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Old Sport Shorts: Basketball Jones #353

It’s been several weeks since I’ve written about sports, primarily because my teams have not been competitive.  The only exception has been the Indiana University soccer team that won on penalty kicks last night over Michigan State to advance to the College Cup (Final Four). I have been following them all year, as they remain undefeated in match play. The only blemish on their record was a penalty kick loss to Wisconsin in the final of the BIG tournament. Thankfully, that nightmare didn’t repeat itself, as they faced the other undefeated conference foe in a similar situation with a different result. I.U. has only given up 6 goals all season long, never more than one per match, and in fact had never been behind until the first minutes of last night’s battle. They managed to tie it up in the second half, and hold off the Spartans to get the victory. It would have been a tragedy to have never lost, and yet finish second in the conference, second in the conference tournament, and not have a chance to play for the national crown. They now have that chance in Philadelphia next weekend, in a quest for their ninth national championship in program history, tying  St. Louis for the most in NCAA history.

College soccer has filled that gap between another miserable Indiana football season and the start of college basketball, my preferred sport. “Jonesing” is a word used to describe having a fixation or addiction over something. It’s origin apparently comes from Jones Alley in Manhattan, associated with drug addicts. In my case, the round ball addiction really started when I was in college and Coach Knight was hired. “Basketball Jones featuring Tyrone Shoelaces,” was a song by Cheech and Chong back in those days of 1973, as I was getting ready to graduate and an incredible string of victories was about to start. That’s when I got hooked on the game, and began to “jones” for the tip-off of each new season.

Basketball Jones – I got a basketball Jones – I got a basketball Jones oh baby oh

As an I.U. Basketball fan, I have seen three national championships and numerous conference championships, so I’m very spoiled. In recent years, however, I’ve seen nothing but frustration, including losses to Ft. Wayne and Indiana State, teams that were not even factors during the glory years. Today, it’s a fourth straight loss to the Michigan Wolverines. NCAA violations, new coaches, players leaving for the NBA, and lack of in-state recruiting has compounded this frustration. I’m simply not getting the satisfaction from the basketball drug that I’m reluctantly injecting in my system. As a result, I’m losing interest in the sport, and relying on baseball and soccer to stimulate some adrenaline. The Chicago Cubs, Portland Timbers, and I.U. soccer have provided temporary contentment, but nothing will ever replace IU basketball in my heart.

The IU Football team just lost the Old Oaken Bucket to in-state rival Purdue, and along with it any chance to go to a bowl game this year. More frustration! The PK80 Basketball Tournament that I just attended, only served to remind me how much I miss a competitive basketball team. To be associated with solid programs like Kentucky, Michigan State, Duke, and North Carolina makes me envious, especially knowing that as a Hoosier I was once part of something special in the basketball world. It’s now down to soccer and next week’s match against either Fordham or North Carolina. If we can’t beat them in basketball or football, maybe we can do it in soccer, and that will have to do for now. There will be another season to jones over, and until then other fans will get to enjoy the joy of victory that I once knew in the Bob Knight years.

Old Sport Shorts: Basketball Wars #278

I’m thinking back to 2008, as my friends and I made plans to travel to the Maui Classic to watch our Hoosiers win.  The year before Indiana had made it into the second round of the NCAA Tournament, losing a tight game to UCLA, who went on to the Final Four.  Things looks promising for the first time since the Bob Knight era, so we were anticipating a great season,  and a great time in Hawaii.  However, soon after we booked the trip,  on February 22, 2008, in the midst of  Big Ten action, Coach Kelvin Sampson accepted a contract buyout and resigned from his position, following allegations by the NCAA.  Rick Greenspan also resigned as Athletic Director, and former player, Dan Dakich, became the interim coach.  Despite all the turmoil,  I.U. finished 25-8 for the season, 14-4 for 3rd place in the Big Ten, and 20th in the final Coaches Poll, but lost to Arkansas in the first round of the NCAA basketball tournament.  We were still optimistic.

During the off-season, Armon Bassett and Jamarcus Ellis were dismissed from the team, and Eric Gordon complained of teammate drug use. Tom Crean from Marquette was hired as head coach, and from that point out it was “the last one out please turn out the lights.”  D.J. White left as a Senior, but other notables also exited to other opportunities, including Jordan Crawford, and DeAndre Thomas.  Eric Gordon went pro, so a complete re-building of the program was necessary.  We would be traveling to Maui with the distinct possibility that my friends and I might be needed to play.  None of us had played since grade school.

The 2008-09 season started with a couple of cup-cake victories before the Maui Classic.  The team managed to salvage a narrow two-point victory against host Chaminade, after losing badly to Notre Dame and St. Joseph’s.  Freshman, Tom Pritchard was the sole hope for the future.  The good news was that we didn’t have to sit in that hot dark gym to watch beyond halftime of the 38-point blowout by the Fighting Irish, and could enjoy the beach and sunshine.  That season couldn’t have finished soon enough, going 6-25 overall and 1-17 in the Big Ten.

The NCAA imposed a three-year probation on Indiana, and Sampson moved on to the Milwaukee Bucks.  Eric Gordon, now a current NBA star, was the focus of Sampson’s recruiting violations.  Gordon had previously committed to Illinois, but decided to go to Indiana.  I remember attending the Hoosier and Illini game in Champaign, IL just two weeks before the Sampson dismissal.  Indiana won a two overtime thriller on an impressive night by Gordon.  I was embarrassed for the Illinois crowd and Eric’s family in their treatment of EG and his coach, with unrepeatable racial slurs and taunting.  I didn’t think they would leave Assembly Hall alive that night, especially after a couple of Gordon daggers to seal the victory.  I’ve never seen an angrier crowd at any sporting event.

