MY TRIBUTE TO JULIUS ERVING (REVISED)

FROM THE HOSS MARTIN ARCHIVES:

On Monday, June 10, 2013, the highly anticipated and long overdue retrospective on the career of Julius Erving will air on NBA TV called The Doctor, which has been adequately advertised on sports broadcasting outlets throughout the land. Personally, I believe this will be an excellent opportunity for many in my generation and those following to understand how this athlete impacted society.

The significance of Erving in my life is based on the fact that he was the very first sports figure that I had ever seen on television and in person. From my initial experiences of elementary school, I was so absorbed by Erving that I took the opportunity to draw and pay homage to him during art period while teachers had time to prepare the next lesson. I immediately thought of how this interpretation of my hero would appear.

Unfortunately, my artwork did not become the masterpiece that I had intended. I maladroitly portrayed the American legend in exaggerated ebony hues with the largest natural (afro) in recorded history donning the number six in the front. My teacher inevitably asked, “Who is this supposed to be?” “He’s Dr. J,” I responded.

Now, I certainly had no delusions of becoming the next Monet, but I did not believe that I would devolve into the Lord, help him (class clown) label for at least that morning in a private school. This was one of many comedy classics I provided my parents over the years that would not be surpassed until I feebly attempted to impersonate veteran broadcaster George Blaha (Detroit Pistons) via cassette tape recorder a few years later. Both of these unspectacular efforts are hidden deeply in the Martin Family archives never to be opened until my daughters place me in a retirement home or something of the sort.

Regardless of these puerile episodes, The Doctor was a fixture in my backyard as Dwayne, Richard, Michael, a host of neighborhood characters, and myself would attempt to play basketball just like Mr. Erving did, especially while using an autographed Artis Gilmore red, white, and blue ball. Richard would ultimately have the ability to pattern his game after Erving due to his size and agility as he often yelled, “Doc!” while hitting the game-winning basket; those would be the only moments that I dreaded hearing a Dr. J reference in my life.

I was not quite as fortunate as Richard in possessing Erving’s skillset. No, my game resembled Dennis Johnson of 1989-1990 (his last season and not that of the 1979 World Champion Seattle Supersonics, etc.) than anything else. When I attended a summer basketball camp at the University of Toledo one year, Stan Joplin, one of the camp’s coaches (a man I still have a tremendous amount of respect for to very this day) once told me, “Son, you are running this drill like you have arthritis in your knees.” At the time all I could envision was seeing Redd Foxx playing a character curling his fingers in an attempt to deceive his son in one of the best television series of all time, and I knew then that I would never be like The Doctor.

As for Julius Erving, I tend to view his career in three phases as follows: the ABA era, transition into NBA, and championship to retirement. Since the American Basketball Association did not appear to have the proper fortune of being as well-organized as its American Football League counterparts, Dr. J’s exploits in his early days as a professional relied heavily on the lore of personal accounts due to the lack of broadcasting opportunities at the time. There was enough footage depicting the gifted Erving seemingly soaring through the air in suspended animation with the famed tri-colored ball in one hand with the only movement coming from his finely coiffed hair en route to a slam dunk.

Unfortunately, The Doctor had little choice but to languish in the old ABA perhaps for a longer duration than what he may have anticipated with the entwinement of jurisprudence between the Virginia Squires, Milwaukee Bucks, and Atlanta Hawks that ultimately prevented fans from seeing Erving team-up with Oscar Robertson & Kareem Abdul-Jabbar (Bucks) or with Pete Maravich and the Atlanta Hawks. Either option that would have allowed Dr. J to leave the ABA would have drastically altered professional basketball history. Instead, Erving proceeded to win two ABA titles before the eventual merger between the National Basketball Association and American Basketball Association.

After another circumstance of the imbroglio, Erving’s career was part of another soap opera as the former New York Nets (Brooklyn Nets today) and New York Knicks somehow failed to secure Dr. J, which sent both franchises into a tailspin as he went on to make the improving Philadelphia 76ers championship contenders. Most NBA fans assumed that Erving, Caldwell Jones, and then Lloyd Free were virtual locks to win a world championship during the 1976 season until Bill Walton and friends defeated Philadelphia.

