Confessions of a Basketball Junkie

As I watched Notre Dame survive through five overtimes to beat Louisville last Saturday, I had this overwhelming sense of déjà vu. Here I was pulling for Louisville, knowing full well that the Irish were going to win the game. It was destiny. I’ve seen it before. It’s a well-ordained script. Not just the luck of the Irish, but also perhaps some divine intervention. At least, the Catholics believe.

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Spiritual awakenings are common in basketball at all levels, but at the college level it borders on the epiphany, where the devoted and frenzied fans drive it up a notch. Note the sign from the Georgetown faithful in the photo above. Earlier this year, Villanova channeled higher power to knock off top-rated teams Louisville and Syracuse in succession, even though they’ve struggled through the year, losing 10 so far.

I confess I draw my basketball compulsion from Catholic school. We only had one sport at little Holy Name of Jesus, the one we played in the gym/convocation center. We played on our lunch break and after school, and I followed the team religiously by bus all over western Kentucky, as a back-seat busser and aspiring sports writer. I was writing basketball game stories for the local paper when I was in high school, so I felt like a player.

Our little Catholic school would compete far above its enrollment or weight class. Boys would live in the gym, firing up shots from all over. There were no 3-point shots back then, but the long jump shooters were the heroes. We might not be able to mix it up underneath with all the big boys, but we could shoot over them, with amazing regularity.

That is what makes basketball such a great sport, the truly beautiful game. You don’t need to be the biggest and baddest, you just have to be the smartest, with the best-practiced skills. And above all, you have to play together. There’s no “me” in basketball, at least not at the winning level. Even Michael Jordan needed his Scottie Pippin and Steve Kerr. He couldn’t go it alone.

That’s what I was thinking, back in 1983, when I recruited a couple of Hollywood, Fla., cops to fill out our three-on-three city league roster. I was the player-coach, and we were definitely challenged talent-wise, with a couple of shooters and one ball-handler, not much else. I took advantage of the opportunity to draft two African-American players – one 6-7 mobile big man and a quick, agile guard who handled and could shoot.

We were three young editors/writers at the local Sun-Tatler, medium-sized guys with medium to slow speeds, so the infusion of talent may have rocked the boat a bit. My good friend Alan didn’t like it, and he told me so, but I really wanted to run and play at a higher level. And we did win more games than we would have otherwise.

There is nothing to compare with the feeling that you share, when you’re in motion, got a hard-driving notion, just running with the glides. I wrote that to my brother David and he turned it into a song, not exactly knowing what I had in mind. Later he says, I thought you were talking about racing cars in high school, and hanging out with the cool guys. It became a mixed metaphor:

We’re not likely to see this song picked up by CBS to serve as background for the NCAA tournament, but it still revs me up, makes me want to run and (if I could only jump) dunk. That three-on-three format also served as a lesson for me later as a coach for my youngest daughters, from ages 8 through 17.  You have to run, beat the other team down the court. At tryouts I would always look for girls with the best ball-handling skills, who could keep their heads up as they raced down the floor with the ball. (Yes, they also tended to be soccer players.)

I probably over-coached and under-fathered in that situation, but I would get excited. I pushed the girls to beat the other team to the basket, ideally off steals. I taught the girls how to trap the ball and force bad shots, drawing on Kentucky’s successful 1-3-1 half-court zone press of the Joe B. Hall era. The idea was to take advantage of our speedy transition game. We managed to compete in every game enough girls showed up, winning the championship once.

Sticky defense, good passing, fast break: That’s what I look for in a good basketball team, and why I think Indiana is poised to win the NCAA tournament in March, barring one of those five-overtime spiritual haymakers. Cody Zeller and Victor Olidipo are great players, and the Hoosiers also have good ball-handlers who defend, rebound and quickly push the ball down the court. They lead the nation in offense, but their offense is predicated on their defense.

Duke, Gonzaga, Florida and Arizona can stake their claims, but the best teams are in the Big 10 this year – Indiana, Michigan, Michigan State, Ohio State, Wisconsin, Minnesota, Illinois, all with a legitimate chance to make noise in the tournament. We could see at least two Big 10 teams in the Final Four for the seventh time in history, most recently in 2005.

But nothing is assured in college basketball, so don’t take my well-informed judgment to the bank. In particular, beware the little Catholic schools with the big crosses on their shoulders and no conscience with their shots. Besides Gonzaga, Georgetown, Marquette and Notre Dame are contenders, as are Creighton, Temple and Xavier. Anything can happen. But expect entertainment, excitement and a few miracles along the way.

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Echoes of History

“Workers have kept faith in American institutions. Most of the conflicts that have occurred have been when labor’s right to live has been challenged and denied.”

John L. Lewis

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John L. Lewis

Today is the birthday of John L. Lewis, who presided over the United Mine Workers of America for 40 years and set in motion organizing campaigns that resulted in the creation of the Steelworkers, the Auto Workers, the Communications Workers, the Utility Workers and other industrial unions.

Lewis’s Congress of Industrial Organizations (CIO), which used creative tactics like sit-down strikes and “flying squadrons” to support strikers inside and outside plants, energized a generation of manufacturing workers and forced employers to negotiate better working conditions, higher pay, pensions and health care benefits – things we take for granted today.

Lewis was an impassioned speaker who struck fear in the hearts of coal barons and politicians as much as he commanded reverence from coal miners and other industrial workers he represented. Today, as Peabody and Arch Coal try to offload their responsibilities to miners, using the bankruptcy court and a shell company it created, Patriot Coal, Lewis would be in a full-throated roar in the streets of St. Louis, where the bankruptcy hearing is underway.

A few weeks back, hundreds of miners rallied outside the bankruptcy court and marched to Peabody headquarters where some joined UMWA President Cecil Roberts in an act of civil disobedience, sitting in the street and getting arrested. They are back tomorrow, Feb. 13, with more choice words for the robber barons.

Among the legacies of John L. Lewis is the UMWA Welfare and Retirement Fund, negotiated with the government to guarantee that mine operators provide health care for miners and their families. After all, miners had risked their health – and even their lives – working in the most dangerous conditions to ensure that the energy needs of a nation would be met, in war and in peace.

The UMWA Fund that Lewis created built eight hospitals in Appalachia and established numerous clinics, changing permanently health care delivery in the coalfields. Today not only are miners and their families facing devastation with the loss of their health care, but those communities – including doctors, nurses, technicians and other medical staff – are teetering on the brink of economic catastrophe.

Stay with the powerful video that follows to see what’s at stake in the bankruptcy hearings in St. Louis, and why the UMWA is engaged in what is literally a life-and-death struggle. Will our nation allow these communities to be abandoned and these families to be cheated out of their legacy? They deserve our support.