[Fatt Jones]

As we head into the postseason those old familiar feelings are starting to build. I have great memories of basketball, that go back further than I wish to admit. I remember playing games in eastern KY with family using a milk crate as a rim. LOL. I also remember playing pick-up games in Louisville on crooked rims with no nets. A warm breeze, a ball dribbled, the swish of a net, a cheering crowd. All special memories for a guy now in his fifties. Here's hoping that every kid playing in the post season makes a lasting memory.