A few years later, my dad would drive the family to the Pontiac Silverdome to see the Detroit Pistons compete against various teams. The Pistons were in transition from Dick Vitale’s short tenure as head coach to the arrival of Isiah Thomas and Kelly Tripucka that would finally release the snake-bitten franchise out its doldrums. Of course, Detroit would use any promotion possible from wristbands to gym bags to lure fans to the gates, but nothing needed to be done or said when the 76ers arrived. Amazingly, the Pistons usually gave their best effort against Doc in comparison to the uninspired games against the Cleveland Cavaliers.

Dr. J’s celebrity status grew exponentially playing against NBA competition along with endorsements and even a theatrical endeavor in the film, The Fish That Saved Pittsburgh. Yes, the movie was not any better than Semi-Pro or Space Jam; it just had an appeal seeing Doc with Meadowlark Lemon in a fictional account, though.

By 1980, my allegiance was vacillating between Erving’s 76ers and the Los Angeles Lakers in the NBA Finals because Magic Johnson had just led my favorite college basketball team to an NCAA title the season prior. Even as I wavered, I was captivated by Doc’s levitation along the baseline as one of the most memorable shots in league history for a man who was approximately 30 years old at the time. LA would prevail countervailing Dr. J’s NBA title hopes for another season.

The infusion of new talent in the NBA like Earvin Johnson, Larry Bird, Isiah Thomas, and Dominique Wilkins made Erving’s odds of winning an outright world championship even more unlikely as his abilities were changing due to several seasons of professional basketball. In 1982, Erving finally received the kind of assistance that he needed so many years before when Philadelphia acquired Moses Malone to be the lynchpin and catalyst for a world championship in a rematch against the Los Angeles Lakers. 76ers’ confidence was so high that even Malone stepped into presumption as he made his grand promulgation, “Fo’, fo’, fo’” in relation to Philadelphia having the ability to sweep teams in four consecutive games during the playoffs; the bold presage was only off by one game as Doc earned a coveted world championship.

Although Erving would compete for three more seasons following, it was evident that he would probably never win another ring as a competitor since Charles Barkley was in the nascent stage of his very own Hall of Fame career beginning with an aging 76ers. In addition, the aspiring Michael Jordan would take the NBA and the world by storm with a convergence of determination and clever marketing that is yet to be matched regardless of sport. By 1987, The Doctor would retire from the hardwood with the kind of class and dignity that did not allow him to attempt to settle age-old enmities in his Naismith Memorial Basketball Hall of Fame induction speech.

After his induction, the evolution of yellow journalism and changing attitudes about capturing celebrities in moments of indiscretion has even been deleterious to a man, such as Erving, who was as careful about his public image as humanly possible. While I did not expect Dr. J to be perfect regardless, I naively assumed he had built such good rapport with media that it would have shielded him from the tabloids. This could provide a partial explanation for Allen Iverson’s aversion or at least distrust of the press when his career began.

Sadly, I have learned over the years that it is ill-conceived for us to expect superstars to be sanctified every second of a day while we are full of imperfections ourselves. This is a proper metaphor for sanctimonious behavior. Nonetheless, Julius Winfield Erving II will always be my favorite athlete of all time whether or not I ever have the fortune to make acquaintance with “the” number six.

Saturday, June 01, 2013

Cowboys Win, Media Not So Much: A Conversation about Washington’s NFL Franchise

FROM THE HOSS MARTIN ARCHIVES:

The Dallas Cowboys’ 31-16 defeat of NFC East foe Washington Redskins on Sunday Night Football validated the notion that Dallas and all of the pageantry of the NFL’s Taj Mahal, AT&T Stadium, certainly is aesthetically pleasing to millions of professional football fans throughout the land on primetime television. Although Washington’s quarterback Robert Griffin III was showing steady improvement in his mobility and overall game, the Cowboys’ attenuated, makeshift defensive line contained the versatile QB before he could lead the Redskins to multiple touchdowns even after defensive end DeMarcus Ware’s evening on the field ended abruptly.

