In Gregg Marshall’s defense

I get asked frequently whereGregg Marshall ranks among all-time Wichita State basketball coaches.

It’s a silly question, really. But silly questions come with the territory, so I try and give the best answer I can.

Ralph Miller is No. 1. No doubt. Gene Smithson is No. 2. Then it gets interesting.

Has Marshall done enough to be No. 3 in just his sixth season? Well, maybe. And maybe not.

The Shockers added another win in typical defensive fashion, beating Indiana State, 66-62, in Terre Haute tonight. It was a tough, gritty effort by a WSU team that is tough and gritty. It was the Shockers’ 23rd win of the season and in the past four seasons – and this one isn’t over yet – Wichita State has won 104 games.

Remarkable.

Am I ready to put Marshall ahead of the coach he preceded? If I’m not, I definitely have the itch to. The only thing that Mark Turgeon has on Marshall is two NCAA Tournament wins. And that’s a big one to have, of course.

But Marshall has set a tone at WSU. It’s impossible for me to believe that he’ll ever struggle to win games because the style of basketball he preaches – defense first, defense second – is so sustainable. He has a way of getting his players to buy into his approach.

Do you realize that Wichita State has given up 70 or more points just 25 times the past four seasons, in 133 games? And it has happened only twice this season – in an 82-76 win over Southern Illinois at Koch Arena and in a 71-67 loss at Evansville.

There was at least one overtime in four of the games in which WSU’s opponent reached 70 points, and two were triple-overtime games.

And get this – Wichita State hasn’t allowed an opponent to reach 80 points in regulation since Dec. 4, 2010, when the Shockers were beaten at San Diego State, 84-69. It was one of only four times in four seasons that a WSU opponent has reached 80, and twice it took triple overtime.

A mysterious three-game losing streak zapped the Shockers of some momentum this season, but they’ve picked things up with four wins in a row, including a road sweep at Illinois State and Indiana State. And they’ve done it primarily with defense, although guard Malcolm Armstead and forward Cleanthony Early are playing well offensively.

When Marshall was hired before the 2007-08 season, he said the Shockers would make their biggest marks defensively. And brother, he wasn’t lying.

Wichita State challenges almost every shot and contests almost every rebound. Marshall demands his players sacrifice on the defensive end and rewards them with great offensive freedom.

Marshall rarely gets upset with a player over a bad shot. But just watch him on the sideline if one of the Shockers gives up a good shot to an opposing player.

His style has helped Wichita State create an identity and the Shockers are now on the verge of a second straight Missouri Valley Conference championship, which hasn’t been done at WSU in close to 50 years.

So yes, it’s still Miller No. 1. Smithson is No. 2. But Marshall, thanks to his defensive demands and the winningest period in Shocker history, is rising fast.

 

Who shot free throws?

Cleanthony Early, that’s who.

But it should have been Tekele Cotton stepping to the line for Wichita State with 41 seconds remaining in its strange-and-getting-stranger game against Illinois State on Sunday night in Bloomington, Ill.

After the much-discussed flagrant kicking foul against ISU’s Jackie Carmichael was called, following several minutes of review, the Redbirds’ Johnny Hill, who had been fouled after the kick, made a pair of free throws to give Illinois State a 67-60 lead.

Then WSU’s Early, an 80 percent free-throw shooter, stepped to the line for the Shockers at the other end of the floor. By this time, nerves were frazzled and focus was obviously unclear. Reportedly, Illinois State coach Dan Muller objected to Early shooting the free throws, but was told by the game officials that a technical foul had been called.

Huh?

The flagrant 1 foul that was called against Carmichael is not a technical. It’s treated exactly like a personal foul, except that possession of the basketball stays with the team that was the victim of the flagrant foul.

So Cotton, who took the kick to the chest from Carmichael, should have been the one shooting the free throws. Except he wasn’t.

It was a pretty fortuitous turn of events for the Shockers, considering Cotton is just a 58.6 percent free-throw shooter.

Early, you know, made both free throws to pull WSU to within five. A three-pointer by Demetric Williams capped the possession and cut ISU’s lead to two. Then Early won it with a late three-pointer.

Missouri Valley Conference commissioner Doug Elgin, who reprimanded official Rick Randall after a highly questionable goal-tending call against WSU during a road loss at Southern Illinois nearly two weeks ago, issued another statement regarding officials today.

“The Missouri Valley Conference has disciplined the basketball game officials for their administration of awarded free throws in the final moments of the Wichita State-Illinois State game on Sunday night at Redbird Arena in Normal, Illinois,” the statement read.

Oops.

Can you imagine how fans would be reacting today had a similar fate fallen on the Shockers? I can, and it ain’t pretty.

But WSU will take its win.

It’s amazing to me that this situation slipped past the game officials. I’m a little embarrassed it slipped past me. But in all of the confusion of the Carmichael kick, attention to detail was lost.

