Roosevelt Jones is hunched over a MacBook, watching me giggle at him. Well, not at the real him. Not the one sitting next to me inside an office at Hinkle Fieldhouse.
We’re watching six or eight clips of Jones’ old-man game. Highlights, you might call them. The Butler coaching staff put together these clips at my request, and Jones is watching them with me at my request, and this is pretty much what both of us knew would happen:
Jones, careening through the lane like a Weeble Wobble, launching shot puts and scoops into the basket. Me, giggling at the screen and rewinding and giggling some more.