Dinner with the Marshall clan

I’m working on a Valentine’s Day column and it’s about the 20-year love affair between Wichita State basketball coach Gregg Marshall and his wife, Lynn. Read all about it in Saturday’s paper or on Kansas.com.

I visited the Marshall family at their home at Crestview on Thursday night. They could not have been more hospitable or more fun. Gregg and Lynn are high-energy, energetic, totally off the wall people. Their kids, Kellen and Maggie, are fantastic, too. And so are their dogs, all three of them. OK, their cats are cool, as well.

I arrived at 6:30 and a photographer from Splurge magazine was there to shoot a picture of the family playing shuffleboard on a table that is located in the main living room. Does another family have a shuffleboard table in its living room?

Greg and Lynn gave me a great tour of their incredible house. We had great discussions about basketball and kids and dogs and life and so many other things. It was a great opportunity to spend time with the two of them in a setting outside of Koch Arena.

Lynn, who is very funny and charming, made a great home-cooked meal, southern style, that included butter beans, pinto beans, hamburger steak, green-bean casserole. Let’s just say there were lots of beans. It was a really good meal. I might also add that Coach Marshall is quite an eater. He went at his food the way he sometimes goes after one of his players.

Kellen and Maggie could not have been more polite. They are engaging, interesting kids and it’s a loving family.

Gregg and Lynn talked about their parents and shared nice stories of growing up. And both were very open about how they met and the relationship they have built over 20 years.

I had a great time in the four hours or so I spent with the Marshall family, a night that ended peacefully as we sat in the family room chatting about anything and everything while the dogs slept on their beds and Lynn sat on the floor in front of the fireplace. I nearly asked if I could spend the night, but thought better of it.

Thanks to the Marshall family for a fun and interesting evening.

The YMCA

I’m a card-carrying member. Actually, they don’t issue cards. But . . . well, I’m already bogged down.

Anyway, I started going to the Y religiously again last September. It has become a big part of my day, one that I cherish, even. But I also know my personality. I know that if I stop going for a few days, I’ll miss a week. Then I’ll miss another week. And before long, I’ll have completely stopped going at all.

So, my New Year’s resolution (I rarely make any) was to be going to the Y regularly at the end of 2009, just as I am now. So far, so good.

I have gotten to know a lot of the staff at my Y, the West Y near Ridge and Central. They’re nice people. I even take some of the classes there, including a boot camp with the drill sergeant otherwise known as Darla Stephenson. However, I am missing both boot camp classes this week because of work.

Anyway, going to the Y is something I look forward to every day. Except for a few things that irritate me. You know me, things irritate me.

1) Gym guy. You know him. He huffs and puffs and grimaces when he’s lifting weights. He signs and exhales deeply when he’s doing strenuous cardio work. He lets you know _ whether you want to or not _ how much harder he’s working out than you are. Gym guy is highly annoying.

2) Talkers. I do not go to the Y to talk. If I do talk, I try to keep it quiet because I know a lot of other people who don’t relish the visiting that goes on. My theory is that if you can talk while you’re working out, you need to work out harder. My best workouts come when I’m listening to music on my I-Touch.

3) Teenagers. There’s a reason nobody likes teenagers. Go to the Y _ any Y _ and you’ll see what I’m talking about.

Off the subject, I’m working on some interesting columns. At least, I think they’re interesting. Look for a Valentine’s Day column and Wichita State basketball coach Gregg Marshall and his wife, Lynn. I’m also doing a column for Friday on Pittsburgh Steelers long snapper Jared Retkovsky, who spent the first 13 years of his life in Wichita and has a fascinating story to tell. He also has a Super Bowl ring _ well, he’ll get it in June.

Thanks for reading. More to come soon.

The Jayhawks

You saw the best and the worst of the Kansas basketball team last night during it’s two-point loss at Missouri.

Give credit to the Tigers for their relentless, tough play. That’s not your father’s Mizzou team. I expected the Tigers to give it up after KU built its second big lead of the second half after a Missouri charge. Not this time, though. The Tigers kept pushing.

