Friday, May 31, 2024

Why They Can't Quit Trump

"I wish I knew how to quit you!" -- Jake Gyllenhaal as Jack Twist
"Then why don't you?" -- Heath Ledger as Ennis Del Mar
-- Brokeback Mountain

Trae Crowder, a comedian-turned-author from Tennessee, who calls himself and his YouTube channel "The Liberal Redneck," says that a lot of poor, rural Southern Democrats switched sides because Trump was saying exactly what they want to hear, even though, before this, he wasn't their kind of guy -- and vice versa.

And even though it's now obvious to anyone who's been paying attention that he's a liar, a hypocrite, a bigot, a lousy President, and a genuine threat to democracy, he says they can't give up on him: "They're too dug in, they're too committed... It's like sports and pro wrestling, all wrapped up in one. It's their team, and they want their team to win."

He's right. He's also right to separate sports and pro wrestling, since pro wrestling, being scripted, is no sport.

Yesterday, Donald Trump was convicted on 34 criminal felony counts in the State of New York -- by a jury, all 12 of whose members his lawyer -- and thus, Trump himself, it is implied -- approved. It wasn't President Joe Biden who convicted Trump. It wasn't the U.S. Department of Justice. It wasn't Attorney General Merrick Garland. It wasn't the judge. It was the jury, having seen the evidence, and heard Trump's defense against it.

It is official now: Donald Trump is a convicted felon. Donald Trump is a criminal. So much for being the candidate of "law and order." One thing he hasn't said in response is, "But I didn't mean me!" But, of course, he has to have thought it.

At this point, the Trump fans have invested too much, emotionally. They can't "let go." He's "their team" now. They can no more renounce Trump than they could renounce their college football team, or the Dale Earnhardt racing organization. If their favorite country singer denounced Trump, they'd just pretend he never said that, just like they do with the garbage Trump says.

Nick Hornby, an English writer and an obsessive fan of Arsenal, a soccer team in North London (which, in spite of the distance, I also support) put it this way: "Perhaps it's something you can't understand, unless you belong." These people found something to belong to, that was bigger than themselves. Some of them only previously had that with their families (but maybe not), and with their churches, and maybe (if they had it) with their military service. It's why some people become obsessed with fandom for a TV show, or a movie series, or a musical act.

Hornby got it right again: "When you've got nothing else going on in your life, Arsenal will fill in all the gaps. You get into a state about losing to Spurs, when you really ought to be getting into a state about yourself."

For these people, the things that they have fandom for have filled in the gaps. Trump filled in the gap by telling them that it was okay to be who they are, that it was okay to be a bigot, that it was okay to hate people for being another race, or another religion, or not having a completely straight sexual orientation and identity.

And when something happens that they don't like -- a singer, a brand of food, or something else taking a position that they can't stand, they "get into a state about it," instead of focusing on what's actually happening in their lives. In other words, understanding that voting Republican, including for Trump, hasn't improved their lives.

I root for the New York Yankees. The woman who lives next-door to me might be a fan of the TV show Grey's Anatomy. The man who lives on the other side might be a fan of country music legend George Strait. (That's just an example, and is really unlikely: He's not from the U.S.) And there's a guy around the corner from me with Trump stickers all over his pickup truck, even though my hometown hasn't voted for a Republican candidate for President since 1988.

They can't quit Trump. It would be admitting that they'd been fooled.

"Fool me once, shame on, shame on you. Fool me, can't get fooled again." George W. Bush said this while he was in office. He was so convinced of his own goodness that he couldn't bring himself to say, "Shame on me."

The actual line: "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." For a Trump fan to quit him now would be admitting that he'd been fooled -- not just once (2016), not just twice (2020), not just three times (2024), but continuously, repeatedly, again and still, ever since he came down the escalator at Trump Tower and announced he was running for President by spewing bigoted lies.

To admit that they've been fooled that much, and been that wrong, for nine years is more than their "real American," "American exceptionalism," "Christian," "white privilege" minds can handle. It's the same reason they don't believe in science, and simply say, "God did it": It's just... too... hard.

When my father was in college, when my mother was in high school, this country had a President named John F. Kennedy. He said, "We choose to go to the moon in this decade, and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard! Because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills! Because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one which we intend to win!"

Compare that with the man who may be the last Kennedy-style Democrat to become President, Joe Biden: "I've never been more optimistic about America's future. We just have to grab hold of it. We have to remember who in the hell we are. We are the United States of America. There is nothing, nothing, nothing beyond our capacity. Nothing. I mean it."

Biden gets it. Kennedy got it. America declared and secured its independence from Britain. It settled the West. It ended slavery. It took the leadership of the Industrial Revolution. It beat the Kaiser. It beat Hitler's Axis. It extended civil rights. Yes, it landed on the Moon. And it forced two corrupt Presidents out of office, one through the impeachment process (Richard Nixon resigned in 1974), one through election defeat (Trump in 2020).

None of those things was easy. All of them were hard. All of them had to be done, anyway. And all of them were done.

Prosecuting Trump has been hard. It has to be done, anyway. And it is being done.

For many of Trump's fans, quitting him may be the hardest thing they've ever been asked to do. It has to be done. It's up to them now.