We didn’t leave Maui angry, just tanned, but as the years went on I began to realize the frustrating impact of the firing and coaching change.  Crean had his moments, but Knight’s success will forever be the standard at Indiana.  As we enter another season, Archie Miller will now take the reins under A.D. Fred Glass.  Both are great additions to the University, and together they bring new hope.  However, the Indiana Basketball reputation has dropped in perception, and top recruits have flocked elsewhere.  As I watch today’s ESPN coverage of the shoe scandal, I’m intrigued for two reasons.  First, I wonder if the scandal will extend beyond Adidas, and include local, industry-leader, Nike and even UnderArmour?  Secondly, I wonder how much of a recruiting advantage that Adidas branded schools like Louisville, Auburn, Arkansas, Oklahoma State, and U.S.C. had in recent recruiting wars.  It could very well be that many other schools enjoyed the benefits of shoe company incentives.  Hopefully, Indiana is not involved in these kind of practices, since it too signed a 53.6 Million dollar deal with Adidas!  Plus, too close for comfort, is the fact that Archie Miller’s brother Sean is the head coach of Arizona, their program also under investigation by the F.B.I.  Indiana University could not afford another set-back in our basketball program, although it would be just like Tom Crean to leave us with the shoe scandal hanging over our heads.

As the PK80 college basketball tournament event comes to Portland, I hope that Nike is not using similar tactics to lure schools and players to their brand.  Today’s firing of Rick Pitino at Louisville, the highest paid coach in college basketball, is probably just the beginning.  Maybe they need to look down the road at Kentucky and their contract with Nike.  However, that’s just a personal suspicion, fueled by years of frustration with John Calipari, who even Bob Knight never trusted.  He felt the same way about Pitino, and now we know why.   Perhaps, it was the heated competition between Louisville and Kentucky that caused Pitino to break the rules.  What about his son at Minnesota?  These are questions that I have, all out of bitterness about thriving programs at Kentucky, Louisville, and even Minnesota.  Maybe success in basketball truly is all about the shoes.  I never felt that I could run faster or jump higher in my PF Flyers, but financial success on the basketball court today is all about the combination of an NBA and shoe contract.

 

 

Old Sport Shorts: Da Bears #273

Rarely have I had a chance to write about Da Bears.  I went to my last game at Soldier Field last Halloween, and saw a rare win over the Vikings the day after seeing the Cubs win game 5 of the World Series.  Fellow I.U. alumni Jordan Howard was outstanding for the struggling Bears, as he was today versus the Pittsburgh Steelers.  Although the Bears tried to shoot themselves in the foot several times, including a disastrous goal-line fumble and stepping out of bounds during a potential game-ending touchdown run,  Howard carried them into the end zone for a 23-17 overtime victory.  It looks like a big day for my favorite Chicago teams.  The White Sox are beating the Royals 8-1 and the Cubs are one inning away from winning three in Milwaukee. Rarely, do I see all three Chicago teams victorious on the same day.  Couple that with an I.U. football victory over Georgia Southern yesterday, and I probably couldn’t ask for much more this weekend.  Although, the Cubs walk-off loss yesterday was painful and the Ducks fell short against Arizona State.  Maybe the Timbers can also win later this afternoon.

Former White Sox, Jose Quintana, is two outs away from his 7th victory for the Cubs.  Ryan Braun grounds out for the Brewers, who will fall to 9-10 on the season against the division leading Cubs.  Travis Shaw pops out to complete the Quintana complete game shut-out.  Three hits is all he allowed in the 5-0 victory, but most importantly the full nine inning performance was much needed for a tired Cub bullpen.   The Magic Number drops to 2, as the Cubs travel to St. Louis for the next four games.  Three out of four in Milwaukee was beyond my expectations, hoping simply for a draw.  A split against the Cardinals would earn the Division title again!  Holy Cow!

Seven games are left in the regular season, and the Cubs hold a 5.5 game lead on Milwaukee and 6 games on St. Louis, with a total of 87 victories.  At this point, the Cubs will travel to Washington to play the Nats in the first series of the Playoffs.  The Nationals have won 94 games, with Miami hardly providing any Division competition at 20.5 games behind.  They’ve also lost 7 fewer games than the Cubs after winning today at the Mets.  Scherzer got his 16th victory tying teammate Gonzales.  Arrieta has 14 victories for the Cubs, matching the third Washington starter, Strasburg.  It will be a tough away from home match-up for the defending World Champion Cubs, who won 2 out of 3 when they last met in August.  The two potential Division Champions split in D.C. back in late June, and will probably meet again  for a best of 5 starting October 6th.  Go Cubs!

While the Cubs prepare to uncork the champagne, da Bears battle the Cheeseheads on Thursday night.  After losses against Atlanta and Tampa Bay, a victory against a Division rival would even the score for the young season.  The Pack is struggling today against the Bengals, so they are Bear vulnerable.  Minnesota and Detroit are both already at 2-1 to lead the NFC North. I try to get excited about football, but with Indiana and Chicago as my favorites, I often find myself looking at baseball scores and wishing that basketball season would start.  A rare weekend like this, where all my teams are winners, gives me false hope.  Go Bears!

Old Sport Shorts: Oops #231

Just when I thought the Cubs were on a roll (see Post #228), they stumbled and fell instead.  They lost the final game of the series to the bottom-dwelling Reds and then proceeded to lose a series at Philadelphia – the worst team in baseball.  Although the Cubs outscored them 21-15 in the three games, pitching continued to be their Achilles Heel.  What makes matters worse is that the Brewers are starting to play great baseball, winning their series against the Dodgers, who hadn’t lost a series to any team since June.  Chicago still maintains a 2-game lead in the Central, but they’ll have to get by the Pirates at home and rely on the Cards to slow the Brewers momentum.  It’s frustrating to see that no team in the Central is taking command, especially the Cubbies when the schedule favors them.  Oops!

