He was an exchange student from Iraq or Iran.......Don't really remember , just that he had to wear a turban ..........Told me after the game he had a camel back home named Osama............why did i remember that , but forget other meaningful things........huh ......it bewilders my mind some time, but I have all the time in the world right now being retired and all that goes with it........
The final score of the game was my team won 67-27.........................I had 14 points............I really really did.................
The ending of this unique story aboot mems of the past continues when Ish and I run into each other at a concert at SIU......
It was a Jethro Tull concert and we caught up on what had happened since HS and he got some kind of visa that allowed him to stay in the good ole USA for college......I found out he was from Afghanistan , not Iraq or Iran , and he had some of his country's best export cash crop........Needless to say we became very good friends and continued as friends until I found out he had went back home when the Russians invaded his homeland.........Sad to say , but Ish lost his life by a bomb buried under a main road into Kabul......
So pardon the f**k out of me for soooooo many ...................but I was sharing a true and still to this day a sad time in my life.....
The point I was trying to make is one should explore the inner soul of others instead of judging them by their outside appearance.........Everyone's blood on Earth is red , so keep that in mind regardless of the many colors of the skin that we all come in contact with ......You might miss a good friend here and there......JMHO