Joe Richey
Joseph "Joe" Richey (March 30, 1931 – April 4, 1995) was an American basketball player. He was an All-American at Brigham Young University (BYU) and later played in the Amateur Athletic Union.
Joe Richey, a 6'1 (1.85 m) forward from St. Johns, Arizona, played at BYU from 1950–53. Richey was a three-year starter and led the Cougars to berths in both the National Invitation Tournament (NIT) and NCAA tournament as a sophomore in 1951. While the Cougars bowed out in the second round in the NCAAs, they won the NIT – defeating Dayton 62–43 in the final. This team is regarded one of the best in BYU history.
As a junior and senior, Richey led the Cougars in scoring at averages of 14.6 and 17.6 points per game respectively. He was known for his quickness and was a strong rebounder for his size, averaging 6.5 rebounds per game for his career. As a senior in 1952–53, Richey again led the Cougars to the NIT, though this time the Cougars stay was a short one, ending with a first round loss to Niagara. Richey was named a second team consensus All-American at the conclusion of the season. Richey finished with 1,178 points for his BYU career.
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In sentimental ruins, where thoughts that have no fire
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Like cuts that have no wounds and knots that have no ties,
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Sentimental ruins, where thoughts, they have no fire
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All your little lies
And all your little lies
And all your little lies