A recent tribute to Curtis Price brought back a lot of fond memories for me.
The first time I ever saw Curt was in 1967 when he was a junior and his Charleston High team came from behind in dramatic fashion in the state regional finals to beat an excellent Huntington East team at the Memorial Fieldhouse in Huntington.
Curt played great and had a reputation even then of being not only a superb player, but an equally adept musician.
Sometime during that summer a couple of buddies of mine and I planned a "big" triple-date trip all the way to Kanawha City to see "The King" and his band perform.
We danced the night away and were not disappointed.
I followed Curt's career at WVU, but I didn't realize until after college that he was a better man than he was an athlete or musician.
Following in the footsteps of his father, Curt has always been a class act.
He's a kind, caring person, a great family man and a dear friend to many.
But he's not perfect.
Back in the late 70s and early 80s, about every Monday and Thursday evening you could find a highly competitive basketball game going on at the First Presby gym.
That's where I really got to know Curt.