Hear me out for a second, as a young man growing up near Tulsa, OK, I loved TU basketball and wanted nothing more than to play there. As weird as that is. Now, to the summer of 2000, this young Shooter Jones believes he is a good basketball player and decides to attend one of the Bill Self Basketball camps at TU, loving both TU and Bill. It was a 3 or 4 day camp, where you got to stay and stuff, was going to be the highlight of my life*. About a month before, Self sends a letter out about being excited for the camp, with itineraries for meetings and everything, a few tee shirts, shorts and a reversible jersey with Bill Self camp logos all over them.
Days before the camp, Self is hired by the Illinois fighting Illini and skips town, not sure if he ever set foot in it again actually. So we get to camp and he's nowhere to be found. It ends up being a bunch of washed up assistants and former players (actually Pooh Williamson was there, which I enjoyed) that put it on, can't really remember if it was really unorganized, just remember being pissed the whole time. Well anyway, Bill never shows his face, not once, and at some point during THE BILL SELF BASKETBALL camp, Buzz rough ridin' Peterson gets hired and comes in to give a speech, all I could really remember was how he talked and trying to figure out whether or not he had a speech impediment. He left and didn't show his face again as well.
Anyway, maybe not as enjoyable as I remembered, but my hatred for Self began in June of 2000.