But the Jayhawks did nothing to help themselves and a real flaw on the team was exposed: Leadership.

This is Sherron Collins’ team, but Collins didn’t bring a calm to the floor last night. He never really slowed his frenetic pace, which needed to happen in a game like this. Collins is a bulldozer and last night Kansas needed a bicycle to weave in and out of all the traffic.

Freshman Tyshaun Taylor might turn into that kind of point guard, but he’s not there yet. In fact, he plays too much like Collins. So, KU was left trying to protect a second-half lead with two players you wouldn’t leave in charge of a Brink’s truck.

Kansas can be really impressive with such a style of play. When Collins has it going, he’s as dangerous as any guard in the country. But last night, speeding things up was the wrong move. Kansas needed some sensibility down the stretch. It was interesting to watch KU coach Bill Self, when the cameras panned his way. He looked like he wanted his team to hit the brakes, but didn’t quite know how to get his players to do so.

It was a tough loss. How does Kansas rebound?

The Jayhawks have a tough test Saturday at Kansas State. The guard matchups are outstanding. KU has a decided advantage inside, thanks to Cole Aldrich. But if K-State makes perimeter shots, the Wildcats will pull off an upset. Kansas hasn’t reached a stage yet where it has played 40 minutes of quality basketball. The Jayhawks are great in spurts, but not so good in others. At Missouri, that inconsistency caught up with them.

A-Rod

Is there more of a lightning rod in sports? The answer, in case you’re wonder, is ‘no.’ From the way he carries himself to his dilliance with Madonna and now this: a report in Sports Illustrated that Alex Rodriguez tested positive for anabolic steroids in 2003, the season in which he won an MVP award while playing with the Texas Rangers.

This is just what baseball needed, huh? Another one of its superstars tossed into the steroids fire. When will it all end?

A-Rod, of course, isn’t talking. He referred SI’s questions to the player’s union. Also not talking are the Rangers and Rodriguez’s current team, the New York Yankees. I have not yet read the SI story, just bits and pieces. But I can tell you this, in the form of a question: Is anyone surprised?

Don’t we suspect anyone who does anything big in baseball now of being on something? It hits close to home with me, because of the St. Louis Cardinals’ Albert Pujols. He has been amazing since his rookie season, doing things only a select few others have done in the history of the game. I hold my breath, hoping against hope that Pujols is clean.

But would it shock me if he wasn’t? Unfortunately, it wouldn’t. I believe Pujols has achieved his greatness the right way, but what do I know? I have no inside knowledge whatsoever. I trust the integrity of the man.

Then again, I’m sure there were many people out there who trusted the integrity of Alex Rodriguez. Yes, I’m aware this is only an allegation at this point. It has not been confirmed. Major League Baseball had no recourse against players who tested positively for steroids in 2003, so the random testing really had no clout.

It’s a shame, really, what with pitchers and catchers reporting to spring training this week. This story about A-Rod and steroids will be the big story for the foreseeable future. Spring training and the promise of the 2009 season will take a back seat.

When will we move past this mess?

Derby Daily Reporter

Is no longer. It’s shutting down operation in less than two weeks after 47 years. It is hard for me to fathom a city the size of Derby not having a newspaper. These are scary times (read The Eagle’s story here).

I worked at the Daily Reporter from the time I was a junior in high school until I was 19. It was an absolute blast (blast is a term I used frequently in those days). I did a lot of work at night and there was a Pizza John’s across the street (it’s still there) and a really cute girl worked the counter. Her name was Lynn Crosby, and I have no idea where she is now. But she was cute. Did I mention that already? We had some really nice chats in those days.

I enjoyed the work, too. I learned so much, from writing stories to editing copy to taking pictures to laying out pages. I did it all, really. Not to well, but it was fun to dabble in every aspect of the newspaper business. I even helped operate the press in the afternoon after the journalism work was finished.