Perhaps the refs really thought they had called a technical foul. That seems outlandish, though. The crew of David Hall, Paul Janssen and Gerry Pollard has years of experience and has worked hundreds of games.

Whatever the case, this just adds to the crazy finish of a crazy game that will be talked about for years. It’s especially noteworthy because it kept Wichita State, which plays at Indiana State on Tuesday night, in first place by a game over Creighton in the Missouri Valley Conference race with just three games remaining for both teams.

Wow, wow, wow.

 

MJ is 50, let’s move on

I’m going to admit somethinghere.

I don’t care that Michael Jordan turned 50 on Sunday. I tried to care, because of ESPN’s wall-to-wall

coverage both on its television platforms and its website. “Sports Illustrated” devoted its cover and two long stories last week to Jordan, even though he hasn’t talked to the magazine since 1994.

Jordan is the greatest basketball player who ever lived, and I have enjoyed watching numerous highlights of his basketball career and the six NBA championships he won with the Chicago Bulls. When Jordan played, I watched. Simple as that.

He hasn’t played in a while now. He’s the owner of the Charlotte Bobcats, one of the most unsuccessful franchises in NBA history. The juxtaposition from best-player-ever to worst-owner-ever (he’s at least in the discussion, right?) is interesting, I suppose.

I made it through part of the Sports Illustrated coverage and maybe a quarter of Wright Thompson’s Jordan opus on ESPN.com before I gave up and said to myself: “This isn’t doing it for me.”

Sacrilege? I’m sure the case could be made.

Jordan is, after all, the world’s all-time greatest athlete, which is two or three rungs up from world’s all-time greatest basketball player. Those of us who saw him play still have a highlight reel or two of action streaming through our brains. Those who didn’t might have been compelled to wash themselves in all of the Jordan coverage over the past week.

I just couldn’t get through it.

For as great as Jordan was as a basketball player, he’s never been a particularly interesting person. I don’t recall Jordan ever taking any political stands or saying anything that made me go, “Whoa, did he just say that?”

Jordan was a concoction of vivid colors when he was playing basketball, but plain vanilla when he wasn’t. He was never crazy about letting the public or the media get close to him and I think most of us were OK with that as long as we could enjoy his basketball talents. Who cares what Mike thinks? I just want him to dunk.

In his Sports Illustrated story, Phil Taylor wrote: “(Jordan’s) refusal to lay himself open has also helped him maintain a bit of mystery, and with it, a certain cachet. In a culture that cycles through celebrity athletes in a heartbeat – think Dennis Rodman and Terrell Owens – Jordan abides, still with a modicum of cool as he pitches products as decidedly unhip as Hanes underwear. It’s because even after all these years, we feel that we don’t know everything about him, that we’re not through with him yet. Some athletes chase our attention, Jordan let’s us chase him.”

Was anybody really longing for Jordan news? If it hadn’t been for his approaching 50th birthday, would there have been any?

Just a few days ago, I wrote a column about former Wichita State basketball great Dave Stallworth. I had no peg to that story, not even a birthday. I wrote it because of my affinity for Stallworth and because of concerns about his health, which I wanted to clear up for the many Shocker fans who hold him in such high regard.

Jordan was celebrated because of the date on his birth certificate. And, again, I don’t have a problem with making not of his 50th birthday. He is an iconic figure in the history of sports.

I’m just not sure about all of the attempts to dig deeper into Jordan, a man who has never willfully accepted such scrutiny. One of the best things about Jordan is that he’s done all he can to keep his private life private as his basketball life was on full display.

So thanks for the highlights. It was fun to spend a half hour or so the other day watching Jordan do what he did best – play basketball. I don’t care what anybody says about LeBron James or the other great players throughout history, there will never be another Jordan.

If anything, his futility as an owner is sad. I don’t know if it diminishes his contributions as a player – I don’t know if anything could – but it doesn’t help his legacy.

Then again, it doesn’t really hurt his legacy, either. Because his legacy is about being a basketball player. It’s not about being an owner, a father, a husband, a friend, a gardener, a poet . . . it’s about one thing.

For everything Jordan was on the basketball floor, he’s nothing like it as a private citizen. He’s still Michael Jordan, of course, except that he isn’t. Know what I mean?

There’s a sadness in that, I suppose. He’s not the first professional athlete to struggle with life after sports. I’m sure Jordan thought he could fulfill his competitive urges as an owner. But he can’t take the last shot for those Bobcats players. He can’t create a magic potion that make them him.

So I’ve spent more than 800 words here today trying to explain why I don’t find Jordan all that interesting as he begins his 50s. There’s a contradiction here, I’m aware, in trying to be interesting while trying to explain while the Jordan of today isn’t. I’ve given it my best shot.