            Dallas not only had to adopt a platoon philosophy on the defensive side, the sudden injury to running back DeMarco Murray after opening the contest with a four-yard touchdown run forced the Cowboys to lean on the services of Joseph Randle, who is in the nascent stage of his career, as the primary ball carrier for the remainder of the game. Nonetheless, another contributor, wide receiver Dwayne Harris, displayed the kind of grit necessary when he finally had to showcase his skills. Harris’ efforts on special teams (two punt returns for 109 yards and a touchdown, two kick returns for 113 yards) was largely responsible for tipping the balance in the Cowboys’ favor.

            Quarterback Tony Romo’s surprisingly steady influence and elusiveness in his own right allowed him to evade the Redskins’ pressure to stun his opponent even when was not playing at an optimal level. Romo completed 18 of 30 pass attempts for 170 yards, one touchdown, and one interception. Now Dallas has a 3-3 record and is tied with the Philadelphia Eagles for first place in a lackluster division, and the Cowboys must travel to Lincoln Financial Field to meet the aforementioned Eagles for a slight edge in control of the NFC East during early season play.

            On another topic for discussion, the venerable Bob Costas, who has equaled Howard Cosell as the éminence grise of sports journalists in my lifetime, took the opportunity to eloquently educate the country via brief dissertation about the perils of having the ‘Redskins’ as a team’s nickname during halftime. While the points Mr. Costas made were logical in scope, it only briefly mentioned the most egregious of images in North American sports with regards to the once prominent Cleveland Indians’ logo.

            In addition, the national media (save for Costas perhaps) did not appear to be ready to take a stand in the argument until the President of the United States of America recently admitted that the Washington Redskins’ issue probably should be revisited by both franchise ownership and league governance. Now, viewers can observe various media outlets daily make mention of the obvious incendiary nature of the derogatory name.

            This is especially troublesome for me when I remember the first thought-provoking article on the subject with a photograph of a concerned Native American woman seated in front of pennants bearing the names of various races and/or ethnic groups approximately 30 years ago by Sports Illustrated. Reading that story in conjunction with meeting a gentleman of Native American descent while working in an educational television station in Claremore, Oklahoma as he explained to us as his colleagues how these names being used in various forms generally made him feel as an individual was very enlightening, to say the least.

            In retrospect, President Obama generally should be commended for his candor on the subject. The problem with this situation is that the American media should not be poltroons in this endeavor because it smacks of elitism when they ignore the entreaties of the populists in favor of the powerful at times.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

My Apology to Michael Jordan

FROM THE HOSS MARTIN ARCHIVES:

        On May 12, 1988, The Chicago Bulls went on the road to defeat the Detroit Pistons 105-95. Following the game, my parents drove the approximate one-hour back to Toledo as I reflected upon how much difficulty my childhood favorite Detroit Pistons were going to have defeating the Bulls in the playoff series. I continued to replay all of the various ways Michael Jordan was able to score via dunks, lay-ups, and jump shots over the vaunted Pistons’ defense; I went on to have an extreme sense of disdain for the budding superstar as a result.

            Of course, the Pistons would eventually dispose of the Bulls, but it definitely gave my cause for concern as the divisional rivals kept meeting in confrontational regular season/playoff games following the 1988-1989 season. In addition, the National Basketball Association quickly instituted the “Flagrant Foul” as a means to aid Jordan by punishing the Pistons (also New York Knicks) from the clothesline tactics of Rick Mahorn and Bill Laimbeer as the 1990s commenced.

            Although I was a young man at the time, I had a keen sense that the NBA was positioning Jordan as being the centerpiece of the brand as Earvin “Magic” Johnson and Larry Bird’s careers were about to wane. I could see the immediate impact of this transition do to the vast numbers of Bulls’ apparel I saw worn around my hometown. A decade earlier, a Chicago Bulls’ player, such as Reggie Theus, could not even give away the franchise’s souvenir items if he wanted.

