The weekend before the Martin Luther King holiday was a fitting time to watch "Glory Road." It is, of course, a great sports movie. Josh, Chris, and I did all we could not to stand and yell for the guys from El Paso--even though we knew the outcome. Chris said he wanted to scream "he stepped out!" when Jo Jo White's heel went out of bounds. There is also the humor that we locals can appreciate when these young men are traveling through West Texas for the first time. One of them wants to borrow a quarter to call his mom so he can tell her he's the first black man on the moon. But the hard part is watching the horrible racism the team faced at home and as they traveled. There is a powerful scene where the black players are huddled together in a room trying to figure out whether Dr. King's way (of nonviolence) is the right way. I'm sure the vicious racism they received all over the country is accurate. Whether Coach Rupp's racism (as depicted in the movie) is accurate or not, I just don't know. I've read that in his forty years of coaching, he only recruited one African-American player to play at Kentucky and that was at the very end. But maybe all that means is that he missed an opportunity to be remembered as the guy who helped break the barrier. It's a good weekend to read again this essential speech from American history.