 

Friday musings

* I’m mad about North senior guard Conner Frankamp not being chosen to the McDonald’s high school All-America team. What does the kid have to do? He’s set to become the all-time leading scorer in a legit, tough, historical league. He’s going to Kansas next season, not Kansas Wesleyan. He’s been a star internationally and in the summer AAU circuit.

* Here’s what makes me mad, though. In 25 years, when I’m either long gone or living in my son’s basement, the legacy of Frankamp will be diminished. He belongs in any discussion of greatest City Leaguers ever with the likes of Perry Ellis, Ricky Ross, Antoine Carr, Darnell Valentine, Aubrey Sherrod and Greg Dreiling. But all of those guys were McDonald’s All-Americans. Frankamp is not.

* Of course, I haven’t seen enough of the other McDonald’s All-Americans to know how Frankamp stacks up. But his absence from the team makes me question the selection process. Frankamp tweeted earlier today that his McDonald’s All-America snub – not his word, mine – will motivate him the rest of the season and, presumably, beyond.

Moving on.

* I’m counting the minutes (226 as I write this) until the Eagles documentary airs tonight on Showtime. This is just Part I; Part II airs tomorrow night. I think I know a lot about this band, but I think there are going to be some revelations in this documentary. I’m looking forward to hearing the interviews with past Eagles Bernie Leadon, Randy Meisner and especially Don Felder, who was unceremoniously dumped by the band a in the early 2000s. I’m curious to hear what David Geffen, the former music mogul who later turned to movies, has to say. His relationship with Don Henley and Glenn Frey turned acrimonious. And I’m also eager to hear Henley and Frey, the architects of the band, talk about everything.

* Wichita State has a tough road the rest of the way in the Missouri Valley Conference basketball race. So even with a one-game lead and four to play, it’s not a sure thing that the Shockers will win or even tie for the conference title. The Shockers play at Illinois State on Sunday and at Indiana State on Tuesday. Will they win both, lose both or split? I’m saying WSU splits, but that might be optimistic. Illinois State is playing better than any other team in the Valley and I expect Indiana State to pull it together after a rough stretch. This is one of the most interesting, and toughest, back-to-back road games the Shockers have played in a while.

* I’ve been surprised by the lack of minutes recently for sophomore forward Jake White.

* Baylor at Kansas State is an interesting game Saturday. I’m not sure how the Wildcats will bounce back from their beat-down at the hands of Kansas on Big Monday in Allen Fieldhouse. And Baylor is such a hot and cold team, who knows how the Bears will play? Being at home will help K-State and I expect the Cats will handle Baylor.

* I would think Creighton basketball fans are somewhat dismayed by the team’s recent struggles. Remember, Greg McDermott didn’t last long as coach at Iowa State. And certainly this Bluejays team has hit an unforeseen wall, losing five of eight. Strange and it makes you wonder just a little bit about McDermott, doesn’t it? Then again, who’s to say Creighton doesn’t rediscover its mojo and go on a big run the rest of the way?

* I heard a great interview on “The Jim Rome Show” today with Miami (Fla.) coach Jim Larranaga. Man, that guy just gets it. Nice to see the Hurricanes having success in basketball. And more and more, this looks like a team that could win it all.

* Miami winning it all? I guess that says it all about college basketball in 2012-13.

* At some point, don’t we have to stop being surprised by anything someone in the public eye does? The latest “shocking” development is the alleged murder of Reeva Steenkamp by her boyfriend, 2012 London Olympian Oscar Pistorius, who is also a double amputee. Who didn’t get behind Pistorius? He has an amazing athletic story. But it didn’t mean anything more than he has an amazing story. We do not know these people, thus we shouldn’t be shocked by anything that happens.

* Michael Jordan says Kobe Bryant is better than LeBron James. Thanks for weighing in, Mike. Now get back to your ESPN 50th birthday celebration.

* I’m not sure if you’re aware of this, but the Washington Wizards are 5-5 in their past 10 games. Still 15-36 overall, but it’s something.

* Can we just wrap up the NBA championship and give it to the Miami Heat. Miami’s dismantling of the Oklahoma City Thunder on Thursday night, in OKC, was beyond impressive.

* I enjoy the Los Angeles Lakers’ struggles. The Lakers are one of those teams you either love or hate. And with most of those teams, I’m probably in the “hate” ledger. The Dallas Cowboys and New York Yankees are other examples. And “hate” is probably too strong of a word. But “strongly dislike” just doesn’t have the zing.

* I’m a big, big fan of Timothy Olyphant and Walton Goggins.

* It’s been fun to reminisce this week about Shocker basketball during the Harry Miller era. Miller, who died this week, coached WSU from 1971-78 and had some of the finest players in Shocker history. If there’s one topic that sports fans in this community like talking about, it’s Wichita State basketball. And I’m always game.

