Razor's Ride: Bike Report Day 1, Part 3: Hoosier Daddy?

While planning this trip, the three of us could not find anything much of interest to go see along the way. Indiana being a basketball state, I found the gym where the movie “Hoosiers” was filmed. It is located in Knightstown. Getting there was about 45 minutes out of our way but it was only another hour to get to the hotel.

While driving to our next destination, I thought it was ironic that Bobby Knight, former head coach of the Indiana Hoosiers, had a town named after him. Damn, I love Indiana.

To be honest, Pat and Matt are not much sports fans. Pat loves his Bears and Matt would be OK if ESPN fell off the face of the planet. I am slowly converting Matt to following football. He just does not know it yet but back to the trip.

Another part of Hoosiers Historic Gym was the fact that I could not find the hours or contact any staff to see when the hours of operation was. The guys were really cool with going anyway and I really appreciate it.

Once finding the gym in the middle of an older neighborhood, I became a little giddy like a school girl. Then I realized that the building looked empty and no one was there. Pat and I walked up to the doors while Matt watched the bikes.

Pat pointed out that they just closed an hour ago. In my mind, we just did not drive out of our way to show up at the door and not get in. There was a couple set of doors. I checked the first one. It was locked. Doh!

I go to the second set. BOOM! It opened. I excitedly look back at Pat," Holy Crap, its' open. I am going in."

Then I realized there was another set of doors. My god, the gym is open. Pat and Matt waited outside. I walked into the lobby and looked at the cases full of the movie memorabilia as well as local artifacts. I then peaked into the gym. There she was. Just like the way it was in the movie. I could not get over the fact that the floor had a high wax finish that just shined. It took me a minute to walk in but once I did, I got a bit of an adrenaline rush. I walked the entire gym, out on the floor, and then quickly back out to get the guys. I left my hat between to the doors just in case the door locked behind me.

I got Pat to come in because I wanted some pictures taken of myself. Matt was a little harder to convince but he came in. I almost pulled a Clark Griswold on him. "Rusty, we did not come all the way to see the Grand Canyon just so you could sit in the car." I am glad it did not come to that.

After snagging a few pictures, I had to find a ball to take at least one shot. Matt found some sitting out on a display case. I grabbed it and headed to the free-throw line.

With my jacket on, I took a few dribbles. I am thinking about squaring up and not missing this shot in front of the guys. More importantly, don't let it be an air ball. I put up the shot.
Yes! Yes! This might be nothing but net.
No! No! The ball bounces off the back of the rim. The ball bounces straight up into the air. Hits the rim once. Bounces back up again. Then swoosh! I score. The crowd goes wild. Pat and Matt carry me off the court on their shoulders.