Tuesday, May 28, 2024

May 28, 1934: The Dionne Quintuplets Are Born

Dr. Roy Dafoe with the Dionne Quintuplets

May 28, 1934, 90 years ago: Five live baby girls are born to Elzire and Oliva-Édouard Dionne in Callender, Ontario, about 215 miles north of Toronto. To a world, and in particular a native country, Canada, suffering through the Great Depression, this successful birth of quintuplets, a rarity at the time, was considered a treasure.

The Dionnes were Franco-Ontarians, with French as their only language, at a time when French-Canadians, especially outside largely French-speaking Quebec, were discriminated against; and, within their own community, dominated by the Catholic Church, where any kind of birth control, in this era before the birth control pill, was forbidden.

And so, the Dionnes had already had 6 children, 5 of whom had survived infancy: Ernest, then 9 years old, meaning he was born when Elzire was just 16 (they married when she was 15 and he was 21); Rose Marie, 7; Thérèse, 6; Léo, who died of pneumonia just after birth; Daniel, 3, and Pauline, just 11 months.

In other of birth, they were: Yvonne Édouilda Marie, Annette Lillianne Marie, Cécile Marie Émilda, Émilie Marie Jeanne, and Marie Reine Alma. (Yes, each one had "Marie," the French version of "Mary," in her name. Did I mention that the family was Catholic?)

After the "quints," who made 11, they had 3 more sons, for a total of 14 children: Oliva Jr., Victor, and, giving Elzire something of a break, Claude was not born until 1946, when she was 37.

The Dionne girls were premature. After 4 months with their family, custody was signed over to the Red Cross, who paid for their care and oversaw the building of a hospital for the sisters. Less than a year after this agreement was signed, the Ontario government stepped in and passed the Dionne Quintuplets' Guardianship Act, 1935 which made them wards of the Crown until the age of 18.

The Ontario Provincial government and those around them began to profit by making them a significant tourist attraction. The fuss made over the quints was intense, without consideration to the feelings of the other children.

They starred in 3 feature films, fictionalized versions of their story, as "the Wyatt Quintuplets," with Jean Hersholt (despite his French-sounding name, he was from Denmark) starring as their doctor, John Luke, in all 3: The Country Doctor in 1936, Reunion in 1936, and Five of a Kind in 1938. The last of these starred Claire Trevor and Cesar Romero as radio journalists, competing for the quints' story. Essentially, Hersholt was playing Elzire's obstetrician, Dr. Allan Roy Dafoe, who became the quints' pediatrician until his death in 1943, from complications from cancer, at age 60.

In 1944, Betty Hutton starred in The Miracle of Morgan's Creek, as an American housewife who has 6 baby boys at once: Sextuplets. A newspaper headline made for the film reads, "CANADA DEMANDS A RECOUNT!" (In real life, Hutton had 3 children, all separate births.)

The quintuplets left the family home upon turning 18 years old in 1952, and had little contact with their parents afterwards. There may have been reason for it: In 1995, the 3 surviving quints alleged that their father had abused them. I won't post the details.
The Dionne Quintuplets in 1952

Perhaps the Church would have been disappointed if none of the sisters had become a nun, and one did, Émilie. But she developed seizures, and asked not to be left unattended. On August 6, 1954, at age 19, the nun who was supposed to be watching her thought she was asleep, and went to Mass. Émilie had another seizure, rolled onto her belly and, unable to raise her face from her pillow, accidentally suffocated and died. She was buried at Sacred Heart Cemetery in Corbeil, Ontario, near their hometown of Callender. And then there were four.

Marie, the youngest, married first, and had 2 daughters. Annette married, and had 3 sons. Cécile married, and had 5 children, 1 dying in infancy, and produced the only multiple birth among the quints, twin sons. Annette and Cécile eventually divorced, and Marie separated from her husband. Yvonne never married, or had children.

In 1965, author James Brough wrote a book, in cooperation with the then 4 surviving sisters, titled We Were Five. In 1970, when they were 36, Marie Houle was living alone in an apartment in Montreal, and her sisters were worried after not hearing from her in several days. Her doctor went to her home and found her in bed, Marie having been dead for days. A blood clot was found on her brain, and it was determined that she had died on February 27. She was buried at Cimètiere de Saint-Bruno-de-Montarville, outside Montreal. And then there were three.

Their father, Oliva-Édouard, lived until 1979, age 75; their mother Elzire, until 1986, 77. In 1995, they lost their brother Ernest, 69; their sister Rose Marie, 67; and their brother Daniel, 63.

Left to right: Yvonne, Cécile and Annette in 1995

On November 19, 1997, the McCaughey Septuplets, the world's first known seven-baby birth to survive infancy, were born in Des Moines, Iowa. Memories of the Dionne Quintuplets, the surviving 3 then being 62, were brought up. The survivors wrote an open letter to parents Bobbi and Kenny McCaughey, warning against allowing too much publicity for the children. By that point, the surviving 3 Dionne sisters had reached a $4 million settlement with the Ontario government as compensation for their childhood exploitation.

Yvonne Dionne died on June 23, 2001, at 66, and was buried next to Marie at Sacred Heart in Corbeil. And then there were two.

Brother Victor lived until 2007, at age 79; brother Claude, until 2009, 63; brother Oliva Jr., until 2017, 81; sister Pauline, until 2018, 85; and sister Thérèse, until 2021, 91.

