I’m growing tired of talking about Fred Hoiberg.
Had you asked me three months ago, I would have waxed all about the ball boy days (though I wasn’t alive for that). I would have brought up the house that built him five blocks from Ames and the 1,993-point career in the cardinal and gold; the 10-year NBA tour through the Midwest and the heart misfortunes; the picture-perfect family and the stint in the Minnesota Timberwolves front office.
And last but certainly not least, I would have talked about the time The Mayor returned to save Iowa State basketball.