Filed under: Bread City, Photography, Poetry | Tags: Nostalgia, Ohio, Polaroid Photography, Slang
holding packs of crayons/
we call that burnt sienna/
cleveland browns bandanna/
my ferrari antenna.
Filed under: Basketball, Bread City, Photography | Tags: 1990s Aesthetics, 1990s NBA, Billy Baldwin, Internet Culture, Knicks City Dancers
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Back to the streets.
Filed under: Basketball, Brawls, Bread City, College Basketball, Philosophy, Sports Photography, Video | Tags: Dave Winfield, Luke Witte, Mugging in Minnesota, Ohio State, University of Minnesota
As our team sat in the dark, dingy locker room … I emerged from a near-comatose state and jumped up, wanting to finish the game. I have no memory of anything that occured from halftime to the next morning … What happens to the human psyche when a person suffers traumatic harm? What does a person do with the deluge of emotions that infiltrates his mind and changes from minute to minute? One minute I felt that everything would be fine, that healing was happening. The next minute all I could think about was hatred and retribution … Emotionally and philosophically, I was in a crisis. Ron Behagan, Clyde Turner, Corky Taylor, and Coach Bill Musselman had become objects of what philosophers Jeffrie G. Murphy and Jean Hampton call ‘moral hatred.’ … After college, I played for a few years with the Cleveland Cavaliers in the NBA, but I never played with the same intensity of enjoyment that I had before the Minnesota game.
– Luke Witte’s post-brawl account is excerpted from an essay on forgiveness in Basketball and Philosophy. Sports Illustrated called the fight “the most vicious attack in college basketball lore.” This was Witte’s face. He is now a pastor.
On my way down to the lobby
reach quick now it’s a robbery
Arabs rushing in
smashing the antique pottery.
Luckily we rigged
the whole room booby trapped
they look under the rug
and get blown up.