Cécile (left) and Annette, 2017

As of May 28, 2024, their 90th birthday, Annette Allard and Cécile Langlois live together in a house in in North Bay, Ontario. North Bay is the body of water on which Callander sat. The town's name was changed to North Bay, because of the confusion. A museum honoring the Quintuplets' legacy -- allegedly -- is nearby.

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Monday, May 27, 2024

Bill Walton, 1952-2024

If Bill Walton had never existed, and someone tried to create a fictional character based on him, no one would believe it.

William Theodore Walton III was born on November 5, 1952 in the San Diego suburb of La Mesa, California. His older brother Bruce (1951-2019) was a guard for the Dallas Cowboys from 1973 to 1975, his last game being Super Bowl X, which they lost to the Pittsburgh Steelers.

Like Bruce, his younger sister Cathy, and youngest brother Andy, he went to Helix High School in La Mesa. Other notable Helix graduates include football players Reggie Bush and Alex Smith, and actor Dennis Hopper. Between his sophomore and junior years, he grew from 6-foot-1 to 6-foot-7; by the time he graduated, he was 6-foot-11.

But his injury curse had already began: At Helix, he broke an ankle, a leg, and several bones in his feet. Before his sophomore season, he underwent surgery to repair torn cartilage on his left knee. He still managed to lead Helix to 49 straight wins and 2 State Championships.

Bill Walton was a loner, Dottie. A rebel. Yet he wanted to play basketball for the best coach in the college game, John Wooden of the University of California at Los Angeles. Having already led UCLA to the National Championship in 1964, 1965, 1967, 1968, 1969 and 1970, Wooden wanted him, too, and may have been the only coach who could make him fulfill his potential.

Until 1972, NCAA rules prohibited freshmen from playing on varsity teams, except in emergency conditions; so Wooden won the 1971 National Championship without Walton. Together, they won the National Championship in 1972 and 1973, and forged an 88-game winning streak from January 23, 1971 to January 19, 1974 that remains the record for men's college basketball. This included Walton's 21-for-22 shooting in the 1973 Final against Memphis State. In 1973, the Amateur Athletic Union (AAU) gave him the James E. Sullivan Memorial Award, as America's outstanding amateur athlete.

This was in spite of Walton's choice not to play for the U.S. team in the 1972 Olympics in Munich, Germany. At the time, it was thought to be because of his opposition to the Vietnam War. But it wasn't true: It was due to his bad experience at the 1970 World Championships, in Yugoslavia, under coach Hal Fisher. In a 2004 interview with ESPN, Walton said, "For the first time in my life, I was exposed to negative coaching and the berating of players, and the foul language, and the threatening of people who didn't perform."

In the men's basketball final, the U.S. controversially lost to the Soviet Union, 51-50. According to Russian sports historian Robert Edelman, "When they saw who was and wasn't on the U.S. team, that's when they started feeling like they'd actually have a chance. They followed American basketball closely, and they knew that no Walton was going to be a big deal." James Forbes was on that U.S. team, and he said, "If he plays, all of this becomes academic." Much like, that same month, if Bobby Orr hadn't been hurt, or if the NHL had led WHA defector Bobby Hull play for Canada, that hockey "Summit Series" doesn't go to the last minute of the last game.

(Speaking of Edelman: I heavily recommend his 2012 book about one of the world's great soccer teams, also a good work of Soviet national history: Spartak Moscow: A History of the People's Team in the Workers' State.)

A joke went around that "UCLA" stood for "U Can't Lose to Anybody." On January 19, 1974, UCLA traveled to play Notre Dame away. Coached by Richard "Digger" Phelps, and led by a freshman from Washington, D.C. named Adrian Dantley, the Fighting Irish -- who, 3 years earlier, were the last team to beat UCLA -- were 9-0, and ranked Number 2. Unlike UCLA's 1968 loss to the University of Houston at a packed Astrodome, this game was not billed beforehand as a "Game of the Century."

Had it been, it would have lived up to the hype. UCLA led by 11 points with 4 minutes to play. But Notre Dame went on a tear, and, with 6 seconds to go, took their 1st lead of the game, 71-70. One last-gasp effort by Walton missed, and the streak was over. (The University of Connecticut women's team broke the record with a 90-game streak, 2008-10.)

People who met Bill Walton were advised to never, ever mention this game to him. In his 1993 memoir Nothing But Net, he said it still bothered him. He complained about it many times afterward.

One week later, on January 26, there was a rematch at Pauley Pavilion in Los Angeles, and UCLA got its revenge, 94-75. Notre Dame finished the season 26-3, losing to Michigan in the NCAA Tournament's round of 16.

UCLA would get to the Semifinal, then lose to a North Carolina State team led by David Thompson. N.C. State then beat Marquette for the title. Without the graduating Walton, Wooden led UCLA to 1 last National Championship in 1975, and retired, winning 10 in 12 years. No other school has won that many. UCLA has since won an 11th title, in 1995.

Did I mention that Walton was a rebel? He wanted to grow his hair long, and to grow a beard. Wooden told him no. Walton took the high road, and calmly explained to Wooden that he was an adult, over age 18, and had the right to express himself that way; and, as an employee of a State university, Wooden had no right to stop him.

