My father always used to tell me that the greatest time to be alive in the history of Milwaukee was the summer of 1977. Marquette was rolling off a national championship and the Bucks had the number one pick in the draft. Who'd they pick? Kent Benson. Everyone who followed basketball in the Brew City was riding high that summer as my dad used to tell it.

My dad's buddy even named his son after Kent Benson after he knocked up his high school girlfriend that summer. He always used to tell me that the kid should be glad the Bucks didn't pick second that year because then his name might have been Otis Birdsong.