College football started over the weekend, and the Oregon State Beavers fared poorly.  I was also disappointed to see that Ohio State had a 95% probability of beating Indiana this week.  It’s embarrassing to be an I.U. alumni during football season, when you see an opposing conference team come in to your stadium and literally take-over the stands.  I once heard that I.U. takes recruiting pictures of this game, including aerial shots, because it’s the only time the stadium is full and everyone is wearing red.  It’s also the only opportunity for some Buckeye fans to see their team play, since a ticket in Columbus is hard to get.  I.U. fans are glad to sell their tickets at a premium and avoid the humiliation of another loss.  It’s hard to walk by all the temporary concessions selling buckeye necklaces and flags, while nobody is in line to buy Hoosier gear.  Once more, the fact that Indiana was chosen as their opening game opponent, like we’re a Division II practice game, makes me feel second-rate LITTLE in the BIG conference.  Hopefully, basketball season will be here soon.

Speaking of basketball,  Archie Miller, I.U.’s new coach (See Post #35) got his first big-time recruit, 6′ 8″ Race Thompson, out of Minnesota.  He’ll red shirt for a year, hoping to bolster his 4-star, #101 ranking in the 247 Sports Composite, before he faces BIG opposition.  It’s a great name for a basketball player in Indiana, home of the Indianapolis 500 and Daytona 500, but I hope he’s not slow.  I can’t wait until January 30, 2018 when Ohio State is done playing football and I.U. gets to take over Value City Arena, wearing our flashy red-and-white striped warm-up pants.  Hopefully, I’ll be proud to be a Hoosier again by that point.  At least, there will be no more Thad Motta, just Chris Holtmann, another Butler steal for the Buckeyes.

I’m also excited for the Chicago Bears, who seem surprisingly competitive in the preseason.  It turns out they weren’t booing Mitchell Trubisky, just saying TRU….  Former I.U. running back stand-out, Jordan Howard, will be with him in the backfield this year.  I had the pleasure of watching Howard dominate the Vikings at Soldier Field last year, just after enjoying the Cubs victory in Game 5 of the World Series at Wrigley.  It was quite an eventful Halloween weekend in Chicago.  Chances are that the other popular  I.U. star, Kyle Schwarber of the Cubs, won’t be getting a chance for a back-to-back World Series victory.  The lowly Phillies certainly had their say.

Old Sport Shorts: I.U. Wins It All! #161

We recently returned to Indianapolis, and while my wife took her mother to see an ear doctor, I spent some time with some old friends.  We went to Syd’s Tavern in Noblesville and shared some sports memories.  He is a sports memorabilia collector and she was a former client, who bought radio and television advertising.  I hadn’t seen them in nearly a decade, but we quickly reconnected like time wasn’t really a factor.  I had met Bill as a result of my business relationship with her, and discovered much in common, including the Chicago White Sox and Indiana University.  I would love to have many of the items in Bill’s massive collection, and built my modest “man-cave” because of his influence.  We’ve attended many games together, but our most memorable experience occurred in March of 1987.

Indiana University, our Alma Mater, was the NCAA Tournament #1 Seed in the Midwest Regional, and won its first two games in our then home town of Indianapolis.  My good friend Peter and I were there to watch them easily beat both Fairfield and Auburn, on what was essentially I.U.’s home court, just up the road from Bloomington.  At that time, conversations started brewing about following the team through the tournament, as the next game was also close-by in Cincinnati against Duke.  I conveniently planned to be in Cincinnati that Friday on business, so I was able to score a single ticket and watch Coach Bob Knight’s Hoosiers defeat Coach K’s Blue Devils 88-82.  The excitement was building!  The Regional Championship game in Cincy against L.S.U. was on Sunday, so Peter and I were forced to watch it on TV.   I.U. was nine points behind with less than 5 minutes remaining, and I remember that our dreams of going to the Final Four in New Orleans were in deep jeopardy.  Somehow, with six seconds on the clock an injured Ricky Calloway, who grew up in Cincinnati, put in the winning shot for an Indiana 77-76 victory.  After the game, we decided to go to New Orleans, whether we had tickets or not!

Bill, through his University connections, was able to get good tickets and called in need of a ride.  Peter had a place for us to stay, so my job boiled down to securing a vehicle.  We were meeting two of Peter’s friends in Bowling Green, Kentucky and added one other passenger, Mark, from Indianapolis.  The plan was to leave from my office parking lot with the four of us and pick up the other two at the Holiday Inn, just off of I-65.  The final piece of the puzzle came together after a business acquaintance of mine was able to get us a van.  We’d take Friday off, leave late in the day on Thursday, share the all-night driving responsibilities, and get to New Orleans sometime on Friday.  It was about an 850 mile trek that would take 12 to 13 hours to complete, so it seemed easy enough with each of us driving a couple of hours on four-lane highways.  We decorated the van with red and white signs and team flags, and I sat in my office eagerly anticipating a 3 p.m. departure.

About two hours before we were ready to leave, I got an emotional call from Peter, who was the main instigator of the trip.  He was the one who had the connections for our rooms in New Orleans, and had extended the invitations to the two guys in Bowling Green and to Mark.  Unfortunately, Peter’s father had just passed away in upstate New York, so he wouldn’t be able to go with us.  As a result, Bill and I would be traveling with three total strangers to the Final Four.  Plus, we didn’t even know each other that well back then.  I was certainly sympathetic for Peter’s loss, but he wanted the trip to go on despite his absence.  I was concerned, but the van was packed, tickets were in-hand, and five willing drivers were anxious to hit the road!

