While the accommodations are much nicer now, it wasn’t unheard of for D1 teams to fly private even back in the day. We took to private planes to Fayetteville to play Arkansas in 1978 with the SWC Championship on the line. We won 2 of 3 and before we boarded the planes to go back our HC (r.i.p., TC) gave us 20 minutes to make a beer run so we could celebrate on the flight back. It wasn’t a well thought out plan as there were no bathrooms on the private planes. As the beer was downed and nature called we found ourselves in an uncomfortable dilemma. Out of desperation we began to fill the empty bottles with recycled beer. And that went okay until we hit some air pockets. I don’t need to tell you what we smelled like by the time we landed at Easterwood Airport - but we didn’t care!