* Next week in these musings, I’m going to break down the contestants I think will go the farthest this season on “American Idol.” I know you can’t wait. If you’ve been watching this season, what do you think? I think the competitors, especially the females, are as strong as ever. I also don’t understand why some people dislike this show so much. But not everybody is like me. I have finally come to accept that.

* Thanks for reading. Have a wonderful weekend. It’s not 187 minutes until the Eagles documentary.

 

The Harry Miller era (1971-78)

Harry Miller, the records show,was a decent basketball coach at Wichita State. His record was 97-90 in seven seasons. He won one Missouri Valley Conference and went to one NCAA Tournament.

Former Wichita State basketball coach Harry Miller.

Beyond all of that, though, Miller coached exciting teams with talented offensive players. Because of Miller’s great mind for offense, Wichita State produced some of its finest scorers in history during his tenure. I don’t think the ’70s get their due in Shocker lore, in fact.

Miller, who died Wednesday at the age of 86 in Nacogdoches, Texas, where he had been in an assisted-living facilty for the past several years.

“He was a hell of an X and O coach,” said Wichitan Art Louvar, who played for Miller during his first season seasons as WSU’s coach in 1971-72 and 1972-73. “He knew what to do against anything. We had a couple of zone offenses and two man-to-man offenses. If somebody threw something at us, we knew what to do.”

It shows in the way the Shockers were able to score points under Miller. On the other hand, his lackluster approach to defense was also apparent.

During his seven seasons, there were 13 games in which the Shockers (9) or their opponent (4) scored 100 or more points. As a barometer, there have been only 13 such games in the past 30 seasons of WSU basketball.

Under Miller, Wichita State produced 18 players who averaged 12 or more points in a season and 11 who averaged 15 or more.

During the mostly-successful Mark Turgeon and Gregg Marshall coaching eras, dating to the 2000-01 season, the Shockers have had only one player who has averaged 15-plus points – Randy Burns (15.1 ppg) in 2002-03.

Seven of Wichita State’s 1,000-point scorers played at least part of their careers for Miller, including Cheese Johnson, Ron Harris, Cal Bruton, Vince Smith, Bob Trogele and Terry Benton.

“Back in those days, Harry tried to fit the team to his offense,” said Smith, a former Shocker guard who averaged 15.1 points during his career and has lived in Omaha the past 25 years while working for Union Pacific Railroad, a job from which he recently retired. “I enjoyed playing for him. He loosened the reins for me at times and at other times I kind of loosened them for myself.”

Miller was a gruff man and not always media-friendly. I was around him only a few times, but he could also be a great story teller when the mood struck him. He coached in a tough Missouri Valley Conference, but was able to have a shining moment in 1975-76 when the Shockers made it to the NCAA Tournament before losing a heartbreaker in the first round to Michigan and finished 18-10.

That Shocker team included an outstanding starting lineup of Johnson and Robert Gray at forwards, Elmore at center and Bruton and Trogele at the guards. Seniors Neil Strom and Doug Yoder came off the bench, as did freshman Charlie Brent..

All but Gray returned in 1976-77, when the Shockers were again 18-10. But some issues with the NCAA and a decline to 13-14 in 1977-78 led to Miller’s dismissal. He went on to coach at Stephen F. Austin, where his teams were 170-112 from 1978-88. Before coming to WSU, Miller coached at North Texas, Eastern New Mexico, Fresno State and Western (Colo.) State.

I was a huge Shocker fan during the Miller years, which started when I was a junior in high school and ended when I was still taking classes at Wichita State. They were good years and good times, thanks to a bunch of really good players.

My Top 10 from the Miller era include:

1) Cheese Johnson

2) Robert Elmore

3) Terry Benton

4) Ron Harris

5) Bob Wilson

6) Vince Smith

7) Calvin Bruton

8) Bob Trogele

9) Rich Morsden

10) Robert Gray

Thanks for reading. It’s always fun taking a trip down Wichita State basketball memory lane.

 

Memories of a sports writer

The subjective nature of writing used to be maddening for me.

It was my goal – my focused, intense goal – to be a good writer. Whatever “good” means when it comes to writing, because it’s so often in the eyes of the reader.

I grew up appreciating, though, what I deemed to be good writing. I enjoyed reading The Wichita Eagle as a kid and was drawn to the writing of people like Max Seibel, John Swagerty, Bill Hodge and others. Were they good writers? I sure think they were, especially in their primes.

Later, I enjoyed the writing of many of the people I worked with in the sports department at The Eagle, such as Dan Lauck, who had a brief period as our columnist way back in the 1970s. I would start listing some of the names of the writers I admired over the years at the newspaper, but I would surely miss someone and then have some serious explaining to do.

So much of what a newspaper does is about reporting. And bulldog reporters are worth their weight in gold, even if they’re only so-so writers. Getting the story is much more than half the battle.

But even after four decades in this business, I’m drawn most to those who can turn a phrase and pull me into a story with the ability to write.

