I know everyone is posting Abraham, Martin & John, but I hate that song...

On April 4, 1968 the bus carrying the Quinnipiac Braves (there's irony in there somewhere) baseball team was en route from Hampton Institute to Maryland State (now Maryland-Eastern Shore) on their annual Spring southern trip. We (included in the 'we' are Johnny K, Gene Z, Steve the Bod, The Gool, etc.) would play primarily all-black colleges on the trip, and we would sometimes end up hanging out with the other team at night. On this date, as we pulled into the Maryland State campus, the bus was stopped by campus police, who informed us that Martin Luther King had been killed in Memphis and things were getting a bit testy on campus. Needless to say, we never played that game, although we did spend the night in our barracks on campus, awaking the next morning to the sounds of a student march passing right in front of us. It was eerie, but everyone was cool.