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Tribute to Curt Price is well deserved

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.

Local guys like Curt's lifelong pal, Levi Phillips, Mike "Twig" Jones, Tom Neal, the late, great Bobby Wesley, John Jividen, Joey Holland, Ned Tiley, Gary Monk, Steve Revercomb, Harry Carpenter, Tom and Lee Havorka, Dennis Harris, Monty Smith, Dickie Russell and Jimmy Smith were among the regulars who played.

One night shortly after Curt first joined us, I had the unenviable task of guarding him and being guarded by him.

I found that when I would go for a rebound, Curt would quickly pull down on my shirt or grab my arm to gain leverage and keep me from getting to the ball.

I was stunned and told Levi about it and said something like, "Man, surely he doesn't need to do that to me."

Levi just laughed and said:

"That's just Curt; he usually guarded the best offensive player and drove them crazy with his sneaky pulls and tugs; the refs rarely caught him."

I felt better after that.

"The King" is a classic.

J. Timothy DiPiero

Charleston

DiPiero is a lawyer with DiTrapano, Barrett, DiPiero, McGinley & Simmons, PLLC in Charleston.


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