Those who can both report and write are the best in the business, in my opinion. A guy like Rick Plumlee, who for more than 30 years covered KU sports for us and more recently has been a jack of all trades on our news side, is a tremendous reporter and writer.

Kirk Seminoff, currently The Eagle’s sports editor, moved up the ladder from being a part-time correspondent because of his ability to report a story and write it with equal aplomb. (It never hurts to suck up to the sports editor. And using the word “aplomb” when describing him is sure to get me a raise.)

I have admired many others of my colleagues and contemporaries over the years, of course. And I have learned different things from most of the people I have worked with.

What makes for a good sports writer?

That’s the million-dollar question.

The ability to make a story rich is one thing I look for. I admire those who can turn what could be a mundane story into something more. It almost always takes some extra time to find that element that will make an OK story something better, but it’s important to do so.

Words, of course, are important. But not too many. Getting bogged down by words will turn a reader off and this is one of the great battles most writers face. I still occasionally want to use too many words when fewer would tell the story better.

I can’t really pinpoint where I learned to write. I know that I gained a lot of confidence in my writing during my junior year of high school, when I was far from an ardent student. One of my composition teachers, I believe it was Mrs. Thomas, gave us an assignment to pick a subject and to write a 20-page paper.

I chose, of course, Chinese art. I had a bit of an attitude problem in high school, and I was going to show the teacher that I was capable of writing about a subject that I previously knew nothing about. It was one of my many silly decisions in those years, but I was determined to pull it off. And determination, at times, was in short supply for me.

So I read everything I could find about Chinese art. It was an age before the Internet, so I actually had to scramble to find stuff. I was pretty sure that I had made a huge mistake by picking this subject matter, but the fact that I had something to prove pushed me.

I wrote the paper. And I got an ‘A.’ Little did I know then that researching the subject matter, and then writing a paper, was the best training possible for what I was going to do with my career. It tested me as a reporter and as a writer.

I think I got a ‘C’ in the class, but that’s not important. Or at least that’s probably what I told my parents at the time. What was important, and what sticks with me to this day, was that I wrote a 20-page research paper on Chinese art, the most obscure subject in the world to me at the time.

I’ve been in many uncomfortable spots as a reporter and columnist since then. But I’ve always been able to draw on that one high school experience to help me through.

I don’t know if I’m a good writer or not. And that’s the truth. Writers are the most insecure people in the world because we’re putting it out there on a regular basis. It’s like running naked through city streets. OK, not quite like that, but you get my point.

Every time I sit down with a blank computer screen, it’s my job to put something readable on it. I want to be enlightening and entertaining. I want to push your buttons. I want you to either love me or hate me. That’s my goal. But I’m probably failing because I’m no good.

There I go, being a writer again.

 

The beauty of basketball

There are many things about thegame of basketball that appeal to me. When played as it’s meant to be, the sport is artistic, pleasing to the eyes. From handling the basketball to passing the basketball to shooting the basketball, there is not a more elegant sport. Again, when those who are doing those things are doing them well.

Kansas redshirt freshman Ben McLemore is a basketball prodigy and a joy to watch.

The game of basketball can be a train wreck if in the wrong hands.

But when a player can do all of the essentials, he becomes special. There are three players that I want to write about today, at different levels of the game.

Wichita North’s Conner Frankamp, Kansas’ Ben McLemore and the Miami Heat’s LeBron James are special players, obviously, but it goes beyond their statistics.

It goes to their art.

I was jolted by this notion Monday night at Allen Fieldhouse as I watched KU’s McLemore score 30 points during a 21-point win over Kansas State. He was phenomenal. McLemore’s grace stands out. He’s an elegant basketball player, someone seemingly born to perform with the orange sphere in his hands.

When he shoots the ball, it looks different than a shot from anyone else. McLemore reaches an apex with his leap. The ball lines up perfectly with his hands. The release is flawless and the flight of the ball is as beautiful as a painting.

Think I’m over-doing it? I don’t think I am.

Basketball is such an aesthetically-pleasing game, or at least it can be. And when it is, it’s a game like no other.

I have seen Frankamp play several times during his career and it’s not just that he scores points in bunches, it’s how he scores them. It’s the way he handles the basketball to create his shots. It’s how he pulls up and gets off a shot in the blink of an eye.

Many basketball players plod. They end up getting the job done, but it can be painful to watch.

Basketball is a game meant for symmetry. It has its own cadence and the very best players are the ones with rhythm.

James is another example at the NBA level. He’s 6-foot-8 and 250 pounds, at least. He’s a bull, yet a graceful one. When he puts his head down and takes off for the basket, there’s violent beauty in his assault.

When I watch a basketball game, I look for players who will bring me out of my seat. I’m drawn to greatness in all walks of life, but especially in basketball. I think it’s a beautifully choreographed sport.

