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"Tuesdays with Marty"
So, with college basketball starting up, I thought it time to share this story with all of you. One summer, I worked as an intern at a public affairs office in a school in Boston. My boss, a journalism professor, was a huge basketball fan who moonlit as a coach for a local high school. Because of his connections with other coaches in the area, he was able to meet one Frank Martin, future coach of the Kansas State Wildcats. At the time, Martin was a lowly assistant for Northeastern University's team, but nonetheless, my boss was excited to meet a guy who was connected with big-time college basketball. (I know Northeastern isn't necessarily "big-time," but for the sake of this story, please indulge me.)
My boss met with Martin a few times, discussed basketball, and the two seemingly went their seperate ways. One night, however, my boss received a call from an unknown number. It was Frank Martin, and he wanted to head out for some drinks. At a strip club. My boss decides, "Why the hell not?" and so off they went to some titty bar. Now, I should let you know that it wasn't just my boss and Frank Martin; it was a bunch guys, mostly high school coaches from schools in or around Boston. Suffice it to say, my boss was loving every minute of this night. Soon, however, the night took a dark turn (pun intended, and you'll find out why in a few seconds). After about an hour in this particular strip club, the group was asked to leave. They went to another, where again, they were asked to leave. On this went for a few more hours. Enter strip club, quickly leave strip club.
The next morning, my boss, not remembering much of the previous night, decided to call one of his buddies to find out what had happened. The friend said that the group was escorted out of about six strip clubs.
"Why?" my boss asked.
"Well," said the friend, "Marty was taking to taking the girls' temperatures."
Eventually, my boss was told what that meant. A group of high school basketball coaches were asked to leave numerous strip clubs because Frank Martin thought it fun to shove his finger up some poor stripper's ass.