Wooden -- who also continued to call his previous big star, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, formerly named Lew Alcindor, "Lewis," and Kareem let him because of his high regard for him -- said, "William, I respect your right to express yourself. I'm sorry to see you go." Wooden was right: He did have the right to set rules for his players, and that if Walton wanted to break those rules, he would not play.

Walton's senior year, 1973-74, was the time of Watergate. He took a sheet of stationery with the UCLA masthead on it, wrote a letter on it, demanding that President Richard Nixon resign, and got all the UCLA basketball players to sign it. He then gave it to Wooden to sign. Wooden wouldn't sign it. Not because he thought Nixon should stay in office, but because the letter was on official UCLA stationery, and sending it would be tantamount to the school making the resignation demand its official policy. And Wooden was not willing to compromise the school that way. Walton understood.

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Walton was drafted by the Portland Trail Blazers. At first, he looked like tennis star Bjorn Borg: The Swede had long blond hair, wore a headband, and, just as some hockey players grow "playoff beards," he grew a beard only during Wimbledon. Walton had red hair, but the Blazers' red jerseys and a matching red headband were even redder than the hair and beard he was finally allowed to grow.
But hippie-ish Portland was his kind of place. He rode a bicycle from his apartment to the Portland Memorial Coliseum. He became a vegetarian, and began meditating. He began leaving tickets for his favorite band, the epitome of hippiedom: The Grateful Dead. He claimed to have seen them play over 850 concerts, including joining them on drums in a 1978 concert. At the Pyramids in Egypt. The band nicknamed him "Grateful Red."

Walton would later compare the Dead to a basketball team: There were five of them, they were a team, people traveled around to watch them perform, and their performances often included improvisation. "Of course," he said, "unlike a basketball team, the Grateful Dead have no opponents, unless you consider the police."

But the injury bug struck him again. He played only 35 games in 1974-75, rendering him unable to win the NBA's Rookie of the Year. (His UCLA teammate, Jamaal Wilkes, won it.) He was limited to 51 games in 1975-76. And he played 65 out of the 82 games in 1976-77.

But it was enough. The Blazers' head coached was Dr. Jack Ramsay, a Philadelphia native with a doctorate in education from the University of Pennsylvania. He had been the general manager of the Philadelphia 76ers when they won the 1967 NBA Championship. Blazers owner Larry Weinberg and general manager Harry Glickman hired Ramsay away from the Buffalo Braves in 1976.

And that 1st season in Portland, even more than the 68-13 1966-67 title season in Philadelphia, was Ramsay's masterstroke. A record of 49-33 was not particularly outstanding. But, talent-wise, they were: With Bill Walton at center; Maurice Lucas, Bob Gross, Corky Calhoun, Larry Steele and Lloyd Neal as forwards; and Lionel Hollins, Johnny Davis and Dave "Pinball" Twardzik as guards, the Blazers played the kind of artistic basketball that had rarely been seen: By the early 1970s New York Knicks, or maybe by one team or another in the ABA, but that was it.

In the Playoffs, the Blazers beat the Chicago Bulls, 2 games to 1; the Denver Nuggets, 4 games to 2; and the Los Angeles Lakers in 4 straight, including a signature dunk by Walton over his fellow UCLA graduate Kareem. In the Finals, the 76ers won the 1st 2 games, but the Blazers won the last 4, including a thrilling clincher in Portland in Game 6, 109-107. Walton was named the Most Valuable Player of the Finals.

In the locker room after that game, Ramsay -- who had previously coached Wilt Chamberlain in Philadelphia -- told the media, "I've never coached a better player, I've never coached a better competitor, and I've never coached a better person than Bill Walton." Walton, who, by this point, had ditched the headband and the long hair, but not the beard, said little: He was still badly affected by a stutter that he would later overcome. But his smile told the story.
Left to right: Jack Ramsay, Larry Weinberg,
Bill Walton & NBA Commissioner Larry O'Brien.
The championship trophy is now named for O'Brien.

For 11 months, from March 29, 1977 to February 28, 1978, the Portland Trail Blazers They went 70-15, counting the Playoffs, winning the franchise's 1st (and still only) NBA Championship. Walton was named the NBA's MVP in 1978. Boston Globe columnist and ESPN correspondent Bob Ryan said that this team played the game of basketball as well as it has ever been played.
Ryan also called them "the greatest what-if story in the history of basketball. If that team stays healthy, and stays together, I think we're looking at 3 out of 4, 4 out of 6."
It may have been even better than that. The next 2 NBA Western Conference titles were won by the Seattle SuperSonics, a good team, but with only one Hall-of-Famer, and he wasn't even considered their best player yet: Dennis Johnson. The Lakers got Earvin "Magic" Johnson for the 1979-80 season, so the Blazers probably don't reach the Finals that year. But in 1981, the Houston Rockets had a losing record, and made the Playoffs as the West's 6th seed. The Blazers could have reached 3 straight Finals, and 4 out of 5, before the Lakers totally took over the West.
But on February 28, 1978, Bill Walton, the Trail Blazers' fulcrum, broke his foot. Although he returned for 2 games of the Playoffs that year, he was never the same player again, and it took the Blazers a decade to recover. He was unhappy about the way the team's medical staff handled him, and demanded a trade. They wouldn't do it, and he sat out the 1978-79 season -- not that his injury left him with another choice.
Following his retirement, Walton and the Blazer organization reconciled. But the team has never truly replaced him. Their quest for another dominating big man led them in 1984 to draft Sam Bowie instead of Michael Jordan, and in 2007 to draft Greg Oden instead of Kevin Durant. As with Walton, both Bowie and Oden had already had a major injury, and both would see their pro careers ruined by additional injuries.
When ESPN did an episode of The Top 5 Reasons You Can't Blame... on drafting Bowie instead of Jordan, one of the reasons was "The Curse of Bill Walton." Walton was interviewed for the show, and, with a smile, knowing that it wasn't a curse that he'd actually placed on the team, he said, "Blame me." 
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His contract having run out, he signed with his hometown team, the San Diego Clippers. But his injuries recurred. In 1979-80, Walton played only 14 games. He missed the 1980-81 season. He missed the 1981-82 season. He played 33 games in 1982-83. In other words, from February 28, 1978 to October 28, 1983, 5 1/2 years, he played only 47 of a possible 443 games -- 10.6 percent. As he said in 1981, after one of his surgeries, "Minor surgery is what they do to someone else."

