By Dave Morrison
The games were, on a whole, about as competitive as a game of basketball could be, both beautiful in their skill and talent and brutal in their sheer competitiveness.
It was Mullens, in another era.
Bygone, probably, yet the legend of those days remains. It was kind of a Rucker Park, Appalachian style.
Like the others that grew up on that playground asphalt, Rob Fulford looks back with fondness on those days of his youth, when he found out what it was like to be a man on the basketball court.