We did a pretty good job in those days. Besides covering sports, I covered a lot of news. One of my beats was the school board; there were meetings every Monday night. I faked it. That’s about all I can say. I really respected the superintendent of schools at the time, Charlie Hubbard, and he basically told me what to write. That’s a terrible admission to make, and of course that doesn’t happen now. But then, when I was 18, school issues didn’t make a lot of sense to me.

One of the strangest experiences I had at the Daily Reporter was covering myself, which happened a few times during baseball season. I would pitch a game in the afternoon or evening, then write about the performance for the next day’s paper. When I pitched well, it was a snap. The adjectives just flew from my brain to my fingers. To read one of those stories was to read about a young Bob Gibson.

When I pitched poorly, my account of the game might have focused on other things besides my awful performance. I’m just saying.

I didn’t make much money and the boss, Larry Ricketts, scared me to death. He was a mountainous man with a full beard and a surly attitude. At least, I thought so at the time. Getting to know him in the years after I left the paper, I found him to be an entertaining gentleman, not at all like the man I thought he was when he was signing my checks.

I left the Daily Reporter in the fall of 1974 to come to The Eagle because Larry wouldn’t give me a 10-cent per hour raise. It was time to leave. For a long time, my dream was to return to the Daily Reporter someday as the newspaper’s owner. That dream died many years ago.

I’m really sorry to see the Daily Reporter go. I imagine it’s a big topic of discussion in Derby, where so many people have a history with the paper. I can’t wait to hear what my friends are saying.

Signing day

A lot of football players are getting a lot of attention today, the first day high schoolers can sign national letters of intent with schools.

It got me to thinking about the time I signed a national letter of intent. Well, it was a letter. Maybe just a blank sheet of paper. I don’t actually remember. But I signed something after my senior year at Derby and made a commitment to attend Cloud County Community College in Concordia on a baseball scholarship.

I did so after visiting Cloud County and Garden City. It was a real war between those schools for my services. Ultimately, Cloud won out when it offered an additional biology book. Garden City was not willing to go that far.

I never attended Cloud County, though, although four of my friends did. I decided that the job I had at the time _ writing about sports and news for the Derby Daily Reporter, was going to be worth more to me than the offer to play baseball at Cloud County.

It wasn’t an easy decision because I loved baseball. And the news of my intention to stay in Derby was, obviously, difficult for the coaching staff at Cloud County to accept. I remember the head coach calling me and trying, desperately, to get me to change my mind. Here’s how that conversation went:

Coach: Hello, Bob. I just heard you decided you weren’t going to come play baseball for us.

Me: Yeah, coach. I’m really sorry. I know how much you were counting on me.

Coach: Yeah, uh huh. Boy, we sure were. (Clears throat). OK, then, you have a nice day.

Me: Sorry you’re so choked up, coach. (By this time, he had hung up.)

So, all of you high school athletes who have struggled for months to decide where you’re going to college, I understand what you’re going through. I hope you don’t break as many hearts as I did.

KU hoops

Sherron Collins didn’t have his best night, at least not offensively. Cole Aldrich, I think, is bothered by wearing that mask to protect a broken nose. Still, Kansas won on the road at Baylor on Monday to remain unbeaten in Big 12 play and the two biggest reasons were the Morris twins, Marcus and Markieff.

If those guys pull it together and start to play with some level of consistency, how good can the Jayhawks be come March? I’ve got the answer: Pretty darn good.

Marcus had 13 points and six rebounds in KU’s 10-point win over the Bears. Markieff chipped in with nine points and nine rebounds. All of that production (22 points, 15 rebounds) occurred in just 35 combined minutes of playing time.

I thought last night’s game looked like a trap game for KU, but the Jayhawks answered the challenge. It will be interesting to see whether they can do the same on Big Monday next week at Missouri, with a game at home against Oklahoma State on Saturday in between. The schedule is getting progressively tougher for KU, but so are the Jayhawks.

This is a tough team. Everybody talks about how Kansas coach Bill Self loves to teach toughness. This team is a prime example of what they’re talking about.

