Category Archives: Basketball

Seedy K’s TheVilleCap: La Familia I

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Veritas de ludo pilae in corbem immittendae

TBT (The Basketball Tournament) is but a diversion.

A curio. A Hopalong Cassidy lamp you find at Fleur de Flea that takes you back to happier times oof your youth.

It is when you can’t get a reservation for three months at the hot new restaurant with the James Beard nominated chef that got a rave review in Garden & Gun. And you settle for old Tried and True and Comfortable, even if the food isn’t quite what it once was.

But I’m a hoopaholic.

So, of course, I was tuned in at High Noon on a blistering July Saturday for the first of best of three.

The Ville vs. La Familia.

Exitus notus erat Continue reading Seedy K’s TheVilleCap: La Familia I →

Crawford Chronicles: Davenport Edition

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A thematic seam running through these Crawford Gym remembrances is how careers and teams and teamwork and lifelong friendships were there catalyzed.

Through the sweat of shirts v. skins on sweltering summer nights.

Through practice and repetition and instruction from Hall of Fame coaches and under-lauded assistants. The impact of ballers helping ballers.

Then there’s this. How life can turn in a nanosecond for a b-ball junkie from the South End, who happened to be killing time at noon between classes on the Belknap Campus.

For all the moments when college and pro superstars held court at Crawford, infatuated Scott Davenport advises, it was at the time faculty, administrators and staff only during noon lunch.

One day, there were but ten on the court while the future national championship coach at Bellarmine hung out watching in high top Chucks, jeans and a sweatshirt.

A faculty guy had to leave. One of the fellows on the court asked Scotty if he played? The former Al Pfeffer-coached Iroquois baller nodded. Then impressed the guy who changed his course. Continue reading Crawford Chronicles: Davenport Edition →

Hoopaholic’s Gazette: B-Ball Flicks Addendum

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In the aftermath of my previous post, where I weigh in on basketball movies, I received the same recommendation by two hoopaholics whose taste I am inclined to pay attention to.

One is a national online/ conference network college basketball expert of consequence. Whom I also know from conversations to be a fellow cinephile.

The other a close pal since our teens, whose hoops props include one significant heads up. He was teaching at DuValle when a couple of 8th graders were balling there.

Darrell Griffith. Bobby Turner.

His pals were thus advised of the future before most.

Our viewing tastes differ, but his take on such is not without merit.

Commenting on my b-ball movie opinionation, both mentioned as worthy the ’77 Robbie Benson flick, “One on One.” Continue reading Hoopaholic’s Gazette: B-Ball Flicks Addendum →

Hoopaholic’s Gazette: B-Ball Flicks

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Are there any great basketball-centric movies?

How I came to this diversionay consideration shall be discussed in short order.

The sport does not lend itself to the great romanticism of the national pastime.

Baseball has “Field of Dreams,” “The Natural,” and “Bull Durham.” “Pride of the Yankees” perhaps.

All beloved. Worthy in one way or another.

As for my favorite sport, only two come to mind.

Neither is “Space Jam.” Continue reading Hoopaholic’s Gazette: B-Ball Flicks →

Crawford Chronicles: Shay Edition

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He arrived at Louisville the same year as Denny Crum.

Planning to try out for the Cardinals’ freshman team. A New Yorker he was aware of but not fully immersed in local hoops culture.

Needing to ball, Rich Shay meandered over to Crawford Gym one afternoon before classes started for the semester.

The gym was empty but for one guy shooting around by himself. Soon enough, they started playing one on one. First half court, then full court.

Shay advises he held his own, could get to the hoop. But was dazzled by the fellow’s long range shooting.

“Louie Dampier.”

Welcome to the epicenter of hoops, my man.

Shay’s next significant encounter in Crawford was with the answer to the great Louisville hoops trivia question, who was Wes Unseld’s backup? Continue reading Crawford Chronicles: Shay Edition →

Crawford Chronicles: Holden Edition

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It was one of those glorious early days of spring that celebrate the Birthday of the World.

Warm, not hot. (Obviously before the Heat Dome/ Doom descended.)

Crystalline azure sky.

The trees along the tracks and Frankfort Avenue turning new green.

The kind of day when I drive by Blue Dog Bakery, my mind, ignoring an expanding waistline, implores “You sure you don’t want a croissant, or a small five grain loaf, or maybe one of those killer chocolate bouchons?”

