Back in the late 1980s when Bruce Hornsby was probably at the peak of his pop/rock star persona with his band The Range, he wrote a song called The Old Playground. The smooth Virginian probably could have guessed given his musical acumen that there were great things ahead of him in his professional career, but he was rolling the dice of serendipity when he wrote the following lyrics to the song:

Take me to the old playground
Where the old ones rule, and the young ones do their time
Take me to the old playground
Where the talk is cheap
And the restless stalk the baseline

The old sage frowns, he says just pass it on around
But all-world junior’s pulling up from downtown
For some it’s a way out, for some it’s a way in
Most of us don’t even care
We’re just looking for another gym to get in

All-world junior may not be pulling up from downtown, but he is capable of going with a windmill reverse jam off the bounce.  Check out Keith Hornsby, a freshman guard at UNC Asheville, who also happens to be the basketball-playing child of the three-time Grammy winner.

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