We were in a rut. We were in grass-contemplating McWilliams football purgatory, three years removed from the sesquicentennial oil meltdown and the resulting budget slashing at UT. I was a junior and people were already lamenting the Armadillo and the passing of real Austin. All I knew about basketball was that the women were very good, and the prior men's coach had been nicknamed "Kaiser Bob." People told me not to bother going to games. I didn't know what the sweet sixteen even was, or the "great eight", as it was sometimes called then. Then came Penders, then came the spring. Man, that changed fast. I still remember the noise in the Drum, I still remember all of their names, all of these years later. I remember a spontaneous parade on the drag after the Panama Myers block, people hanging out of car windows, spraying Shiner onto the sidewalk. We've had some great players, some amazing moments, but no one changed the program like the BMW. Thanks for writing this, and blessings for the family and for Lance, taken too soon.
I loved Penders' style and BMW lit the torch. Lance could shoot from anywhere, drive, pass, and play balls out on defense as well. I attended several games in 89-90. Although I had been a hoops fan for a generation by that time and although I was a UT Ex I became a casual Texas fan with Lemons and a hopeless fanatic with BMW.
As Galindo's [much] better second half, he occasionally caused me to grit my teeth when he misused the word "parasitic" to describe two or more players whose mesh on court was perhaps "symbiotic". Nevertheless, the bright sparkle of his personality will be missed by a great many of us.
We were in a rut. We were in grass-contemplating McWilliams football purgatory, three years removed from the sesquicentennial oil meltdown and the resulting budget slashing at UT. I was a junior and people were already lamenting the Armadillo and the passing of real Austin. All I knew about basketball was that the women were very good, and the prior men's coach had been nicknamed "Kaiser Bob." People told me not to bother going to games. I didn't know what the sweet sixteen even was, or the "great eight", as it was sometimes called then. Then came Penders, then came the spring. Man, that changed fast. I still remember the noise in the Drum, I still remember all of their names, all of these years later. I remember a spontaneous parade on the drag after the Panama Myers block, people hanging out of car windows, spraying Shiner onto the sidewalk. We've had some great players, some amazing moments, but no one changed the program like the BMW. Thanks for writing this, and blessings for the family and for Lance, taken too soon.
Too young.
I loved Penders' style and BMW lit the torch. Lance could shoot from anywhere, drive, pass, and play balls out on defense as well. I attended several games in 89-90. Although I had been a hoops fan for a generation by that time and although I was a UT Ex I became a casual Texas fan with Lemons and a hopeless fanatic with BMW.
As Galindo's [much] better second half, he occasionally caused me to grit my teeth when he misused the word "parasitic" to describe two or more players whose mesh on court was perhaps "symbiotic". Nevertheless, the bright sparkle of his personality will be missed by a great many of us.
Thank you, Johnny for your reminisces, as well.
Love this. For so many reasons.