Wayne was a gentle, jovial man. I was a student at USU at the time and saw his
final game with Denver, setting records that night in a game he owned (I think
the previous high was owned by Max Perry). The descent from 4th North to my home
was treacherous in a large snow storm. I must have preceded Wayne off the hill
by just a matter of minutes, spending a brief time at my Frat house before
leaving. I vividly remember his little brother being given a basketball by
President Chase at the memorial service in the Fieldhouse. It was a very sad
time. Also burned in my memory are the telegrams and newspaper clippings from
all over the country posted in the old Union Building.
Yes, that is how I remember the story. I was nine years old that year, and was
just getting old enough to have basketball heroes. Wayne Estes was one of such
basketball gods for me (along with Dick Nemelka at BYU).
Correct me if I'm wrong, but I understood the story to be that Estes was
actually trying to help someone else who had been in a car accident when he came
in contact with the power line.
I remember well the night he died. May be he was the greatest player to play at
any Utah School. Great young man. Mark