He managed to get into 55 games in 1983-84. But it was too late for the team. A healthy hometown hero might have brought a sellout of 14,000 fans to the San Diego Sports Arena (now named the Pechanga Arena) for every game. But without the key figure, no one wanted to spend their money to watch professional basketball.
Number 7 is Bobby "Bingo" Smith.
Both men would get their numbers retired:
Smith by Cleveland, Walton by Portland,
and neither by the Clippers.

"When you fail in your hometown, that's as bad as it gets, and I love my hometown," Walton said. "I wish we had NBA basketball here, and we don't, because of me. It's my greatest failure as a professional in my entire life: I could not get the job done in my hometown. It is a stain and stigma on my soul that is indelible. I'll never be able to wash that off, and I carry it with me forever."

Walton was a bit hard on himself. He didn't get hurt on purpose. But if he had been healthy, maybe the Clippers would have survived in San Diego, instead of being moved to Los Angeles, where they were a joke franchise for nearly 30 years, and have still only reached the Conference Finals once in 54 seasons, in 3 cities: In 2021, losing to the Phoenix Suns.

He played 67 games for the Clippers in 1984-85, their 1st season in Los Angeles. Then Red Auerbach, president of the Boston Celtics, pulled off his last great transaction: He sent the Clippers Cedric "Cornbread" Maxwell and a 1st-round draft pick, eventually wasted on Arvydas Sabonis, then stuck behind the Iron Curtain, for Walton.

In the 1985-86 season, the Celtics went 67-15, including 40-1 at the Boston Garden. Ironically, it was Portland who dealt them their only home loss, on December 6. Walton, now 33, saw that Kevin McHale, a future Hall-of-Famer, was wearing his usual Number 32. So he added 3 plus 2, and wore Number 5.

Walton backed up center Robert Parish, with forwards McHale and Larry Bird, the on-court leader of that team, and the most popular player in Celtic history. The guards were Danny Ainge and the aforementioned Dennis Johnson. Also notable on that team was guard Rick Carlisle, who went on to coach the Dallas Mavericks to the 2011 NBA Championship, and the Indiana Pacers into this year's Eastern Conference Finals.

On a 1996 ESPN broadcast to debate the greatest NBA team ever, in which he also made the aforementioned comments about the '77 Blazers, Ryan nominated the '86 Celtics, calling them "the team that could beat you the most different ways. He said his best argument was that it was the only team that ever brought a healthy Bill Walton off the bench. Being the backup center was key for Walton: Not having the burden of being the starter, and averaging 19 minutes per game, instead of the 33 he usually averaged when healthy, he was able to play in 80 of the 82 regular-season games.

He also played in 14 of the 16 Playoff games: In all 3 of the Celtics' 3-game sweep of the Bulls, in all 5 of the Celtics' win over the Atlanta Hawks, in all 4 of the Celtics' 4-game sweep of the Milwaukee Bucks, and in 4 of the 6 games in the Finals, where the Celtics beat the Rockets, for their 16th NBA Championship, their 3rd in 6 years, and Walton's 2nd, making him one of the few players to win with 2 different teams.

Between them, the 7-foot-1 Parish and the 6-foot-11 Walton had little trouble against the Rockets' "Twin Towers" of 7-feet-even Hakeem Olajuwon and the 7-foot-4 Ralph Sampson. Sampson, next to Walton, is the patron saint of great college players whose injuries kept them from reaching their true pro potential.

Ryan called Walton "the most influential player ever to lace up a pair of sneakers." Walton was an all-time great, but Ryan knows better than that: He is old enough to have seen Bill Russell and Bob Cousy play against Wilt Chamberlain. Theoretically, he's old enough to have seen George Mikan play. But Ryan also said that Bird and Walton, playing together, "It was sinful. It was almost pathetic." He said, "They raised basketball to the level of something almost spiritual." Walton himself said, "Playing basketball with Larry Bird is like singing with Jerry Garcia."
Left to right: Walton, Bird, Parish

But it was only to be for that 1 season. He was injured again the next season, and played only 10 regular-season games. He played in the 1987 Finals, which the Celtics lost to the Lakers. He was 34 years old. He never played again. He still held out hope of a comeback, but finally announced his retirement in 1990.

"I would love to play one more game", Walton said he wished. "But then I would want to play another one. And another one. But I will take one."

