Brown blew into Atlanta with his motor mouth running. On Wednesday he mentioned three planets (Mercury, Venus and Pluto), three pole vaulters ( Sergei Bubka, Joe Dial and Billy Olson) and three entertainers (Lou Rawls, Barbra Streisand and Bob Knight) in a single press conference. On Thursday he introduced Atlanta black radio personality Othello (Chico) Renfroe, a former minor leaguer with the Minot (N. Dak.) Mallards, who 33 years ago had his shoes shined by a bat-boy named Dale Brown. On Friday he skipped practice entirely to tell the press many things, among them how he would prefer to live "between East Germany and West Germany." And on Saturday, just hours before tip-off, he kibitzed with pro wrestlers Dusty Rhodes and Ric Flair in a TV studio.
"Have you ever met Imelda Marcos?" he asked one writer.
The scribe hadn't had the pleasure. Imelda, however, has met Dale Brown, and she should be required to list that fact on her asset sheets.
On Saturday, Brown switched his thoughts to a great American homily. "These guys dare to love one another," he said. "And if that sounds drippy, I don't apologize. I'll get my frontal lobotomy after Dallas."
Dallas is where Louisville awaits. "LSU has no chance," he said. "Heavy underdogs. The Tigers can't win."
And Dale Brown shot his lethal grin.