The three of us from Indianapolis met in the parking lot and made the appropriate introductions.  Mark seemed like the great guy, as Peter assured me he would be.  I volunteered to drive first and anxiously turned the ignition key.  Nothing happened!  The battery was dead, so I went back into the office and called for assistance.  Keep in mind, there were no cell phones at that time, so communication was a little more difficult.  A tow-truck arrived about an hour later.  In the meantime, the car dealer who loaned me the van had decided that another van would be the best option, so the revised plan was to follow the tow-truck to the dealership and make the exchange. The tow-truck driver was intent on removing the signs and flags from the vehicle, but we couldn’t lower the windows that secured the flags, so he had to take the time and trouble to jump-start the battery.   Apparently, the flags were blocking his vision behind the van-in-tow.  I was beginning to think he was a jealous Kentucky fan! Another hour passed.

We all hopped in one car and drove to the dealership that was inconveniently located on the opposite side of town.  The dealer then had to transfer the plates and paperwork, while we redecorated the van.  As we were exiting that parking lot, the van died.  Fortunately, the battery in that van was still working, so we were easily able to remove the flags and move to our third van of the afternoon.  Another two hours had gone by, and we were forty-five minutes north of where we initially started.  I was just glad that we didn’t break-down in a remote highway location.  However, we were supposed to be in Bowling Green already, instead we were at least four hours away.!  Furthermore, none of us in the van knew these other guys, what their names were, or how we were supposed to get in contact with them?  Peter was already on a flight to New York to make funeral arrangements, so he couldn’t help.  I didn’t think to ask those details while we were talking about his father.  A cell phone would have come in handy!

Finally, we were on the road and decided that since we were so late, we should call the Holiday Inn in Bowling Green.  We stopped just south of Indianapolis to use a pay phone, and a half-hour later, I finally got through to the bartender.  While I was in the phone booth, Bill moved over to take my place in the driver’s seat.  While he accelerated, I recounted the conversation, explaining that Peter’s friends had gotten to the bar early for Happy Hour, so they were already through a six-pack.  We were still over 3 hours away from picking them up, so they undoubtedly wouldn’t be fit to drive once we arrived.  At least. they knew we were on our way.  They had not been aware that our mutual friend had lost his father, but at least they knew the people we were supposed to stay with in New Orleans.  Fortunately, Bill  didn’t drink alcohol, so he continued to drive, while Mark and I enjoyed a couple of beers.  They were already starting to get warm after the cooler had been moved from van to van. Unfortunately, a traffic accident blocked our way!

Ten hours after the time when we originally had planned to leave, we arrived at the Holiday Inn.  It was approaching 1 a.m, and nearly seven hours later than anticipated. Our two new friends had been pounding beers since Happy Hour, so our first encounter with these strangers was worthy of a comedy skit.  They didn’t say their names and preferred to be called by what they were drinking.  As a result, they were know as “Bud” and “Lite Beer by Miller” for the rest of our time together.  Mark tried to catch up with them, as they passed a couple of  joints between them. I did not join them at the time, as Bill had no interest.  We stayed alert while the “Three Stooges” thankfully soon passed out in the back seat.  My sober collector-friend, Bill, was still at the wheel as a blanket of fog completely blocked our vision.   I kept an eye out for cops as our highway speed dropped to under 25 m.p.h., and the snoring in the back escalated.  As the hours slowly passed, I eventually relieved Bill at dawn after a short nap, so he could get some well deserved shut-eye.  About that time, “Bud” started to rally and graciously offered to buy Bill dinner for staying up all night.  He and Bill hit-it-off quickly, relieving my anxiety about Bill’s reaction to the pot smoking.  He didn’t say anything, but I only really knew him through his wife.  Mark and “Lite Beer by Miller” were still out cold, as we continued our foggy journey through Alabama.  It was quickly approaching “high” noon, as the van filled with marijuana smoke and empty beer can rattled against each other under the seats. It was also nearly 20 hours since our original departure time, and we still weren’t there.

There was more beer drinking and pot smoking, as Bill preferred to stay behind the wheel.  He had a restless couple of hours sleep, as I continued to fight the fog, but once the “beer twins” woke up, the van started rockin’.  They found a radio station to their liking, and continued to charm Bill.  They guided him into New Orleans and to our residence just across the river from the Superdome.  The reality of finally getting there was starting to set in, as we had all become fast friends.  There was a rally that night at the Hilton, official team headquarters, and Bourbon Street to explore.  No one seemed too concerned about where we were staying, until we walked in!

The location was great and we had plenty of room, but the entire duplex was stripped to the bare two-by-fours.  Red spray paint, marking the construction plans, looked more like the Manson murders had just happened before we arrived.  Did we somehow miss the crime scene tape on the way in?  The only pieces of “furniture” were one mattress and four lawn chairs situated around the table saw.  There was saw dust everywhere and you could see through the floorboards.  Furthermore, it was unusually cold outside, and there was no heat.  We all agreed to let Bill have the mattress, since he did most of the driving, and we bought him dinner at Pat O’Brien’s that night to further show our appreciation.   Prior to dinner, we met our fellow fans, Coach Knight and the players at the hotel that was directly across the river from our luxurious quarters.  We wore our red, sang the fight song, and wished the team well in their game against once-defeated #1 U.N.L.V.  Their only loss was to Oklahoma after a disputed bucket was incorrectly ruled two points instead of three.  The “Runnin’ Rebels” fan-base were all decked out in attitude and gold chains, as they displayed blatant overconfidence.  We tried to ignore them and spent most of the night on French Quarter bar stools, before taking the ferry back to the wrong side of the river.