Of course.

Lured by an available parking spot just ahead, my Subaru pulls over as if on its own.

There, sitting outside, staring off into the middle distance, luxuriating in the early afternoon, the table a splay of brunch delectables, former Cardinal guard Fred Holden, the set up guy during the Wes Unseld years.

An old pal, I greet him, and advise, “Hey I’m crafting a series to run during the summer. Ten years ago they tore down Crawford Gym . . . ”

Out of character the normally reticent Holden interrupts, blurting out, “I’ve got a story about Crawford.” Continue reading Crawford Chronicles: Holden Edition →

Hoopaholic’s Gazette: DM, PK, NCAA, WC & BS

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So be true to your school now/ Just like you would to your girl (or guy)

OK, maybe the wisdom of Brian Wilson doesn’t have much if anything to do with today’s entry. But I did hear it on the radio today, and the Bard of 60s teen culture was all that and fostered us to become fully Cali in my day. He was deceptively wise.

Plus I’ve been wanting to weigh in on the whole not-so-true-to-his-school Dusty May to Dallas deal.

At least as much as we know.

It’s been what, ten days or so since the word broke that the two year coach of the national champs was deep ditching Ann Arbor to mentor Cooper Flagg and the Dallas Mavericks.

No official word that I’ve seen from the NBA franchise.

Nor from May, though there he was at the Draft, his team grabbing one of his Wolverines with their first pick. Continue reading Hoopaholic’s Gazette: DM, PK, NCAA, WC & BS →

Pat Kelsey & The Snub

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Sunrise/ Sunset/ Since the beginning it hasn’t changed yet/ People fly high begin to lose sight/ You can’t see very clearly when you’re in flight — “On Your Way Down” Allen Toussaint

To be honest I didn’t pay much attention initially when Pat Kelsey was first asked Monday morning about not being invited to attend the NBA Draft.

He was diplomatic, commenting how Mikel Brown Jr. only had so many invites, etc, etc.

Then he said this, and my ears perked up.

“Although he was only here for one year, that young man is going to be celebrated and remembered and revered around here for a long, long time.”

I. Don’t. Think. So. Continue reading Pat Kelsey & The Snub →

Finally A Glimpse of the New Look Cardinals

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Sunday was the summer solstice, longest day of the year.

Because of the severe meteorological conditions, it was also a Marc Weinberg kind of nighttime. The hyperventilating TV weather junkie surely set a PR for screen time, tracking tornado warnings, wind rotations, dust signatures, and admonitions for viewers to “get to your safe place NOW.”

The dude was in heaven.*

*Which peripheral mention has nothing to do with U of L hoops; I just get such an addictive kick when he’s on a roll.

Anyway, the morning after, a day a smidge shorter, arrived with a softball sized raindrop deluge that soon abated.

And then the treat. A first hint of what’s ahead. A hoopaholic’s heart was full.

Pat Kelsey and some of his/our still mysterious team were having a presser.* Continue reading Finally A Glimpse of the New Look Cardinals →

Crawford Chronicles: Scooter Edition

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Second in a series of remembrances by former Cardinals about iconic Crawford Gym.

If not nearly as magnificent as those dimes he fed Bobby Turner through traffic as a high profile, eerily impassive freshman, it was still “Assist Scooter McCray.”

I was on my way out to chat him up and had misremembered the exact location of his La-Z-Boy store on Hurstbourne Parkway.

“Sorry,” I apologized upon arrival after he guided me in over my cell, “just an old man with a bad memory and aches and pains.”

“Tell me about it,” he responded pointing to his legs, “I have to wear compression socks.”

“It’s the tenth anniversary of the summer they tore down Crawford, just wondering what you remember about practice and those summer nights?”

“There were no ticky tack fouls.

“The games were very competitive. We all just wanted to win. You were really pushed if you wanted to keep playing and not sit out. Really quality players.”

Remember this is a fellow who grew up competing in the City. For the Trio Crusaders in the Bronx. For the famous Riverside Church team. Summers in the Rucker.

“Those crowds in the summer meant a lot. You were really pushed to be better. It was a continuation of my New York experience.” Continue reading Crawford Chronicles: Scooter Edition →