That beauty can be diminished or flat-out extinguished by sloppy play. Lazy passes and bad shots are the worst. Basketball can be an ugly sport.

In the hands of the most skilled players, though, there’s nothing better.

And that’s why I wanted to write today about Frankamp, McLemore and James. They are highly-skilled artists as much as they are outstanding basketball players. Their movements accentuate their skills to the point that they blend together as one.

They make the game look effortless, which we all know it isn’t.

McLemore made a huge impression on me Monday night. He was so good, so fluid. He never forced the game, he let it happen. When I watch him, I know I’m seeing a future NBA All-Star.

Concerning McLemore, I posed this question on Twitter: How high is McLemore’s ceiling?

I’m not sure there is one. His skill and elegance are a dynamic package. It looks to me like he was put on Earth to play basketball, and there are only a few basketball players I can say that about.

Frankamp and James are in that category, too. Players like this don’t come along often, so it’s important for those of us who love basketball to soak it in. We’re lucky to get to watch players like this perform their craft. For them, it’s much more than a game.

 

Friday musings

* Do Wichita State and Kansas bounce back Saturday and defeat Missouri State and Oklahoma? Great question. How can anyone who has been paying attention think it’s automatic. Kansas plays at OU and it won’t be easy. The Sooners are not a bad club and are getting better under Lon Kruger. Missouri State, meanwhile, is only 7-17, but is 5-7 in the Missouri Valley Conference. The Bears can’t score, averaging just 60 points per game. You would think this would be a relatively easy one for the Shockers. You would think . . .

* Kansas State could atop the Big 12 standings by Saturday evening, provided the Cats can beat Iowa State at Bramlage Coliseum and OU is able to top Kansas. I’m hoping both K-State and KU win Saturday to set up a Big Monday showdown at Allen Fieldhouse, a game that would be for sole possession of first place.

* Is K-State’s Bruce Weber a national coach of the year candidate? I think he’s in the discussion, at least. The frontrunner should be Miami (Fla.) coach Jim Larranaga, with Michigan’s John Beilein, Indiana’s Tom Crean, Florida’s Billy Donovan, Gonzaga’s Mark Few and Arizona’s Sean Miller also in the discussion.

* It breaks my heart that right-hander Chris Carpenter won’t be able to pitch for the St. Louis Cardinals this season. He’s my second-favorite Cardinals pitcher ever, behind Bob Gibson. Carpenter and Gibson shared an intensity that I admire. They were battlers and could be mean and nasty.

* I tried to be mean and nasty back when I pitched years ago. But my 82 mph fastball didn’t intimidate anyone. I did have a mean hook, though.

* Of all of my athletic endeavors – and let’s not make it out like I was some tremendous all-around stud because I wasn’t – pitching was the most fun. I loved the one-on-one nature of being on the mound. I still occasionally have dreams about being a pitcher and that feeling of trying to get hitters out by any means necessary.

* I was a decent shooter in basketball, although I never acknowledged defense.

* I could play some ping-pong, too, back in the day. But chicks, I discovered, don’t really dig ping-pong.

* If Alex Rodriguez never plays another inning of baseball, I think I’ll be OK. It’ll be tough, but I’ll do my best to persevere.

* The Grammy Awards might be my favorite awards show. Of course, it has nothing to do with the awards; I watch for the performances. It looks like there are a bunch of intriguing pairings for Sunday night’s show, including what should be a wonderful tribute to the late Levon Helm of The Band that will include Elton John, Mumford & Sons, Zac Brown, Alabama Shakes singer Brittany Howard and Mavis Staples, with T Bone Burnett on board as musical director.

* There will also be a Bob Marley tribute starring Bruno Mars, Rihanna, Sting and an as-yet-unconfirmed combination of Marley descendants that may include Ziggy, Steven and Damian. Should be interesting.

* I’m always torn at this time of the year, between my anticipation for baseball season and the excitement of the final weeks of the college basketball season leading up to the NCAA Tournament. I guess there’s room for both to excite me.

* This is a huge season for Wichita State’s baseball team, which hasn’t been to an NCAA Tournament in three years. But it’s a gargantuan season for the Shockers’ veteran coach, Gene Stephenson, who might need to get to the postseason to survive. This will be one of the biggest stories of the spring in Wichita.

* One of my favorite new bands is Alabama Shakes. Their lead singer, Brittany Howard, reminds me a little of Janis Joplin. That’s pretty high praise, I’m aware.

* We’re down to 43 male contestants in “American Idol,” and I’m picking three to go far. They are: Curtis Finch, Nick Boddington, Devin Velez.

* I think Scott Pelley is a terrific anchor for “CBS News,” and an even better correspondent for “60 Minutes.”

* I can’t wait to see Melissa McCarthy in “Identify Thief,” even though the movie is getting only lukewarm reviews.

