Russell Court

The last time I was there, which must have been 30 years ago, that small dirt court seemed like it was the size of a postage stamp. I still don't know how someone didn't fracture his skull running into the chicken coop on the right hand side of the court, or hitting a tree branch chasing a ball out of bounds. After awhile you learned to use one of the branches above the court to gauge your shot if you were taking a long one from the right hand rear corner, and also to use the hill on the left hand side to give you a height advantage if you were driving to that side. As I remember there were a couple of choice spots high on that slat backboard that deadened a shot just enough to fall through the rim if you put the right english on the shot.