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The Steal and The Shot

It’s hard to describe the combined sounds of stunned silence and wild euphoria. The Palestra was buzzing. Like most people there we just sat in our seats for several minutes. Back at the hotel the lobby was buzzing – and the swag shop was mobbed. At breakfast the next morning we sat between two tables of Kentucky fans. We talked with them. They were sad, but they knew they had witnessed something amazing. I told Pam that since we were in Philadelphia we should not miss going to see the Liberty Bell. She agreed. We went to Independence Hall, home of Liberty Bell Center. It’s an interesting museum with lots of historic artifacts and documents. We both loved it!

Liberty Bell Center

On the drive home Pam explained her Quid Pro Quo. I got the Liberty Bell – she gets to shop in Manhattan. So, we diverted into the city. Pam shopped, I waited in the car. Twenty-Eight Years Later: As I sit writing this I realize that I remember so much about that weekend because I loved it so much. One of my lifetime Top Ten. Thanks Kid.  Pam got the nickname “The Kid” from her grandfather who loved Ted Williams