My Pilgrimage
Muslims have Mecca.
Jews and Christians share Jerusalem.
Roman Catholics have Rome.
Mormons have Salt Lake City.
Republicans and Democrats have their National Conventions.
Every basketball fan that grows up in the state of Indiana must eventually make a pilgrimage to Hinkle Fieldhouse. I finally did tonight. Aiden, kmtodd23, and I went to the UE/Butler game at the hallowed house of hoops. Although the Aces lost (they had the lead down to 6 with 3:00 to go in the game, then squandered their chances with ticky-tack fouls), it was a great experience.
After the game, they opened up the floor for people to play basketball and to walk around. Aiden was in heaven. I’ll post pictures as soon as I can. I’ll post more thoughts about the stadium with the pictures. Let’s just say that the place oozes with a mystique unlike any other place I’ve been.
And yes, I stood on the floor, looked up at the rafters and yelled, “Hickory!”
And yes, I am a dork.
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