Dave was peering ahead to see if Kezar Pavilion was open. "You've got to see this," he said. "It's straight out of Hoosiers." The doors were open. We stepped into 1955.
Dave was peering ahead to see if Kezar Pavilion was open. "You've got to see this," he said. "It's straight out of Hoosiers." The doors were open. We stepped into 1955.
Dave and I both played basketball in high school, and we loved the (literal) old-school gyms, dimly lit, often sunken below the level of the stands. We sat on a bench and watched the games, itching to step out onto the court and play. The game, between two Catholic schools, was well played. These boys knew their stuff.
"The Warriors used to practiced here way back," said Dave. We sat back and let the
ancient film reel play in our minds before