I spent many summer days shooting hoops in Ralph's driveway with good friends Jeff, Ralph Jr, Mike, Mark and many others. One day, Ralph (or Mr Kops as I always referred to him) was out in the garage and when the b ball rolled his way, he picked it up took a shot; he missed sinking it in the net but he flung it so hard it rattled the backboard. We all had a good chuckle and he smirked as he went back in to the garage muttering "That should count for something.." :)
He and his family were (and are) very good people. I was always welcome in their house (a privilege I'm not convinced I always deserved) and it will always be a good memory.
I will smile up into the night sky in his honor.
Scott Rosema