* Are you watching “The Following” on Fox? Or is it too intense for you? My wife stuck with it for a couple of episodes before she had to give up. She now watches HGTV on the upstairs television while I watch Kevin Bacon chase killers, who so far have been able to separate themselves from getting caught by more than six degrees.

* That was a stretch, but I think it might have worked. Maybe.

* Valentine’s Day is so ridiculous. I treat my wife like it’s Valentine’s Day 365 days a year. I wonder if she agrees.

* I’ve tried to get an interview with Super Bowl official and Derby’s own Steve Stelljes, who was the head linesman for last Sunday’s game. But the NFL won’t allow Stelljes to talk to the media.

* When it comes to social media, I spend 75 percent of my time on Facebook and 25 percent on Twitter. Which makes me a Facebook guy, I suppose.

* It’ll be fun over the next few years watching the construction of the 13th Street bridge, which is going on close to where I live. That’s a game-changing project for Wichita’s west side. I know you east-siders don’t really care. But we’re pretty excited about it over here in the sticks.

* My phone just buzzed with the news that the Cardinals and third baseman David Freese have avoided arbitration with a one-year deal. My phone buzzes several times a day with news, some of which I care about. My phone pretty much owns me.

* Have you had just about enough of this Kobe Bryant-Dwight Howard nonsense?

* Thanks for checking in. I hope your weekend is good. I’ll be back with more on the blog Monday, before I head up to Lawrence for the Kansas-Kansas State game.

 

More on Ricky Ross

Thanks to everyone who read my column in this morning’s paper – and on Kansas.com, of course – about Ricky Ross and Conner Frankamp. I appreciate all of the comments that column elicited.

It further proves my point about how much City League basketball means to so many of us.

Conner Frankamp is a current City League basketball icon; Ricky Ross was one back in the day.

I have covered and seen a lot of CL hoops over the years and Ross, who played at South from 1976-79, helped define an era. I’ve heard from people today who remember watching him play. One reader, who officiated high school basketball at the time, wrote about the “snap” he heard coming from Ross’ fingertips when he would get off a shot. When the reader heard that noise, he said, he knew the basketball was going in the basket, no doubt about it.

Ross was 6-foot-6 with guard skills. He was such a tremendous scorer that he has never gotten the credit he deserves for the other aspects of his game, especially passing. He was a tremendous passer and, although he averaged 27.1 points per game as a junior and 31.7 as a senior, he passed a lot. Ross played on outstanding teams for the Titans, with quite a few other good players. In fact, guard Mike Sims was, like Ross, an All-State player during the 1978-79 season.

Many of those who saw Ross play at South have a hard time believing anyone could rise to his level as a high school player. Trust me, so did I. Until I watched North’s Frankamp, the most prolific scorer in City League history.

With all due respect to the other great players in the league’s history – and a special nod to former Heights point guard Darnell Valentine – the debate about the best ever seems to boil down to two: Ross or Frankamp?

Those in the Ross camp like to point out the stiff competition and wealth of outstanding players who were in the City League at that time. It’s true that Ross had to contend with the likes of Valentine, Antoine Carr, Greg Dreiling, Aubrey Sherrod, Chris Boyd, Calvin Alexander, Doc Holden, Les Pace, Mike Boushka, Karl Papke, Greg Williams, Greg Dreiling and Jeff Konek. Ten of those guys played Division I basketball. The City League was loaded during the Ross era.

It was interesting to hear Ross talk about his legacy Tuesday night, when I sat with Ross as we watched Frankamp score 48 points in a win over East. Ross is one of the most humble people I have ever known. And I’m sure he has always been a little embarrassed that he didn’t make it bigger in the game of basketball. I can tell he doesn’t like to talk about all of that.

Ross talked about how much he appreciates it when people come up to him and tell him how much they enjoyed watching him play high school basketball at South. Ross still speaks glowingly about his teammates and his coach, Bill Himebaugh. Those years are fresh in his 51-year-old memory.

I’m sure I have written more inches about Ricky Ross in my newspaper career than anyone else. He is such a fascinating character. Some would say that fascination stems around the unfulfilled talent that Ross possessed, but I don’t see it like that.

Ross had a very good freshman season at KU in 1979-80, averaging 11.7 points per game. He played on a 15-14 team that included Valentine, Tony Guy, John Crawford and Booty Neal.

But Ross didn’t stick with the Jayhawks. He eventually bounced around at a couple of junior colleges in California before turning up at Tulsa, where he was an All-Missouri Valley Conference player as a senior in 1983-84 after being a second-team selection as a junior.

Those who dismiss Ross’ college career as disappointing probably shouldn’t. His problem was trying to live up to the hype. The comparisons to Michael Jordan, which at the time were not outlandish. The notion that Ross was a lock to become an NBA superstar.

Under the weight of those expectations, he fell short. Most would.