The goal for Kansas is to earn a top four seed into the NCAA Tournament. That would likely assure the Jayhawks of playing first- and second-round games just up the road at the Sprint Center in Kansas City. It also would assure me of not having to get on an airplane, but that’s beside the point for everyone who isn’t me.

Kansas has several games that could trip it up _ road games still to play at Mizzou, Kansas State and Oklahoma. Texas visits Lawrence on the final day of the regular season. But if KU can win two of those games, and finish 14-2 in the Big 12, I think a top-four seed is within the realm. Particularly if one of those victories is against Oklahoma on Feb. 23 in Norman. How good is that game shaping up to be?

What do you think about Kansas? How far can this team go in the NCAA Tournament? Are you surprised that this team is so good, considering everything it lost from last season’s national-championship team?

Super Bowl

Was it the best ever? I’ll let the historians decide that. Especially the historians whose memories work a lot better than mine. I just know it was a game that pushed my emotions to the limit. The wrong team won. I was for the Cardinals and, more specifically, Kurt Warner. Next to Barry Sanders, he’s my all-time favorite NFL player and another Super Bowl win would have cemented his status as a Hall of Famer.

I think he’s in anyway. How could he not be? He has played in three Super Bowls and has three of the top passing yardage games in the game’s history. I thought his great touchdown pass to Larry Fitzgerald was going to be enough. But I have to give it to Ben Roethlisberger; he led an unbelievable game-winning drive for the Steelers and his touchdown pass to Santonio Holmes ranks right up there with the Joe Montana-Dwight Clark touchdown pass in great postseason hookups. This might be even better, because it was in a Super Bowl. The Montana-Clark touchdown won the NFC championship for the San Francisco 49ers over the Dallas Cowboys in 1982.

I’m not devasted by the Pittsburgh win because I like Roethlisberger and I also like sports dynasties. The six Super Bowl wins for the Steelers establishes them, I think, as the NFL’s all-time greatest franchise. Which is good because it’s not the Cowboys.

It was a great game. It will be interesting to see whether Warner, who is 37, decides to come back for one more run or decides he’s had enough. The guy still has it and it has to be tempting to return because of the great receivers he gets to play with in Arizona. But I’m betting Warner is finished. I think his body will tell him it’s time to go and in just a few years I expect him to be inducted into the Pro Football Hall of Fame.

As for the Super Bowl ads, can you say “awful?” How many of the commercials involved horses, dogs, ladybugs, butterflies, spiders, chimps, the list goes on. Especially horses. The ads did nothing for me this year, but they rarely do.

Let me know what you thought of the Super Bowl. The post-game is on right now and the MVP hasn’t been picked yet. I think I’d go with Roethlisberger because of that last drive and his great pass to Holmes.

Greatest Shockers (6-10)

A little late getting to this, so I’m going to throw in a bonus at the end. My 10 most underrated WSU players. Wow, aren’t you excited? Oh, and Saturday’s are going to be my personal day on the blog, when I write about matters other than sports. Because life is more than just sports. Trust me.

OK, on to the Shockers:

6) Cheese Johnson. I loved the smile, which initiated the greatest nickname in WSU basketball history, just slightly ahead of “The Rave.” At 6-foot-5, Cheese averaged 9.3 rebounds for his career, to go with 17.3 points. He led a team to the NCAA Tournament. He averaged 22.2 points and 10.6 rebounds as a senior. Great player.

7) Ernie Moore. If Moore had been around for all of his senior season in 1963-64 (his eligibility ran out after the first semester) I think the Shockers would have played in the 1964 Final Four. He could do it all in the backcourt: score, pass, defend. He had a special connection with Dave Stallworth. Assist totals weren’t kept in those days, but Moore had a ton of them.

8) Jamie Thompson. The best pure shooter in WSU history. If you left Thompson open, he didn’t miss. I’ll never forget the 36 points he scored against UCLA in a national semifinal game in 1965, albeit in a losing cause. He averaged 17.6 points during his career and could rebound, too.

9) Cliff Levingston. The fastest big man I’ve ever seen. At 6-8, he ran the floor like a point guard. Cliff and Antoine Carr formed WSU’s “Bookend Forwards” and led the Shockers to within a game of the Final Four in 1981, a postseason run that included that memorable win over Kansas in New Orleans.

