Back in the mid-70s, I was at a Red Sox game in Yankee Stadium with my dad. There were fights everywhere and we were in the upper balcony. Some drunk guy ripped a Sox pennant out of the hands of a little kid, lit it on fire and gave it back to him. That memory will be engrained in my head forever.Not to be all Internet tough guy or anything, but ...if someone took a pom-pom, or whatever, from my kid and broke it in half, he'd be spitting out Chiclets. What an asshat that guy was!
(Just a guess, but it was probably Deepster.)
Similar to others, my love for UConn basketball began with Corny Thompson, Mike McKay and Chuck Aleksinas.
BTW, as a Brown grad, I didn’t love your earlier comment.