Yup. They couldn’t even win one of those either.
RE Commissioner's Tournament.......
The 1975 game was one I attended but don't remember much about it. I arrived at the arena late listening to the introductions on the radio, and while speed walking from deep in the parking lot to beat the tip, in my fashionable shoes with the massively high heels, I stepped on a rock and severely sprained my ankle about a hundred yards from the ticket window. I sucked it up continued with a significant limp to the marble and glass windows. As I reached for my wallet the pain intensified and I noticed that I could either keep my knees locked or my head up but could not do both at the same time so I alternated for a few seconds. Then I suddenly just passed out and fell backwards on the sidewalk, evidently whacking my head badly.
The next thing I know a KY mountie was leaning over me and inquired "Son, have you been a'drinkin?" I responded no. He followed with "Son, have you been a do'in something else?" and once again said no and explained the ankle issue. So he and the Red Cross wheeled me into the concourse for free, and the cop stuck around and asked if there was anything he could do, so I handed him a few bucks and asked him to buy me a Coke and a hotdog. Two sips in, the sugar rushed cleared me up pretty well, he shook his head in amazement and I was free to go.
Recognizing I was at risk I immediately hatched a plan to look around and find somebody I knew from Nashville to accompany me home after the game. So I hobbled around the whole game and if I saw anyone I did not recognize them. Would have helped if they were not an Orange school too I guess. We of course lost the game to Bowling Green and late in the game during my now frantic search for assistance I got right down to court level, somehow within feet of the action and I noticed when I looked at a player under the bright lights I could only see one side of his face... UH OH. This was not my first concussion, so I knew the deal. I had no intention of seeking Louisville medical assistance for the night.
To make it worse I was completing my first week of work for a new company and was driving a company car, I could not remember what it was, and lost all perspective of the entrance I used. Needless to say the only backup plan I had was to wait till most of the cars had left the lot and roam around. Took a while but It worked, I spied a familiar car hobbled all the way to it and was determined to get back to my Nashville apartment so I used those old KY Turnpike, in the middle of the median, gas stops and would buy a few bucks of gas and pay an attendant (yes kids they used to exist) to bring me a couple of cups of coffee too, until I was way south and filled all the way up and limped on in, in my 1974 Ford Galaxie land yacht.
Pretty embarrassing having to tell the new boss I could not show up for my second Monday at work due to a sprained ankle and a concussion. Clearly not my favorite UT BB memory. Lost by 8 or 10 if I remember right, but I obviously would not bet on it.
Sorry for yet another War and Peace length way back machine memory.... but you brought it up.....