Truth be told... I’m not Karsten. Took his name as my boneyard handle because of the simple, yet profound impact he had on me as a UConn fan. In 1988, I was a senior in high school in NYC and a rabid UConn fan - despite not having access to televised games in my area. WSTC wasn’t yet carrying games on radio, and I had to aim my antenna just right to get a fuzzy WTIC signal. My best access was a two day old copy of the Courant and Ken Davis’ byline.
So on two different spring nights, with my Fairfield Stags fanboy best friend in tow, I walked up to the box office at MSG and bought 10th row foul line seats for $18 and watched a two-season walk-on (who officially played one solitary minute in his UConn career) root as hard and demonstratively for his teammates from the bench as I have ever seen a basketball player support his teammates. From the moment that NIT final ended and I watched the late Jeff King climb atop the basket, Karsten Kibbe earned the total and absolute respect of this UConn fan. Really no surprise that Steve Pikiell mentioned Kibbe in his introductory Rutgers presser and Calhoun has mentioned Karsten on occasion in some “remember when” articles. Class act.