I was playing basketball for the University of Massachusetts in 1965, and one night we were playing UConn in Storrs, Connecticut. I had the unenviable task of guarding a kid by the name of Wes Bialsuknia, known as the “Poughkeepsie Popper.” He was a deadly shooter from the perimeter, and I “held” him to 21 points in the first half. My coach was a guy by the name of Johnny Orr, who later moved on to coach Michigan and then Iowa State. We walked into the locker room at halftime, and coach Orr came right over to me, and his midwestern accent blurted, “Hells bells Meola, that Bialsuknia is tougher than whale manure.” Until this day. I’m still trying to figure out what whale manure looks like.