Aaron Torres brings you a great story tonight of Kentucky fans, well, being Kentucky fans. Torres has been overwhelmed all season at the passion and excitement of Big Blue Nation. To thank fans for following his work Torres published this article which delivers a sample size of his favorite email replies sent in by Kentucky fans in the last several days since UK’s loss to West Virginia.
I was struck by one email in particular. The third paragraph in the first letter, by Melissa M., provides a perfect sense of real life Kentucky fandom. Nothing in that paragraph is out of the ordinary, and everything she had to say is completely true. A simple T-shirt literally is the opening of what could be a lengthy conversation that you will always remember. I have had my fair share of these “T-shirt” moments. On one occasion in January I spoke John Wall with a guy in a waiting room in a Toyota dealership in Florida. On another, a few years ago, I sat on a bench on St. Armand’s circle in Sarasota, Florida and talked UK hoops. All you need is the shirt and the door is open for a good UK basketball conversation and a new friend.
I wanted to share, however, my best T-shirt moment. The one that stands above them all. I was dating a girl and our adventures took us to Sedona, Arizona. Red Rock Country. Hiking Sedona’s trails and high-tailing it to the Grand Canyon would dominate all of our time–with less than a week to see it all. The gal was from California and had no concept of Kentucky basketball. She soon would. One day we (and when I say we I mean some of her family too) make our way into an ice cream parlor in the heart of downtown Sedona. I am mostly quiet, because I’m in the presence of her family that I’m just meeting, so most of my time is spent staring at the ice cream choices and waiting to throw my order in. A random couple behind us recognizes my long-sleeve Ale8 shirt. If you don’t know what Ale8 is, you’re not from Kentucky. But this couple sees the logo on the front of my shirt and can’t help but ask if I’m visiting from Kentucky (it’s only a logo, the word “Kentucky” is nowhere on the shirt….you have to know that logo to even think of starting up a conversation about Kentucky). I tell them my story–that my family tree is deeply rooted in the Bluegrass–and it is no surprise that I end up eating over half of my two scoops with this nice couple whose son played (at the time) football at UK. By the time we are done befriending one another they acknowledge my grandfather’s business, in which they remember his products very well, and we of course speak mostly of Kentucky basketball and the issues Tubby was having at the helm. It’s worth stressing that these situations usually involve the question-and-answer of which town in Kentucky you are from, followed by perhaps a few moments of related stories (grandfather’s business, for example) and finally ended with at least 75% of your time discussing the state of the Kentucky basketball program and coach and any memorable moments you have of the current season or any other season or player that relates. It’s quite wonderful actually. One of the few times in life where predictability never gets old. By the end of our meet-and-greet I realize that I not only barely got my ice cream order in with the people I came to the shop with, but I took that ice cream and walked to a different section of the shop away from my crowd to have this conversation with the Kentucky folks. With just a little ice cream remaining I walked back over to my group and simply said “Sorry, they knew my family from Kentucky” and we carried on. We really did talk long enough for my party to finish their ice cream and be ready to leave the store. It has to be at least a little surreal for a Californian and her family to watch a dude from Kentucky embrace a random couple like that, in the middle of Sedona, but it’s the reality of the people of Kentucky. We’re just one Big Blue Nation, and as another emailer mentioned you don’t have to have ever set foot on campus to “get it.” It’s in the blood.