Dr. Kendall Crowns

It was during the 1993 national championship game for the NCAA tournament in basketball, or March Madness.

Kansas University was playing the North Carolina Tar Heels, and the winner would be crowned the NCAA champion.

The next day, though, after the game, we were scheduled to have several very critical tests, but the professors said if Kansas University won,

the tests would be postponed for a few days.

But if they lost, the tests would proceed as normal.

All my classmates were abuzz with, oh, if they win, we don't have to take the test for another few days and we'll have more time to study.

Some were like, oh, forget it.

I'm going to study anyway.

For me, I was really hopeful that KU would win.

And that night, I had the game on my television.

But I didn't have the sound on because Lane's television was so loud I could hear the announcers through my ceiling.

I was half-heartedly studying and watching the game, but by halftime it wasn't looking good.

I knew that a true fan would not have given up and would have had faith that KU would have won.

But this was medical school, after all, and I couldn't fail a test.

I turned off my TV, slipped on my shooting range earmuffs, and started studying.

After about an hour or so, there was a sudden boom.

My overhead light shook and dust fell from the ceiling onto my papers.

I took my earmuffs off to hear what was going on.

I could hear Lane screaming and destroying his TV, and by the sounds of it, his apartment.

Kansas University had lost, and the tests were going to happen, and Lane was not happy at all.