Why I won the bracket challenge

Some of the following are misleading, but all are true.

1. I am 5’11’’. I can shoot, but I can’t go to my left.
2. I went to UofL.
3. I played college basketball.
4. I was on the floor in Dallas when Milt sank the free throws.
5. The ring is a genuine, untouched original.
6. I did not buy it.
7. It has, and has always had, my name engraved on it.
8. I was not a trainer, grad assistant, or any other nonplaying member of that team.

I’m does-anybody-else-miss-the-ABA-old, not I-once-got-my-shot-blocked-by-Charlie-Tyra-old.

YES. I have the same name as my father. Also true that the ring just has the last name.

Let me anticipate a question. No, my father is not in that picture.

I’ll give you FLOOR SEATS — I sat with the band, as hinted to Quinn. I was 19, a student at UofL at the time. My mother and father were at the game, but up in the stands.

I’ll also give you INHERITED.

As a graduate student at Oxford, I played for Lincoln College and on the B-team for Oxford itself. The Lincoln team had a guy who had been a walk-on for Duke, but 95% were American high school level players. (The Oxford A-team had a British semi-pro, the Duke guy, and some Americans who had played college football or baseball at places like Yale, Grinnell, and Navy.)

No and no.

Family friends, though. In middle school, one of the Olsens (I forget which), while playing for Kammerer, threw an alley-oop to Herb Crook, who dunked by leaping completely over my head. I learned the lesson to never again be the one who gets back on defense in transition. In my memory, the score of the game was 82-7, which I think isn’t too far off. In the return game at our gym, we were ahead in the second half. We lost by 20 or something, but talk about moral victories.

Ring was awarded to my Dad. (Paragraph 4 the one of interest. He was faculty rep to the athletic department at the time.) For about 20 years, his bald head dotted the “I” in LOUISVILLE at the scorer’s table as the camera panned the court at Freedom Hall.

The lady hoopster up top was his mother, Ethelmae Tuell. Also a championship doubles tennis player with Burt, Sr.

And this is me, Burt III. What a letdown.

Now. Who the heck is G?

This puzzle is obviously driving everybody insane.

And I’m a fan of any football coach who kicks back 7 figures to expand a university library.

I may have to John Elway this, and just walk away on top.

he will dominate British basketball.

The Card Chronicle collective blog IQ is probably 10 pts higher than Vegas would set it.

But that was pretty distracting for a week when I already have to find excuses not to be working on Thursday and Friday.