Me and Ron Mercer went head to head in a summer basketball game in '93 (He was a Jr and I was a Sr). I hit a 3 in his face. He cut me with his fingernail and I had to come out of the game. When I checked back in, he had that "I'm about to ruin this white boy" look on his face. And he did. He went baseline and did that beautiful reverse layup that he was known for, even though I was hanging off his left arm. And-1. He got in my face to let me know I wasn't on his level. And even though he was right, I couldn't back down. We chested up and had to be separated. He apologized the next trip down the floor (he wanted to look good for the coaches that were there to watch).
We'd see each other on UK campus from time to time and he would just look at me - I think he was trying to place who I was. So I just came up to him one day and said, MTSU basketball camp your Jr. year at Goodpasture. He then remembered me . . .vaguely. Said, "what's up" and went on about his way.
Same thing happened with Padgett. He was hurt when we played St. X my Sr. year at a Christmas tourney. We were by ourselves in the lobby at Singletary Center and I went up to him and said "You probably don't remember me . . ." He cut me off and said "Monroe County. I remember." We small talked about 3 minutes (he was enamored with one of our cheerleaders - he flirted with her all game from the bench) and then went on our way.
I'm legit, boys!