Bread City Basketball

January 30, 2012, 12:39 pm
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Hypnotic Brass EnsembleSpottie

photo via TGA



As our team sat in the dark, dingy locker room … I emerged from a near-comatose state and jumped up, wanting to finish the game. I have no memory of anything that occured from halftime to the next morning … What happens to the human psyche when a person suffers traumatic harm? What does a person do with the deluge of emotions that infiltrates his mind and changes from minute to minute? One minute I felt that everything would be fine, that healing was happening. The next minute all I could think about was hatred and retribution … Emotionally and philosophically, I was in a crisis. Ron Behagan, Clyde Turner, Corky Taylor, and Coach Bill Musselman had become objects of what philosophers Jeffrie G. Murphy and Jean Hampton call ‘moral hatred.’ … After college, I played for a few years with the Cleveland Cavaliers in the NBA, but I never played with the same intensity of enjoyment that I had before the Minnesota game.

– Luke Witte’s post-brawl account is excerpted from an essay on forgiveness in Basketball and Philosophy. Sports Illustrated called the fight “the most vicious attack in college basketball lore.” This was Witte’s face. He is now a pastor.


Madison Square Garden, aka The Garden, aka The Mecca, is on its fifth life.

Sixty years before Marbury’s MSG there was a crazy open-air Madison Square Garden Bowl in Long Island City, and before that one were the first two arenas actually on Madison Avenue in the late 1800s. But it was Madison Square Garden III, a behemoth built by a boxing promoter on 50th Street and 8th Avenue, that cemented its legend status as the World’s Most Famous Arena.

MSG III’s grand opening event was a six day indoor bicycle race in November of 1925, but boxing and ice hockey were the stadium’s real bread and butter, drawing massive crowds. It became such a huge deal for a boxer to appear at the Garden that even the big shots got stage fright in the locker room. The Knicks made their Garden debut in 1948, but college ball pulled in more at the III. Below, St. John’s faces U. of Frisco in some throwback NIT action.

Check how bad the old blue seats were. Cigarette/cigar smoking was allowed and arena ventilation was nonexistent. If you sat in those way-upper decks, by the second half it was like watching a basketball game from inside of a house fire.

MSG III was torn down in 1968 and remained a Hell’s Kitchen parking lot for twenty-one years. It’s now the site of One Worldwide Plaza, a 49-story skyscraper that is currently the 87th tallest building in the world.

The history of Madison Square Garden, the world's most famous arena(s), in New York City.
photo by the great Ralph Morse

November 3, 2007, 12:51 am
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Patrick Ewing Jr. showed off his Crank That dance moves at a Georgetown midnight madness rally two weeks ago. How badass is the lighting in this video? Where was that awkward Russian-looking guy in the back when everyone else was watching Soulja Boy’s instructional dance DVD? And am I really the last one to know what “superman a ho” means? Take it away, Urban Dictionary:

A male does a female (ho) in the butt and pulls out in time splooge on her back. Then allows the ho to roll over and fall asleep on her back. The next morning the sheets will be stuck to her back like superman’s cape. Resulting in a superman ho!



Overtime. Score deadlocked. Virginia basketball. 17 seconds on the clock in the biggest basketball game ever played in the brand new John Paul Jones arena. The Wahoo faithful are on their feet. The nine-game losing streak to the despised Duke Blue Devils is finally poised to end. With one second left, Cavalier superstar point guard Sean Singletary hits a falling one-handed floater over the outstretched arms of 6-foot-10 Duke forward Josh McRoberts. The arena explodes into mayhem and Singletary looks right at the camera, a moment that will be No. 1 on Sportscenter that night. There’s no hesitation in the stands. Everyone knows it’s time to rush the court for the first time in the arena’s history. As the buzzer sounds, we stream from the stairwells onto the hardwood; students, alumni and even adolescent kids pour onto the court at the John. It doesn’t matter who you’re next to – every fan is your best friend at that moment. Belting out the Good ‘Ole Song with thousands of orange-clad fanatics around you – that memory will never fade.

by Jeremy Root

Rushing the court


To understand a fan is to love the sport you’re watching. I love the game of basketball.
– Gilbert Arenas, 3/22/07