I went to grade school with Vuke's son. The one memory of Vuke that I have as a kid is that he was a chaperone on one particular class trip to the Milwaukee Public Museum -- he was wearing gator-skin boots, and young-me asked him about said boots. I asked him if he was wearing snakeskin boots... because, you know, I was cool & knew that that was a thing. But he told me that, no, he was wearing gator boots. At the time, I felt bummed because the boots weren't made of that cool thing that I'd heard about before. In hindsight, I learned about a professional athlete's gayt-uh boots in the least flamboyant manner possible... he just wasn't bragging at all. And that memory is awesome.