When my grandfather left his uncle’s rural Canadian farm to go to college, he had no idea what the future held. He thought he wanted to become a minister, but what was uppermost in his mind was that, whatever he did, he wanted to fi nd a way to help people. He had no idea he was going to invent the game of basketball. He had no idea even that he was going to go into physical education. He certainly had no idea that the game—intended merely as an activity to fi ll the winter months between the sports of football and baseball for a rowdy class of 18.
