(Warning: Contains graphic sexual content.)
I was eleven when the Memphis Tigers, led by John Calipari, Joey Dorsey, Robert Dozier, Chris Douglas-Roberts, and recent Memphis Grizzlies free-agency pick-up Derrick Rose advanced to the Final Four for the first time in 23 years, and the Championship game in 35 years.
It was April 7th, 2008, and my brother and I loaded into a packed Malco Paradiso theater for the NCAA Championship game — a special screening on the largest projector in the house for about twelve bucks a head.
The night of the NCAA Men’s Basketball National Championship between the Memphis Tigers and the Kansas Jayhawks was a much darker affair than the other humid summer nights spent at the Paradiso pitching quarters into the Time Crisis or House of the Dead machines in the arcade.