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The fact that he became a broadcaster surprised people who knew him. He credited the 1st great NBA broadcaster, Marty Glickman, with helping him overcome it. As Walton said:

I'm a stutterer. I never spoke to anybody. I lived most of my life by myself. But as soon as I got on the court, I was fine. But in life, being so self-conscious, red hair, big nose, freckles and goofy, nerdy looking face, and can't talk at all. I was incredibly shy and never said a word. Then, when I was 28, I learned how to speak. It's become my greatest accomplishment of my life, and everybody else's biggest nightmare.

He worked for CBS in 1990 and 1991, NBC from 1990 to 2002, the Clippers from 1990 to 2002, and ABC/ESPN from 2002 to 2009. He had to step aside due to terrible back pain and the subsequent spinal-fusion surgery. It was so bad, he could not walk into the hospital.

He was able to return to broadcasting in 2010, 2 seasons for the Sacramento Kings. In 2012, he returned to ESPN, and also joined the Pac-12 Network, broadcasting games on the West Coast, to stay close to home in San Diego. His hippie mindset led to some odd opinions on the air, endearing him to some, but not all.

Walton and his 1st wife, Susie, were married from 1979 to 1989. They had 4 sons: Adam, Nathan, Luke and Chris. In 1991, Bill married Lori Matsuoka, and they were together until death did they part.

Luke Walton, 6-foot-8, was a forward, was with the Lakers when they won the 2009 and 2010 NBA Championships. The Waltons thus became the 3rd father-son tandem to both win NBA titles, following the Matt Guokasas (Sr., 1947 Philadelphia Warriors; Jr., 1967 Philadelphia 76ers) and the Barrys (Rick, 1975 Golden State Warriors; Brent, 2005 and 2007 San Antonio Spurs). Luke was an assistant coach to Steve Kerr on the Golden State Warriors' 2015 title, was the Lakers' head coach from 2016 until 2019, and was the Sacramento Kings' head coach from then until 2021. Since 2022, he has been an assistant coach for the Cleveland Cavaliers.

Bill Walton was named to the Basketball Hall of Fame. The NBA named him to its 50th Anniversary 50 Greatest Players and its 75th Anniversary 75 Greatest Players. UCLA made its 1st 2 basketball retired numbers Kareem's Number 33 and Walton's Number 32. The Trail Blazers also retired his Number 32. (The Celtics retired Number 5, but for a later player, Kevin Garnett.)

He was elected to the San Diego Hall of Champions, the California Sports Hall of Fame, and the Oregon Sports Hall of Fame. In 2016, a statue of him was unveiled at Ski Beach Park in the Mission Bay section of San Diego.

In his life, he underwent 39 surgeries. Still, echoing baseball icon Lou Gehrig, he said, "I'm the luckiest guy on Earth." 

Bill Walton moved to a new plane of existence today, May 27, 2024. He was 71 years old, and had cancer.
Kareem's tribute
 
Hosting ESPN's Around the Horn today, Tony Reali said, "He will be lovingly referred to as an American original. I would like to respectfully question that, because that would mean that he was from this planet. And we all know Bill traveled intergalactically and on a multiverse plane."

On that same show, Clinton Yates pointed out that it was "almost poetically memorable" that Walton passed away at the same time as the league in which UCLA played, and for whom he broadcast, known in its last few years as the Pac-12.

Some other tributes:

* Larry Bird: "I am very sorry about my good friend, Bill Walton. I love him as a friend and teammate. It was a thrill for me to play with my childhood idol and together we earned an NBA Championship in 1986. He is one of the greatest ever to play the game. I am sure that all of my teammates are as grateful as I am that we were able to know Bill, he was such a joy to know and he will be sorely missed."

* Magic Johnson: "From shooting jump shots to making incredible passes, he was one of the smartest basketball players to ever live. Bill was a great ambassador for college basketball and the NBA, and he will be sorely missed."

* Julius Erving, another playing and style icon turned broadcaster: "I am sad today hearing that my comrade & one of the sports worlds most beloved champions & characters has passed. Bill Walton enjoyed life in every way. To compete against him & to work with him was a blessing in my life. Sorry for your loss Walton family. We’ll miss him too."

* John Fogerty, leader of rock band Creedence Clearwater Revival: "So sad that our friend Bill Walton has passed away. He was truly a very special and joyful person and his megawatt smile made everyone smile! His enthusiasm for life and all things rock and roll was unstoppable and we miss you Bill! Our love and prayers to Lori and family."

* Barack Obama, former President, basketball fan: "Bill Walton was one of the greatest basketball players of all time – a champion at every level and the embodiment of unselfish team play. He was also a wonderful spirit full of curiosity, humor and kindness. We are poorer for his passing."

Once, appearing on an ESPN broadcast, tie-dyed T-shirt on, a Hawaiian lei around his neck, he said, "It doesn't get any better than this."

We all have our definitions of that. But who am I to try to convince Bill Walton of mine?

One-Third Checkup: Yankees Look Good, But Worries Persist

Last Monday, the Yankees began a 4-game home series against the Seattle Mariners. They got a good start from Marcus Stroman. They got 3 hits from Alex Verdugo, and 2 each from Aaron Judge, Juan Soto and Anthony Rizzo. They led 4-1 going into the 9th inning.