            As expected, Michael Jordan was able to lead the Chicago Bulls to a championship in 1991, and the march towards the Hall of Fame was in motion. A year later, I began my studies at Oral Roberts University and watched Jordan hoist championship trophies like it was mandated by birth. My irate disposition regarding Jordan began to leak out in my dorm room commentary to the point where some of my wingmates probably thought I was imitating a Richard Pryor/George Carlin comedy album from the 1970s. I guess my resident advisor and chaplain were semi-concerned about my attitude and said, “You ought not to say those things about Michael Jordan”. I began to dislike any associations with Chicago/North Carolina such as the following: Bears, Cubs, White Sox, Blackhawks, Tar Heels, Chicago pizza, politicians, etc.

            Sadly, my feelings about Jordan did not change until July 23, 1993. The senseless murder of Mr. James R. Jordan, Sr., his father, had a profound impact on me because of my relationship with my own father. I could not imagine the pain Jordan went through because I could not comprehend what my thoughts would have been if someone took either of my parents away from me. So, I did not believe it was unexpected for Jordan to enter into this first retirement as a result.

            Prior to Michael Jordan’s return to the NBA in 1995, I began to reflect on all of his qualities that I do admire. Jordan was able to use motivation and determination as a powerful combination to get an advantage over his opponents. Now, some of his detractors were quick to address his less than sanctified habits during his career, but I would argue that it was not necessarily Mr. Jordan’s responsibility to become the Patron Saint of Professional Basketball. At the time, his primary objective was to be there for his family, friends, team, and his charitable endeavors.

            When Michael Jordan returned to the NBA following his second retirement, I was really hoping he could perform well enough to lead the lowly Washington Wizards (still Bullets to me) into a playoff appearance for old time’s sake. Unfortunately, Jordan was unable to carry the deadweight of teammate Kwame Brown through his nearly 40-year-old legs for a playoff run in his final season as a professional. I thought Jordan’s teammates should have manned-up enough to send him a more appropriate send-off after such an illustrious career, but he was unable to communicate to them the type of intensity that was necessary to become winners in their profession.

            In the end, I guess Michael Jordan was somehow able to get even with me for my bad feelings towards him in years past. When I first met the woman who became my wife, the first question I inquired of her was which state she called home. Her immediate answer with pride was, “I’m from North Carolina!” Next, I looked up towards the ceiling and thought, “God really does have a sense of humor.”            

June 15, 2010

The Indomitable Spirit

The past few weeks have put a halt to various sporting events and other activities that have not been witnessed probably since World War II. Of course, the cessation of some ball games is pale in comparison to the overall suffering of people worldwide, but perilous times can serve as a poignant reminder to be thankful in times of tranquility.

            Nevertheless, these challenges will pass. The question is how the new realities of life will translate to the availability of sports, venues, and even discretionary income needed to even frequent these events.

Although I am not capable of auguring specifics like many sports broadcasters attempt to do like Johnny Carson’s Carnac the Magnificent character, I surmise that there will be puissant Risorgimento across North American whenever activities can resume with the NBA, NHL, MLB, MLS, PGA, CFL, and NFL. There will be such a ravenous appetite for competition that broadcast stations may have scheduling conflicts attempting to provide content for all of these sports.

In the meantime, we must possess the kind of indomitable spirit necessary to carry on even if circumstances do not necessarily appear to be improving. It will require a warrior’s mentality to be the lone voice of encouragement in the wilderness that may be ignored initially but will ultimately gain traction by likeminded individuals.

Therefore, abbreviated seasons or not, the athletic world could become a balm of Gilead in a secular sense to provide an appearance of normalcy as governments and organizations recover. Many historians had noted how the sports world changed substantially following World War II: athletes were eager to participate and fans were just as zealous to see them.

This should serve as a motivating factor for the have-not franchises in professional sports to develop the kind of verve necessary to become successful. The late Al Davis was once quoted as saying, “I will do anything to win!” Hopefully, some of these organizations will adopt this motto for the benefit of their fans instead of being able to turn another profit.

