Cincinnati Vs. Louisville: Reliving The Keg Of Nails With Art Carmody

In our locker room there were different corners based on the layout of the room. There was “the neighborhood,” which consisted of locker #‘s 1-12, and “the corner,” which consisted of locker #‘s 13-24. I don’t know who came up with the names.
On Wednesday morning it started with “the neighborhood” tossing little pieces of rolled up tape over the lockers trying to hit someone in “the corner.” You would never know who threw what because everyone would deny it. It was like a game of Battleship. As the day went on, it went from pieces of tape, to cups, to towels, to Gatorade bottles, to whatever. It was all in good fun and we cleaned up everything so the whole team wouldn’t get in trouble. Since it was during the holidays, by NCAA rules the team has to provide every player with a meal for each day there is no class. Naturally, we had Papa John’s pizza. Well now the neighborhood now had the ammunition they needed. I had just finished taking a shower and was getting ready to get dressed when all of the sudden out of nowhere three pieces of pizza stuck together crushed me in the face. It was a direct hit. I had cheese and pizza sauce all in my hair and face. I now had to go take another shower. I had no proof of who threw it but I am pretty sure it was Antoine Sharp. Antoine, with a slight smile on his face, still denies it to this day.