It was Cotton Nash. I was playing on the 8th grade team as frequent sub, although only in the 7th grade. The coach made a believer out of me that I could play some ball, in that, the first organized ball, in which I had participated. He shared newspapers, and magazines of Cotton, who was a huge item at the time, In this day and time, Cotton would have been a media sensation, and worth millions. He had it all, could play, handsome, million dollar smile, articulate, and he just had “IT”.
The Texas Western lost was my first heartbreak in life (still is number on a short list) and I was devastated. My Dad, who had survived polio, following WW II, after surviving Normandy and the Battle of the Bulge, tried to explain that it wasn’t the end of the world. He had seen the worst, and lost the use of his legs as well. He never was successful at really doing much to get me over that loss, to a young impressionable Kentucky country boy, That is the bitterest UK loss to me, outside of 2013 to Wisconsin, with not playing Anderson as a third.
Go cats.