I left the “comfort” of my lawn chair bed on Saturday morning with a gnawing headache.  There was one more rally before the big game, so we crossed the Mississippi from Algiers Point, once again.  “Bud” and “Lite Beer by Miller” did not come back last night to take their place around the table saw, stacked precariously with empty beer cans.  The place was starting to look more like a Frat House and less like a murder scene.  Bill, Mark, and I at least tried to get some sleep rather than prowl the bars. Hopefully, the Hoosier team was getting a good night’s rest, and the beer twins had been entertaining the “Runnin’ Rebels” all night.   We would need all the help we could get!  When we got to the Hilton, there was a giant I.U. banner hanging above us, that apparently I just couldn’t live without.  It was attached to a projection screen that moved up and down via a switch in the control room.  If I could get someone to lower the screen, I could easily run off with the banner.  Obviously, I had alcohol poisoning and wasn’t thinking clearly, but I went to maintenance and told them, “Coach Knight wants us to get that banner over to the Dome.”  I think he was ready to flip the switch and lower the banner, but changed his mind once he spoke to a supervisor.  It could have been a focal point of Bill’s collection, or mine, if I had been able to pull that off.   We walked to the Dome empty-handed.

The five of us had a variety of seat locations at the Dome, none of which were together.  Bill had the best seats, so I sat with him.  Mark had met some woman named Mary, and was up in the nose-bleed section sucking face with her.  I hope his wife didn’t mind!  “Bud” and “Lite Beer by Miller” were probably still drinking Hurricanes on Bourbon Street.  I’m not sure they were even at the game.  It was the first NCAA tournament where the players had the benefit of the three-point shot, that would surely be to Steve Alford’s benefit.  It was like the movie, Hoosiers, as most of the experts didn’t think that Indiana would be able to contain the dynamic U.N.L.V duo of Armon Gilliam and Freddie Banks.  Others felt that I.U. would have to slow the pace of the game down to even have a chance.  It was stacking up to be the classic battle of the “Good Guys” against the “Outlaws.”  I didn’t realize it at the time but we were part of the largest crowd to ever see a college basketball game.  Bob Knight elected to run with the Rebels and devised a plan to beat their full-court pressure.  The result was a 97-93 victory, despite a record ten 3-pointers from Freddie Banks.  Coach Jerry Tarkanian, “Tark the Shark” choked on his towel.  Steve Alford had 33 points for the “Good Guys,” and we’d be staying in New Orleans for at least two more days!

“Ain’t no Sunshine when she’s gone,” became the U.N.L.V. parting blues song on Bourbon Street.  “Ding-Dong the witch is dead,” as Indiana prepared for Syracuse on Monday night.  Bill continued to show his maturity, while the rest of us acted like kids in a liquor store.  He got some rest while we sampled the wares up and down The Quarter.  After all, he had the mattress and we had the lawn chairs.   Mark continued to hang out with Mary, so I partied with “Bud” and “Lite Beer by Miller.”  We probably had 3 hours of sleep in the four nights we were there.  There was another rally on Monday, but the banner was missing.  Maybe someone else stole it?  Being in the Championship Game in New Orleans was almost like a dream.  I sat next to Bill and covered my eyes as Syracuse dominated the game.  It wasn’t until the last few minutes that I peeked through my fingers, as Rony Seikaly continued to miss free throws for The Orangemen.  I simply couldn’t watch as Keith Smart launched the winning shot.  However, Bill  pried my hands away, insisting that we didn’t drive this far to not watch the end.  “The Shot” a famous photograph that captured that historic moment, must have been taken very near where we were sitting.  Also, CBS produced the very first  “One Shining Moment,” following that exciting 74-73 finish.  It’s been a tournament tradition ever since.  I’m glad that Bill made me watch!

We left for home immediately following the game, since we all needed to be back at work the next morning.  Honestly, none of us really expected to stay through Monday, but somehow scraped our funds together,  The room was at least free, but they should have been paying us to stay there.  The construction crew had returned that morning to wake us up, so we packed everything into the van and parked near the dome for a quick get-away after the game.  Bill volunteered to drive us back, probably for his own safety.  He even battled the darkness and a freak, blinding snow storm, reminiscent of the fog on the trip down.  We were all powered by adrenaline, having witnessed a moment of sports history we will never forget.  Mark daydreamed about Mary.

As I write this story over 30 years later, I’m sure I forgot a few details and exaggerated everything but the extent of our drinking.  I see my friend Peter on a regular basis, and just had the reunion with Bill.  Peter continues to stay in touch with “Bud” and “Lite Beer by Miller,” and I’ve followed them both through Facebook.  Mark is still with his wife, with Mary as a faint memory.  I had been to New Orleans in 1982 for my very first Final Four experience, so to return with my Indiana team as the victor made it even more special.  Coincidentally, I recently stumbled across a framed copy of the front page of the Indiana Daily Student, dated March 31, 1987. (See Post #60).  I was surprised to find it in Portland, Oregon of all places, where pot is now legal, by the way.  It hangs in my office, where the I.U. banner from New Orleans should have hung, if that maintenance guy would have just flicked that switch.  The headline reads, “IU Wins It All!”  I know – I was there!

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Old Sport Shorts: Just a game #132

Baseball is just a game!  I have to remind myself of that today. as players that “mean something to me” have let me down.  I can handle it when the errors are made in the field, but it’s those made outside the game that leave the worst taste in my mouth.  I should know by now that the combustible combination of youth, success, status, and wealth often leads to disappointment, and it’s no different in baseball.  These players are human beings not Super Heroes!

I’ve been following the Oregon State Beavers this baseball season, and the success of their pitching staff.  My interest started in their very first game this year when they battled my Indiana Hoosiers to a 1-0 victory.  They went on to win 28 of their first 29 games and continue in the NCAA tournament with a current 20 game win streak.  Fans, including me, in this area were following the team’s success closely, and then the shocking news came out!   Their ace pitcher, Luke Heimlich, is a child molester, and I can’t get the disappointment out of my head.  How does this happen?

