To the best of my knowledge, the last fib (aka lie) I told was to the late Mickey Furfari in the summer of 1967.
WVU athletic publicity director Eddie Barrett had left to take the athletic director’s job at Marshall. I was his youthful, 23-year-old assistant and I got his job, in large part because Mickey, Bill Evans, Jack Fleming and other media hounds told WVU athletic director Red Brown I was up to the task.
As I settled into my new position, I got a call one day from WVU basketball coach Bucky Waters. He was at his summer basketball camp somewhere in Virginia or North Carolina.