As for me, I intend to follow the example recently provided by a respected performance coach named Derick Gant (derickgant.com) by asserting myself henceforth as follows:

                        If you want to be HEARD, speak loudly.

                        If you want to CHANGE, step out of line

                        If you want to be THE BEST, live excellence.

                        If you want to SUCCEED, be relentless.

                        If you want to be RICH, do the above.

The Significance of Kansas City Chiefs’ Return to Championship Game

Fifty years ago this month, yours truly was not even born. Nevertheless, the Kansas City Chiefs defeated the Minnesota Vikings 23-7 in the World Championship of Professional Football on January 11, 1970, which was the final matchup between the American Football League and National Football League before the merger between the two adversaries was completed after four years. The Chiefs’ victory in Super Bowl IV was also notable for being the first franchise to win a championship with having African-Americans comprising the majority of the team.

            Late owner Lamar Hunt, founder of the AFL, and head coach Hank Stram earned plaudits for having a broadminded approach to the procurement of talent by employing the services of Lloyd Wells who is said to have played an integral role in finding players from historically black colleges and universities. This development helped the AFL to fortify its rosters with talent to the point where it was almost an even playing field between the NFL and AFL. When the salaries of these players began to escalate, the two loggerheads were left with little choice but to create a merger in 1996 which led to a Common Draft and the institution of a championship game that became known as the Super Bowl.

            On Sunday, the Chiefs were finally able to secure their return to the Super Bowl after defeating the Tennessee Titans 35-24 in the AFC Championship Game that has Lamar Hunt’s name on it after a 50-hiatus the day for the Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. holiday. In that spirit of their predecessors, Kansas City will take its diverse roster of talent and see what the talented, young quarterback Patrick Mahomes can do as they meet the San Francisco 49ers in Miami for Super Bowl LIV.

            Moreover, the exploits of Mahomes and his improvisational skills in throwing the football against the vaunted 49ers’ defense should lead to a compelling championship game compared to the hypnopompic quality of Super Bowl LIII between the New England Patriots and Los Angeles Rams in Atlanta. The dichotomy in styles of a prolific aerial assault and a balanced attack will provide even neutral observers reasons to watch the contest besides the commercials alone.

            If the Chiefs manage to become champions after five decades, head coach Andy Reid may be the happiest Chief of them all. Reid’s coaching career commenced approximately 12 years following the Chiefs’ last involvement in the Big Game as a graduate assistant at BYU. He has been involved in many areas in college and professional football over the decades and is seen by many as being quite deserving of obtaining the ultimate victory as head coach, but San Francisco’s Kyle Shanahan has other ideas such as redeeming himself from the 28-3 debacle from his days in Atlanta.

            Of course, few people expect Reid to have a microphone attached to him as the late Stram did in 1970. Reid’s personality is seen as being more akin to the stereotypes of the Midwest by some, yet he will garner a bit more élan if he has an opportunity to hoist the Vince Lombardi Trophy on February 2nd. Somehow the Lombardi and Hunt trophies should be a great sight adjacent to each other.

Hoss Martin’s Autobiography

 

My parents discovered my obsession with sports and broadcasting when I “borrowed” their cassette tape recorder in a feeble endeavor to imitate Detroit Pistons’ venerated sports commentator George Blaha back in the late seventies. Of course, they opted to keep that amateur “podcast” for years instead of erasing it in a bribery attempt to be used against me when I got out-of-line. Henceforth, I spent most of my time in barbershops promulgating the merits of why my favorite teams should perform better, but I usually attempted to take notes of signature moments in sports for later usage consequently. Although I attended and received my Bachelor of Science in Mass Media Communications from Oral Roberts University in 1996, I never really had an appropriate outlet for these reflections of previous and current sporting events. I was finally able to unleash over 35 years of hidden frustration when I met DJ Mike (http://djmikeshow.com/), who was the impetus behind the establishment of Sports Round-Up With Hoss Martin on November 23, 2010, under the aegis of Chris Mar Studios. So, please enjoy these postings of blog entries, statistics, and links contained on the website; just do not inquire about my parents about that tape mentioned above. Contact: hossmartin@hossmartin.com

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