly been a basketball player at the University of Cincinnati. He only played at UC for one year before being injured and transferring to a Division II school but not before he spent a freshman year with one of the all time “Whatever happened too…” guys: Dontonio Wingfield.
You may remember Wingfield, then again you may not. He only played one year at Cincy before leaving school and being drafted in the second round by the Seattle Supersonics. As I remember, Wingfield lasted a year or two in the league before moving on to a career overseas, or maybe into a maximum security facility. I wouldn’t be surprised by either, to be quite honest. Wingfield was the personification of the early years of the Huggins led revival at Cincinnati. Players with tons of physical talent and little regard for rules, the law and most of all academics. Wingfield set a UC record for most points by a freshman in his debut game (breaking the record of Oscar Robertson) when he dropped 37 (if memory serves) points and then went on to set a record for fewest classes attended by a freshman at any University in the history of ever. I’m not 100% sure about this record, but I think I’m close here. Anyway, below are a number of stories about the Cincinnati program (some include Wingfield, some don’t) that, while not overly shocking are certainly entertaining:
- During a halftime tirade by Huggins, Wingfield picked up a shoe out of his locker and threw it at Huggins, hitting him square in the head. Huggins was nonplussed.
- Lazelle Durden set the record for most 3 pointers made in a single game during his junior year at Cincy, with 9. Durden was hammered during this game. Like stinking, slurring hammered. According to my source, he’d been drinking gin for the entire afternoon leading up to the game.
- Damon Flint was a world class bama. He could barely read, we’re talking like 3rd grade level here. Oh yeah, he didn’t shower either. Like, ever. Apparently when the guys on the team would go out after games, he would just put clothes on over his uniform and go out like that. He’d literally hang out all night in his sweaty uniform.
- On the day he declared for the NBA Draft, Wingfield was served with 2 paternity suits in addition to being formally kicked out of school. He failed his entire course load.
- Danny Fortson (while in high school) was so angered by being shown up by my source during a summer league game that he actually came off the bench and clotheslined him while he was running full speed downcourt on a fastbreak. I guess not everything was Huggins’ fault.
- Wingfield’s pregame ritual is perhaps my favorite story though: It seems Dontonio would come over to my source’s dorm room and take a shit in his bathroom. Whilst shitting, he would smoke an entire blunt by himself. Of course, all of this was done with the bathroom door wide open to the adjacent rooms. As my source tells it, he came home one day early in the season to find Wingfield doing this and, Wingfield was so happy with the results of this activity on that evening that he decided to make it his pregame ritual for the entirety of the season. Every home game, a big shit and a bigger blunt all in his teammates bathroom.
That’s all I’ve got for today. Are you not entertained?
8 comments:
Awesome. You continue to amaze me with all of these inside sources.
That's hilarious. When are you coming up to DC?
Yeah, I had the same reaction as you guys.
I'm flying up to DC next Monday night. I'll be there all day tuesday and (hopefully) flying back on Wednesday morning. I'm not 100% on that yet. I'm trying to make it Wednesday so I can have a few drinks on tuesday night.
Sheeeeeet!!! I'm in Alabama during the week.
With Clay Davis? That's exciting. I tried to get my training switched to Thursday so I could stay for the weekend but Whitey wasn't having it.
Sometimes you just gotta dance to Whitey's tune.
On a different note, Bob Huggins used to look like a high-level Russian mafioso when he coached at the 'Natti. Now, surrounded by the purpleness of K-State he looks like one of those gay guys who plays the piano at the mall piano store.
I know that I told you that I used to go to Bobby's dad's b-ball camp back in the day. His dad was old school and always made comments that made it clear that he hated to watch his son's teams play. Just hilarity, even as an 8th grader.
According to my dad, Charlie Huggins (Bobby's dad) was just an awesome coach. Apparently the only other sport his players were allowed to play was Cross Country, and that was so they'd be in shape for basketball season. He also had the no girlfriends during the season policy. I'm also guessing he had the no gin, no pot, and no assaulting police officers rules too.
Clearly, Charlie Huggins was a better (and more bitter) man than his son. At the very least, I'm sure he'd never choose to wear purple.
As for my gig in Montana, Joe. I like to pack on a few lbs. when I play in the red states. You know, to make the locals a little more at ease with me. I also try ot keep my screaming to a minimum.
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