The reaction from Oregon State University officials remains non-existent.  How could a college athlete earn a scholarship with this on his record, and how can I even think about watching today’s game?   Is it the train wreck syndrome?  I hope for the sake of his teammates, they are able to overcome this blemish on their success, but the entire season is tainted by one player’s selfishness.  Maybe Vanderbilt will put us all out of our misery, and we won’t have to hear about this for the rest of the College Word Series?  Otherwise, we won’t know if the fans are booing or saying, “Luke?”  Or will it get worse when he’s called in to start in today’s game or a potential elimination game?  What if he even throws one pitch in a critical situation?  I found it ironic that Indiana University just recently led the college nation in adopting a policy banning athletes with a history of sexual or domestic violence, yet the team lost their first game of the season in-part against a pitcher with such a history.

Speaking of domestic violence, the Cubs’ Addison Russell was back in the line-up today after being accused on Social Media of abusing his wife.  Whether it is true or not, it also struck me as disappointing that his name was in the news for anything other than baseball.  I might have even cast-off the ugly accusations as not even possible if it weren’t for the Oregon State situation.  The combination of the two stories took away from my enjoyment of the games today.

It’s hard to understand how great athletes find themselves in troubling situations.  They were given a gift that is too many times taken for granted.  I will give Addison Russell the benefit of the doubt, but I have a much harder time in doing that for Luke Heimlich.  Was he a victim of abuse himself?  His coach, Pat Casey claims that he’ a “good kid.”  Regardless, he needs to distance himself from the team.  Several Major League teams have apparently already drawn the line when it comes to the draft.  If he does get an opportunity to play at the next level, we can only hope that he donates his time and money to supporting women’s, and little girls’ rights!

Baseball, under the grim circumstances, was not a friendly game today.  The underdogs, Sam Houston State and Davidson, fell apart late in their Super Regional games against Florida State and Texas A & M, respectively.  Also, the Cubs are off to a “rocky” start against an ugly Colorado sweep at home, dropping once again below .500 for the year.  They showed some championship-style in the sweep against the Cardinals last week, but their rivals have since proven that they are one of the worst teams in recent franchise history.  To make matters worse, the White Sox can’t get by the Indians in the standings, a team with Cubs’ revenge on their mind.  Off-field problems and poor play take the fun out of the game.  Yes, it’s just a game, but when the game isn’t going your way, it can be a nightmare!

Old Sport Shorts: The Mighty Schwarber #119

Since his return to the Cubs for the 2016 World Series, Kyle Schwarber has taken advantage of spotlight moments.  Despite the leg injury that left him out of the line-up most of last season, he returned just in time for the Big Show, and produced beyond expectations (See post #64:Schwarber at the Bat- for a tribute poem).

In the midst of a slow start this season, he was last seen wearing a leisure suit, (See post #101) and got some Topps attention along with teammate, Anthony Rizzo.  Schwarber started the year for the Cubs in the coveted lead-off slot, but was soon demoted to #2 in favor of Ben Zobrist.  Quite frankly, he’s played like #2!; and has since dropped to the bottom of the line-up, batting ninth today.

In this afternoon’s big game  against the Cardinals, he once again proved his “Might.”  The Cubs were down 3-1 in the bottom of the 7th with two outs.  We had already seen one “miracle,” when John Lester actually threw out Tommy Pham as he pushed his lead-off at first.  Since joining the Cubs in 2015, Lester has been taunted about his reluctance to throw to first.  Pham took a huge lead and the temptation was too much for Lester.  He let it fly!  Out!  It was Lester’s first pick-off since 2015 when he was with the Red Sox.

As Schwarber took the plate against Mike Leake with the bases loaded and two outs, would we see a second “miracle” today?   Both managers briefly hesitated against making a move, and the Mighty Schwarber once again had a Casey-like opportunity.  He did not strike out. The ball traveled into the bleachers over 400 feet away, and gave the Cubs a two-run lead. Schwarber watched it clear the fence, overshadowing his .163 batting average.  The Mighty Schwarber gave the Cubs a “W” and hopefully gave himself a big boost of confidence.  It was his first Major League grand slam, and it couldn’t have come at a better time.

Meanwhile, the White Sox continue to struggle in Detroit, and the Brewers continue to dominate the Dodgers and the NL Central Division.  The Sox are close to dropping into the basement of the AL Central, while also failing to keep pace with their crosstown rivals for that ultimate rematch of 1906.  The Cubs victory gives them a half-game lead over the Cardinals, but still 2 games behind the Brewers.  Could we see a third “miracle” with a Cubs sweep tomorrow night behind Kyle Hendricks?

As a fellow I.U. alumni, Kyle Schwarber is being very, very good to me!

 

 

Old Sport Shorts: Big Klu #118

A friend of my just gave me an Indiana University basketball program for a 1945 game against the Minnesota Golden Gophers.  It was six years before I was born, so to find something older than me is always rewarding.  The game itself took place in the war years, so players were lost from the starting line-up to serve our country.  The Hoosiers, were in fact coached by Harry Good, who replaced Branch McCracken on a interim basis the year before, allowing McCracken to serve his duties as a lieutenant in the U.S. Navy.  Coach McCracken, who’s Hurryin’ Hoosiers won the National Championship in 1940, would return to lead the team in 1946.

The 1944-45 season was unremarkable.  The team finished 10-11, 3-9 in the Conference, and did not qualify for post-season action.  They lost eight of their last nine games, including that 48-56 game against the Golden Gophers, following leading scorer Gene Faris departure from the team for his call to military service.  The game program was dated February 3, 1945, my Dad’s 24th birthday, and was distributed to fans during that unfortunate losing streak. My father had graduated from I.U. in 1942 along with my mother who was one-day younger. They married January 5, 1946, two days after the Hoosiers beat Butler 58-47 as part of an eight game winning streak in the final year of Harry Good’s tenure as interim coach.