But Clay Holmes, who hadn't allowed a run all season up to that point, collapsed: After getting the 1st out, he allowed single, walk, RBI single, RBI single, walk, RBI sacrifice fly, RBI single. Except for a Soto single with 1 out, the Yankees went down quietly in the bottom of the 9th. Mariners 5, Yankees 4, ending a 7-game winning streak.

The next game was also no good. Clarke Schmidt had a decent start, but, again, the bullpen didn't do the job. Outside of a Gleyber Torres home run in the 7th inning -- and even the 2 men he drove in got on without the benefit of a hit -- the Yankees simply didn't hit. Mariners 6, Yankees 3.

The next night, they woke up. Judge hit a home run in the 1st, Soto in the 3rd, Soto another in the 6th, and Verdugo in the 8th. Nestor Cortés pitched 5 shutout innings, and the Yankees won, 7-2.

The following afternoon, Luis Gil was brilliant: 6 1/3rd innings, no runs, 1 hit, 2 walks, 8 strikeouts. Judge and Giancarlo Stanton homered. Judge, Anthony Volpe and Oswaldo Cabrera each got 2 hits. Holmes was a little worrying in the 9th, turning a 1-hitter into a 3-hitter, but kept the shutout. Yankees 5, Mariners 0, for a split.

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The Yankees then headed out to the Coast. It was Juan Soto's 1st game in San Diego since the Yankees traded with the Padres to get him. Sensibly, the home fans cheered him for his 1st at-bat, to say, "Thank you" for what he did for them, and then booed him thereafter.

The Yankees turned the top of the 3rd into a nightmare for Padre starter Yu Darvish. Austin Wells singled. Jon Berti struck out. Volpe bunted Wells over. Soto hit a long home run to right field. Judge hit an even longer homer to left field. Verdugo nearly hit one out, but only got a single off the wall. And Stanton hit a long drive to left field. That's 4 shoulda-been homers, 3 actuals, 5 runs.

Torres led off the 4th with a homer. Carlos Rodón pitched 6 shutout innings, and the bullpen preserved the 3-hit shutout. Yankees 8, Padres 0.

Stroman started on Saturday night, and pitched 6 innings of 3-hit shutout ball. Judge hit another homer, giving him 17 on the season. He, Verdugo and Volpe each had 2 hits. Yankees 4, Padres 1.

The Padres salvaged the series finale. Schmidt did not have good stuff, nor did the 1st reliever, Victor González. Verdugo hit another homer, but, for the most part, the Yankees didn't hit. Padres 5, Yankees 2.

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So here's where things stand on Memorial Day, the traditional, if not necessarily numerical, end of the 1st 1/3rd of the season:

We have played 55 games, or just under 34 percent of the regular season. The Yankees are 37-18, having had a 7-game winning streak, 2 5-game winning streaks and a 4-game winning streak. Our winning percentage is .673, so that's a pace to go 109-53.

Keeping in mind that the teams have not all played the same number of games: In the American League Eastern Division, we are 2 games ahead of the Baltimore Orioles, 9 ahead of the Boston Red Sox, 10 1/2 ahead of the Tampa Bay Rays, and 12 1/2 ahead of the Toronto Blue Jays; but, in the all-important loss column, are tied with the O's, 8 ahead of the Sox, 10 ahead of the Rays, and 11 ahead of the Jays. In all of MLB, the only teams with a better record are the Philadelphia Phillies and the Cleveland Guardians.

In the AL, the Yankees are 1st in runs scored, 1st in on-base percentage, 1st in total bases, 1st in slugging percentage, 1st in home runs, 1st in walks (by a whopping 30 over the Jays), 2nd to the Houston Astros in hits and batting average. Two concerning stats: We also lead the AL in grounding into the most double plays and most men left on base. All that has been done with DJ LeMahieu unavailable through injury all season.

As late as April 26, Judge was batting just .178. He is now up to .279. Worrying spots: Torres is still batting only .228, Stanton is at .232, and our catchers, Austin Wells and Jose Trevino, are, combined, batting .243. Cabrera is at .247, and Rizzo is only at .250.

Pitching-wise: The Yankees are 1st in runs allowed/per game, 1st in earned-run average (ERA, by a big 0.22 over the O's), tied with the Guardians for 1st in saves (despite concerns over Holmes as the closer), 2nd in fewest hits allowed behind the O's, and 3rd in strikeouts behind the Minnesota Twins and the Guardians.

The ERAs of the starters, all of who have started at least 9 games: Gil 2.11, Schmidt 2.52, Stroman 2.76, Rodón 2.95, Cortés 3.29. Here are their WHIPs: Gil 1.012, Cortés 1.066, Schmidt 1.137, Rodón 1.180, Stroman 1.242. Gerrit Cole has been out all season, but could be back in around 2 weeks. Who do you take out to make room for him?

A concerning stat: We have 7 balks, the most in the AL. We are tied with the Kansas City Royals for most runners stranded on base, meaning we can let men get on, but we don't necessarily let them score.

Baseball-Reference.com ranks the Yanks 1st in the AL in "Defensive Efficiency" -- whatever that means. We are tied for 5th in committing the most errors, but it doesn't seem to have hurt us much.

So, while the Yankees look good, some worries persist.

Despite today being a holiday, the Yankees have the day off: No matinee doubleheader, not even one game. Tomorrow night, they continue their roadtrip, against the Los Angeles Angels, and then the San Francisco Giants.