Ross may have lacked the self-discipline to realize his NBA dreams. He probably wasn’t as good a defender as he could have been. A few of his City League contemporaries did make it to the NBA, but he didn’t.

That has always made me sad. But Ross doesn’t share that sentiment. He is thankful for everything he got out of basketball, he said. He didn’t follow the path so many of us thought he would follow, but he wound up in a good place. He doesn’t show a hint of bitterness.

It makes me wonder how far Frankamp will take basketball. It’s so difficult to tell and Ross wouldn’t even think about trying to make a prediction. He knows all too well about the potential pratfalls and detours.

As they were shaking hands after the East-North game the other night, Ross wished Frankamp well. They had their picture taken together before Ross disappeared through the door and out of the North gym, back to a life that perhaps didn’t turn out like he thought it would.

What a big club that is.

 

 

Memories of a sports writer

Last week, I took you throughthe first phase of my newspaper career at The Eagle. Riveting stuff, as I recall. I’m sure you’ve been on the edge of your seats, waiting for Part II.

But Part II is what you’re getting today, like it or not.

So we’ll pick up the story in 1991, after the high school extra, “Score,”  that some of us produced for four years folded.

My sports editor at the time, Tom Shine, decided to put me back on the Wichita State beat, which I had previously in 1980-81. I was older now, more assured and, honestly, a much better reporter, which is the essence of covering any beat. The best beat writers are really beat reporters. It’s getting the story that is the most important thing. Not that good writing isn’t important because I think it always is. But if you don’t cover the beat, you don’t have stories to write.

Make sense?

Anyway, this time I spent four years on the WSU beat, traveling to garden spots like Terre Haute, Ind., and Cedar Falls, Iowa. Actually, it was a blast, even though the Shockers’ basketball team, coached by Mike Cohen and Scott Thompson, was abysmal. WSU literally won a handful of road games during my four seasons on the beat.

But our traveling party included sports information director Scott Schumacher, KAKE television anchor Roger Wallace, who did the TV games at the time, Mike Kennedy, Steve Shogren and Roger’s analyst, who was Tom Kosich.

We all got along well and that made the road trips bearable. And as bad as Shocker basketball was during those years, Shocker baseball was a different story. I covered WSU in the College World Series three years in a row, from 1991 to 1993. The Shocks were loaded with great players and good guys and covering that team is one of the highlights of my career.

Still, I was ready to get off the beat by the end of the 1994 baseball season and try something new. I became the sports department’s general assignment reporter and was given great freedom to find good stories and write them. My emphasis was producing a good Sunday reader each week. I was a GA for about two years before kind of stumbling into the columnist position.

When our columnist at the time, Fred Mann, decided to move to our news side, I pushed for the job. Fortunately, the sports editor at the time, Sherry Johnson, was open to the idea. But she first wanted to give me a trial run and asked me to come up with some columns.

One of the first I wrote was about the 1996 United States women’s gymnastics team, and it wasn’t entirely flattering. The editors at The Eagle put that column on Page 1A, to my surprise, and it created some feedback, much of it negative. Little did I know that was going to be the story of my life as a sports columnist.

I didn’t flench. One of my next columns called for the firing of Scott Thompson as Wichita State’s basketball coach. I had covered Thompson’s teams for three seasons and consider him one of the best people I have ever been around in this business. But the Shockers were awful and Thompson, who appeared to be a good hire after some success as Rice, wasn’t turning things around.

It wasn’t long after that column that Thompson was, indeed, fired. And Randy Smithson was hired. I would go on to have a hot and cold relationship with Smithson during his four seasons as coach, writing some of the most critical columns I have ever written about a guy I have always had respect for.

Column writing is an interesting profession, and it’s not for everyone. At first, I wasn’t sure it was for me. I was getting a lot of feedback, which any writer enjoys, but a good percentage of it was hateful. It was a brand new world and it took me time to understand why people were so fired up about the things I was writing.

My editors – first Sherry Johnson and then Kirk Seminoff – were encouraging. More than once, I’m sure, they talked me off the ledge. Honestly, though, I did enjoy the give-and-take with readers, even when they disagreed. I enjoy conflict, what can I say. But I also know, I think, when to turn it off. And I have always understood that sports is not about life and death, usually, and that a difference of opinion should not become a character assassination.

Readers, for the most part, have been tremendous. Even most of those who don’t agree with something I’ve written. No columnist wants total agreement with what he/she writes. That would be boring and it would mean the columnist wasn’t doing the job.

I have always had strong opinions (just ask my friends), and I have never been shy about sharing them. And they’re just that, opinions. Neither right nor wrong, although I certainly believe everything I write.

Writing columns has given me the best years of my journalism career. I’d like to do it another few years before starting to perhaps slow down just a little. I hope, though, that I’m always writing at least occasionally for The Eagle, where I have worked since I was 19. Apparently I like it.

Thanks again for reading and for indulging me as I write about me.