There wasn’t much documented about the 1944-45 Minnesota Golden Gophers.  They were coached for that single season by Weston Mitchell and finished the year at 8-13, including a loss to the Hurryin’ Hoosiers just prior to the long losing streak.  I.U.’s Ray Brandenburg hit a last-second shot for that 48-46 victory.  James Copeland, from my mom’s hometown of Elwood, Indiana, had 11 points to go with Brandenburg’s 10, and Gene Faris, in his last I.U. game until he returned from war duty in 1947, led the Hoosiers with 13 points.

In my opinion, the real story of the 1944-45 Hurryin’ Hoosiers was a bench player by the name of Ted Kluszewski.  He was a 6’2″ freshman that year from Argos, Illinois and only played in two games.  Kluszewski excelled in football and baseball at I.U.  He probably joined the basketball team as a result of the attrition of players due to the war.  The war affected his life in a positive way, as travel restrictions forced the Cincinnati Reds, who traditionally held spring training in Tampa, Florida, to train at Indiana from 1943-45.  Kluszewski’s batting power drew the attention of Reds’ groundskeeper Matty Schwab and eventually team scouts offered him a contract.  Kluszewski hit .443 for the I.U. baseball team in 1945 and was a football star on the 9-0-1 team, where he earned first-team Big Ten honors as an End. The team finished 4th in the final AP poll, just behind National Champion Army.  Football kept Ted at I.U. until his graduation in 1946.  By 1948, he was the Reds’ starting first baseman, where in a controversial move, he cut off the sleeves of his uniform to accommodate his massive shoulders and biceps.

“Big Klu” was a career .298 hitter with 279 home runs and 1,028 RBI in 1,718 games over 15 years.  In ten of those years, he walked more often than he struck out, and during the 1955 season he hit 47 home runs and only struck out 40 times, a feat no one has yet to duplicate. He left the Reds in 1957, then played 100 games for the Pittsburgh Pirates, and traded to the Chicago White Sox at the end of the 1959 season, who were in a close pennant race.

He joined the “Go-Go” Sox in August of 1959 and powered them to the American League crown.  In the first game of the World Series against the Dodgers, he hit two home runs and drove in five for an 11-0 White Sox rout.  He ended up hitting .391 in the series with 3 HR and 10 RBI, and earned three 1960 Ford Falcons from Jim Moran, a Chicago automobile dealer.  Kluszewski also achieved notoriety in having his name misspelled on the back of Bill Veek’s ground-breaking innovation to baseball jerseys.  When Major League Baseball expanded in 1960, he was left unprotected and traded to the Los Angeles Angels for his final season.  He died at age 63, after retiring as a Reds’ hitting coach.

The 1959 “Go-Go” Sox also featured my first baseball hero, Sherm Lollar.  Sherm had a home run in game 4 of the series, the only other White Sox victory.  Kluszewski’s third homer came in game 6, but the Dodgers prevailed to take the World Series.  The “Big Klu” and Sherm Lollar connection is what makes the I.U. basketball program a special part of my collection.  It also brings the two sports, basketball and football, together for a brief moment in history; and recognizes my dad’s birthday that he probably celebrated serving our country.

Old Sport Shorts: Headlines #60

I lived in the past this morning, spending several hours reminiscing with vendors at a local baseball card and collectibles show.  I went with the sole intention of buying some Cub and White Sox baseball cards from the early 1900s, but walked away with what I consider to be a treasure. It jumped out at me as I walked by a display table, wondering what in the heck it was doing in Portland, Oregon?  There was booth after booth of Oregon Ducks and Oregon State Beavers memorabilia that I typically see at these shows around our area.  Occasionally, I’ll see Washington Huskies, Washington State  Cougars, or Gonzaga merchandise, maybe even some California team items.  It only makes sense that people in this area are going to be more interested in teams that are close by, and every good merchant knows about targeting their audience. I would have never have expected to see an item from my Alma Mater, Indiana University at a local show.   That’s why I had to buy it.

It was a framed Velox from the front page of the Indiana Daily Student, the University’s newspaper from Tuesday, March 31, 1987.  The day it was published I was in New Orleans watching Keith Smart hit a last second shot against Syracuse to claim Indiana’s 5th NCAA Basketball Championship.  It was a magical moment in my life that was the climax of an unforgettable week of travel to and from New Orleans, several sleepless nights on the floor of house that was surprisingly under construction and had no furniture,  and night after night of fan rallies, not to mention the excessive drinking and partying that New Orleans is famous for.  After all, I was 34 years young with a family and didn’t get out of town by myself very often.  Without a doubt, I overdid it, but would be happy to do it again!

Admittedly, I’m an I.U. Basketball geek!  There’s a photo of that winning shot in my home office that is called simply, “The Shot.”  I have a custom I.U. jewelry box that plays the final seconds of the actual radio broadcast of that shot when you open its lid.  I also have framed jerseys and photos from the 1976 and 1981 Championships that I was fortunate to enjoy.  By 1987 it was getting to be a habit for Bob Knight and his Indiana teams, so I always expected to go to another one.  Unfortunately, it hasn’t happened in 30 years.  As a result, I have to live in the past with these memory aids that adorn my walls.

