I might have subconsciously posted this bc I wanted to tell a story about my friend who died about this time 20~ years ago. 5'4", 142 lb, recruited out of Bolles, FL, most laid back (aka stoned) guy ever. One fall weekend night in school we were doing stupid undergrad things, walking with a couple of wrestlers and this 7' basketball player (Chase something). It was a largish, supremely odd looking group, and we took up the sidewalk. Who do we see walking up by? Tiki Barbour (sp?). The fb player made indications that we ought to move off the sidewalk. My friend was having none of it. So, he grabbed Tiki Barbour by the belt and the back of the shirt and threw him in the street. We kept walking and just laughed and laughed. Rest in Weed, MW.