Friday, May 24, 2024

May 24, 1934: U.S. Soccer's 1st Game (and Win) vs. Mexico

May 24, 1934, 90 years ago: The national soccer teams of the United States of America and the United Mexican States play each other for the 1st time -- not in either country, and not with the result most people would have expected then, or now.

It was in Rome, Italy, and it was for the 16th and last qualifying spot in the FIFA World Cup, which had only been contested once before, in 1930, with Uruguay winning on home soil, beating Argentina in the Final. In that tournament, the U.S. beat Belgium and Paraguay, before losing to Argentina in the Semifinal. It remains the U.S.' best World Cup performance ever.

For 1934, the U.S. squad consisted of the following, many of them immigrants, who nonetheless qualified for this team under the rules of that time:

* Goalkeepers: Julius Hjulian of Sweden and Chicago.

* Defenders: George Moorhouse of Liverpool and New York, Ed Czerkiewicz and Joe Martinelli of Rhode Island, Al Harker of Philadelphia, and Herman Rapp of Stuttgart and Philadelphia.

* Midfielders: Tom Amrhein of Baltimore, Bill Fiedler of Philadelphia, Jimmy Gallagher of Scotland and Cleveland, William Lehman of St. Louis, Tom Lynch of Brooklyn, Tom Florie of Harrison (New Jersey), Peter Pietras of Trenton (New Jersey), and Bill Gonsalves of Fall River (Massachusetts).

* Forwards: Aldo "Buff" Donelli of Pittsburgh, Walter Dick of Scotland and Niagara Falls, Willie McLean of Scotland and Chicago, Werner Nilsen of Norway and St. Louis, and Francis Ryan of Philadelphia.

Donelli also played gridiron football, and later coached in his hometown, both at Duquesne University and with the Pittsburgh Steelers. Moorhouse, Florie, Gallagher and Gonsalves had played for the U.S. team in 1930.

Since the British "Home Nations" of England, Wales, Scotland and Northern Ireland did not participate in the World Cup until 1950, due to a dispute with FIFA, Moorhouse was the 1st native of England to play in the World Cup. Probably because he was trained to play in England, then considered the world's soccer capital, he was named Captain of this team.
George Moorhouse

The game against Mexico was played at the Stadio Nazionale in Rome, which would also host the World Cup Final. Since 1931, it had been the home of soccer team S.S. Lazio. In 1940, it would become the home of Lazio's arch-rivals, A.S. Roma. The Americans won, 4-2, with Donelli scoring all 4 goals.
Aldo "Buff" Donelli

The state of American soccer in 1934 was such that it was operating on what would now be considered a minor-league level. There were plenty of teams in the Northeast, in the Midwest, and on the West Coast, many of them ethnically based: Irish, Scottish, German, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, Polish, Hungarian, Ukrainian, Jewish.

Given that it was the Great Depression, there was room for the national team to become national heroes, if they could follow up a win over neighboring Mexico with a good performance at the World Cup. That year, the St. Louis Cardinals and the Detroit Tigers both electrified the nation with their play, culminating in an epic World Series that the Cardinals won in Game 7. The Chicago Bears had become heroes of professional football. The Boston Bruins, the New York Rangers and the Chicago Black Hawks had already gotten Americans to cheer hockey. And boxers galore had excited people. If the U.S. soccer team could do well at the World Cup...
Stadio Nazionale

They didn't. Their 1st Round game was against the hosts, and Italy beat them, 7-1. Donelli scored the only U.S. goal. Angelo Schiavio of Bologna F.C. scored 3 goals. The last Italy goal was scored by Giuseppe Meazza of Internazionale Milano, the greatest Italian player of his generation, a man so loved that the home ground of both "Inter" and their rivals A.C. Milan, the greatest sporting venue in the country, known for its neighborhood as the San Siro, is officially named Stadio Giuseppe Meazza.

So there would be no follow-up heroics for the U.S. team. They didn't even qualify for the 1938 World Cup in France. Their next game against Mexico didn't come until 1937, at Parque Asturias in Mexico City, and they lost, 7-2.

It would take until April 28, 1957 for the U.S. to play a home game against Mexico, a Qualifier for the 1958 World Cup, at Veterans Memorial Stadium in Long Beach, California, a 7-2 loss. The next U.S. win wouldn't happen until November 23, 1980, a Qualifier for the 1982 World Cup, at Lockhart Stadium in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, a 2-1 U.S. win. And the U.S. wouldn't beat Mexico in Mexico until August 15, 2012, a 1-0 win in a friendly at the Estadio Azteca in Mexico City. 

In 1953, Roma and Lazio both moved into the Stadio Olimpico, which became the main stadium for the 1960 Olympics. After the move, the Stadio Nazionale, site of the 1934 U.S.-Mexico game, was demolished, and replaced with the Stadio Flaminio in 1959. It was used for the soccer games of the 1960 Olympics, and as the home of both Roma and Lazio in the 1989-90 season, while the Olimpico was demolished and rebuilt for the 1990 World Cup. The Flaminio is now home to Capitolina, a professional rugby team.
Stadio Flaminio

Buff Donelli died in 1994. The last survivor of the 1934 U.S. World Cup team was Al Harker, who lived until 2006.