The headline on the front page reads, “IU WINS IT ALL!”  The accompanying story focuses, as only a campus publication would, on the student celebration rather than the game itself.  It does have a box score of the game and a photo of Steve Alford, Todd Meier, and Daryl Thomas hoisting the Championship Trophy.  A copy of the paper would have set you back 25 cents, and the frame and red matting is worth more than what I paid for it this morning.  The man who sold it to me owned a moving company and got it from a Beaverton, Oregon home.  He was not sure why the owner did not want to move it again.  There was a strip of masking tape on the back that noted, “Office #11 Center Behind Lamp.”  There was also a sticker from the framing company in Mishawaka, Indiana, just about 10 miles from my home town.  I’ll never know how it ended up in Oregon, but I’m glad that I was able to give it another good home.   The other coincidence was that he just picked it up last week, so this was the first time it was offered for sale, and I happened to be there at the right time.

It was all as if it was meant to be! The framed piece and I came together, after moving across the country 2,193 miles. Oh, and one more thing! As I was loading into the trunk of my car, my jaw dropped as I took a minute to fully read the article.  In one of the paragraphs it stated: “This is what University life is all about! yelled junior Matt Gaston between swigs of beer.  I met Matt Gaston several years later in Indianapolis, so it will be a good reason to get back in touch with him.  I wonder if he ever saw the paper, or if he was too hungover to care.  Maybe it will renew our friendship, since I know from Facebook posts that he is a baseball fan and follows the Nats and our Hoosiers from his D.C. home?

Old Sport Shorts: It’s Miller Time! #35

“March Madness” has just been that!  For me it started with some hope.  Indiana University beat Iowa in the first round of the Big Ten Basketball Tournament, but that bubble burst quickly.  It had been a frustrating season with the Hoosiers starting strong with victories over two eventual Number 1 tourney seeds, North Carolina and Kansas.  It looked like a certain invitation to the NCAA tournament and an exciting year for the team.  Then the wheels fell off, one at a time. Senior leader Colin Hartman out for the year, a shocking loss to Fort Wayne, a season ending injury to O.G. Anunoby, another James Blackman knee issue, and a team that led the nation in turnovers, of all things.  Every game was a nightmare with rumblings about the future of head coach, Tom Crean.

Tom Crean came to Indiana from Marquette, a team know for its reckless brand of fast-break basketball.  The quick pace lead to turnover after turnover, embarrassing to a Hoosier Nation comfortable with a Bob Knight philosophy that stressed fundamentals and defense.  However, circumstances following the Kelvin Sampson debacle required a complete rebuild of the program and Tom Crean accomplished that challenge, winning two Big Ten Championships in his nine-year tenure.  However, the program has been a roller coaster ride with discipline problems, injuries, and tourney short-falls.  Indiana fans were used to winning, and Tom Crean was not their man to do it!

The last Indiana national championship was in 1987, with the unbeatable coach and player duo of Bob Knight and Steve Alford.  That was 30 long years ago!  Since that time, Bob Knight has turned into a bitter old man, and Steve Alford has put together an outstanding UCLA team in the tradition of fellow-Hoosier legend, John Wooden.  The I.U. basketball team went from Big Ten Champions to N.I.T. (not in tournament).  To make matters worse, they mysteriously declined the home-court advantage in their NIT opener against Georgia Tech and lost.  Tom Crean was fired several days later.  I was frankly surprised that I.U. Athletic Director, Fred Glass, pulled the trigger.  I knew Crean was in trouble, but felt the injury situation might save his job and that we would suffer through another year of disappointment.  Suddenly, it was Miller Time!

Many names came to the forefront, once the decision was made to replace Crean.  Brad Stevens topped the list that included other NBA coaches, up-and-coming college coaches, and of course, Steve Alford, always a Hoosier favorite. Alford had been a candidate to replace Mike Davis, who after “replacing the irreplaceable” Bob Knight, promptly took the Hoosiers to the 2002 NCAA Championship game but lost to future Big Ten foe Maryland.  It would have been more difficult to replace him had they won that game, but many believe that history led to a decision between Kelvin Sampson and Steve Alford.  Unfortunately, Alford was  not the winner, and Indiana eventually faced the wrath of NCAA sanctions, and the beginning of the Tom Crean era.

Alford has lost another battle in the course of those 30 fruitless years of Indiana basketball.  Following his leadership in winning the National Championship, not to mention helping Team U.S.A. secure an Olympic Gold Medal in 1983, Alford was the favorite to be the top draft pick for the Indiana Pacers.  General manager, Donnie Walsh, went against Hoosier sentiment and selected Reggie Miller as their top pick in the 1987 NBA draft.  It was a decision that turned out to be a great one.  Even Steve Alford agrees.  However, that was not the only time he was out-Miller-ed!

Reggie Miller retired as a Pacer, and was inducted in the Naismith Memorial Basketball Hall of Fame.  Alford earned the 26th pick of the Dallas Maverick, played a  four-year stint in the NBA, but only started three games over his career.  He then went into coaching, starting with North Manchester University in Indiana.  By 1995, he had moved on to Missouri State, taking them to the Sweet 16, followed by Iowa and New Mexico head coaching positions.  The road eventually led to UCLA in 2013.  Along the way, I’m sure he was considered many times by his Indiana alma mater, but it has yet to happen.  Many hoped that he would jump at the chance when Crean was dismissed, but why leave behind a promising recruiting class that he had built at U.C.L.A.?  After all, he had just achieved the Sweet 16 once again, and seemed to be in great standing with the U.C.L.A. fan base.

As it turned out, Alford would once again lose favor to a Miller.  This time, instead of Reggie, it was Archie.  Alford’s Bruins lost to Kentucky, and Indiana announced that Archie Miller from Dayton would take over the Hoosier reins for 2018.  I’m excited for the change in leadership, but disappointed that the only “March Madness” headlines that Indiana made in 2017 was the coaching change.  Budweiser take a seat, because if you were a Spike Lee hater and a current Hoosier supporter you know that in Indiana, it’s “Miller Time” once again!

 

 

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