10) Aubrey Sherrod. He scored 1,765 points during his WSU career and made 739 field goals. I’m going to guess at least 400 of those were from three-point range, although there was no three-point line when Sherrod played (from 1981-85). That extra 400 points would have put him at 2,165 points, which would be one more than was scored by the Shockers’ all-time leading scorer, Cleo Littleton.

Now for the 10 unsung Shockers, in no particular order:

Jason Perez. Poor guy played on some sub-par teams under Randy Smithson. It wasn’t because of Perez, who averaged 15.7 points and was a tenacious player on both ends.

Ron Harris. The Pittsburgh native was a great scorer, averaging 16.9 points for some entertaining teams from 1969-72.

Jamar Howard. Probably the player who most signified a turnaround in the program under Coach Mark Turgeon.

Robert Elmore. His absence from the Shocker Sports Hall of Fame is glaring. The 6-10 Elmore averaged 14.1 points and 12.4 rebounds during his career. As a senior in 1976-77, he averaged 15.8 rebounds.

Terry Benton. Another amazing rebounder, the East High product averaged 16.3 points and 16.8 rebounds during his junior season (1970-71).

Jamie Arnold. Oh for a different place and time. Arnold had big-time game, but the misfortune of being a part of some bad teams and being dogged by a little bit of a bad attitude.

Ron Washington. He was thin as a rail, yet averaged 20.6 points and 10.3 rebounds as a senior in 1968-69. Really good shooter and rebounder.

Maurice Evans. It’s a shame his Shocker career lasted only two seasons, during which he scored 1,007 points and averaged 17.1 ppg. Had he played longer, would definitely be among WSU’s all-time Top 10, probably even top five.

Lanny Van Eman. Another exceptional guard from the late 1950s-early 1960s who doesn’t get his due. Was never afraid to take the big shot, and almost always made it. Great passer and scorer.

Paul Miller. Missouri Valley Conference player of the year during a season in which the Shockers reached the Sweet 16 in 2004-05. Good stuff.

Greatest Shockers

Seems like an apt subject, given how well Wichita State played last night at Bradley. Or not.

What a disappointment. I expected a lot more fire and hunger from this team. But it wasn’t really there. I didn’t think Bradley played that well. If Wichita State does a better job guarding the three-point line, that game was there for the taking. And let’s not let the late three-pointer by Bradley be a huge issue. It was one kid doing one stupid thing. It doesn’t define Bradley or its coach, Jim Les. Instead of being angry about it and saying unprintable things to Les after the game, Wichita State coach Gregg Marshall should have just smiled and written it off as immaturity.

OK, on to my list of 10 greatest Wichita State players. I hope I don’t miss anyone, because I’m doing this off the cuff.

1) Dave Stallworth. My memories of Shocker basketball begin with him, which isn’t a bad place to start. The guy could do everything: score, pass, rebound, defend. He was such an athlete.

2) Xavier McDaniel. How rare was his combination of tenacity and athleticism? Well, let’s just say the Shockers haven’t had anyone like him before or since. Neither have most teams. No player has ever gotten more out of himself than McDaniel.

3) Warren Armstrong. Strike that last comment about McDaniel, because Armstrong may have been the ultimate over-achiever. He was 6-foot-2 and couldn’t shoot that well. But he could jump like a mad man and get to the basket. He was the best passer in Shocker history. I love Armstrong and his jersey should be hanging from the rafters at Koch Arena.

4) Cleo Littleton. You don’t score 2,300 points by accident, I don’t care what era you play in. I never had the privilege of seeing Littleton play, but those who have tell me how sorry they are for me.

5) Antoine Carr. I’ll never forget the buzz created when Carr, a McDonald’s All-Ameican at Heights, decided to attend Wichita State in 1979. It was that signing that turned around the program and made the Shockers a national power for a few years. Great, great player.

My next five is to come later today. Gotta go do Sports Daily.