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This is everything I can tell you about Stevie Shoot a Three Pointer

Stevie Shoot a Three Pointer

Back in 1987, as the Hoosiers were poised to make their national championship run, Evansville’s own 96 STO aired a song recorded by Furry Head and the Favorites called Stevie Shoot a Three Pointer. I only heard it a few times on the radio, but I never forgot it. And ever since I wrote about this song some eight years ago, I’ve been on a mission to find a digital copy of this song online.

I haven’t been able to find one.

I did find a copy once. But it disappeared soon after that. Even the Wayback Machine couldn’t help. So my mission has resumed. I know a lot of people have stumbled upon my blog, looking for Stevie Shoot a Three Pointer. And I don’t blame them. Because it’s probably the best parody song ever. I don’t want to disappoint anyone. So I’m on my mission again.

I’ve even emailed and tweeted the fine folks at 96 STO to see if they can be any help.

No luck so far.  Continue reading This is everything I can tell you about Stevie Shoot a Three Pointer

So long, Knight.

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Bobby Knight

That’s right. I just referred to The General, former Coach Bob Knight, by just his last name. It’s quite daring of me to do so as I sit at my laptop at home. If I called him by his last name while standing face to face, I’d be in trouble. He’d probably allegedly grab my arm and inform me how I should address him.

I’m addressing him because it’s finally time to say what I’ve been thinking for a long time. Hopefully, he wouldn’t choke me when I say this.

“So long, Knight.”

I was a huge fan of Bob Knight’s when he coached at Indiana. I celebrated when he slammed the phone during the NCAA tournament game. While I was confused when he took his Indiana team off the floor in the middle of the game against the Soviets, I was confident he knew what he was doing. I marveled at the plan The General had put into place in order to neutralize Shaq when the Hoosiers took on LSU in the tournament. Oh, and Ivan Renko? Genius. Pure genius. Continue reading So long, Knight.

Beat Syracuse

Keep calm and Show Your Stripes - Indiana University basketball - GO HOOSIERS

Yes. I’m still singing Stevie Shoot a Three-Pointer. You should be, too. Because the Hoosiers are playing the Orangemen color Orange in the tournament again tonight. Maybe switch out the name Stevie with Jordy. And you can still keep the “Come on Bobby Knight, throw some chairs tonight” because…well…he’s still talking about throwing chairs.

There’s a lot I want to say about Knight and Indiana post-firing, but I really don’t want to get into it at this time. Because it’s game day late night. And the Hoosiers are another game closer to winning Number Six.

Let’s go, HOOSIERS!

Stevie Shoot a Three-Pointer [Flashback Friday]

After last night’s bracket-busting loss, this post might be more like pouring salt in people’s wounds, but I haven’t been able to get this song out of my head all week. And I don’t care that it screwed up my bracket. I really didn’t think my Final Four picks would happen, but the dream was fun while it lasted.

I like to think that I had a hand in getting Stevie Shoot a Three-Pointer online for the world to hear online. At the end of a post where I discussed Knight throwing the chair and how they should name the bench after him, I asked this question:

On a somewhat related note, does anyone remember a song that was played on the radio during IU’s 1987 tournament run that had the line, “Come on, Bobby Knight, throw some chairs tonight. And Stevie, shoot a three-pointer!”? I’ve looked all over for a recording of that.

Spoon replied in the comments. He had a copy. A few days later, I discovered this….

Stevie Shoot a Three Pointer

You’re welcome, Internet.

Oh. And pay no attention to those timestamps that say my conversation with Spoon happened in 2010 and this video was posted in 2008. Don’t bother me with small details like that. 😉

An IU poem from an 8th grader

Calbert Cheaney's sweet jump shop
Image via Crimson Quarry

I recently uncovered this poem. I wrote it as part of an assignment in 8th grade. I think this is the first poem I ever wrote. While not exactly historically accurate, I think it captures some of the iconic images from that era.

Assembly Hall rocks with noise
As the crowd cheers for Indiana’s Boys.
Cheaney lets a three-pointer fly
And Knight’s sweater is rolled about chest-high
They cherish the thrill of victory
As IU beats Michigan 73-70

An open letter to Penn State football

Empty space where Joe Paterno's statue once stood

Dear Penn State Football,

I am sitting here in the bleachers of our community’s youth football league complex.* We’re on our second and final day of drills as part of the three-day evaluation process. They take their football pretty seriously around here. There’s a certain amount of civic pride surrounding our high school’s football team. If I understand correctly, they’ve won a handful of state championships in the not-too-distant past. That’s kind of a big deal.

When we moved in November, we left a community that was consumed with the high school baseball team. And it made sense. The tiny school’s baseball team has been pretty successful in recent memory. One of their top players was drafted by Tampa not too long ago. I firmly believe that success is rooted in their strong youth baseball program. Countless volunteers put in countless hours of blood, sweat, and tears in order to pull it off because they’re so passionate about the game.

We know how passionate people are about your football team, Penn State. And we also know the lengths some people will go to in order to protect the Nittany Lion football brand. And that concerns me because such passion could easily be present here and in countless communities like ours. Continue reading An open letter to Penn State football

25 Years Ago Today…

I’ll admit it.

I was a big Bob Knight fan in high school. I knew he was a passionate man and thought his passion was eventually going to lead to his undoing, but I remained a defender of the Red-Sweatered-One. I defended him to the naysayers and wore my “Bobby Knows” t-shirt (the one that played off the “Bo Knows” phenomenon) with pride.

I still bleed Cream & Crimson.

But looking back, I’m almost ashamed to say I defended Knight as much as I did. But I did. I’ll admit it.

A couple of weeks ago, they re-broadcast the IU vs. Purdue game that happened 25 years ago today (watch the game online here). And then, the incident happened. You know…the one with the chair…

I was embarrassed.

Fifteen years ago, I wasn’t. I don’t think it’s necessarily that I’ve grown up (although I hope that’s part of it), but it’s more of the fact that nothing has ever been Knight’s fault. Ever.

I’ve read all of the books about him, including Playing for Knight, Bob Knight: His Own Man, and even Knight: My Story. I’m no stranger to the man. He was a great coach. He was a tremendous humanitarian, doing fabulous things for his former players, the school, and the community.

But nothing was ever his fault. At least, that’s how he presents it.

And that act has begun to wear thin for me. And because of that, “The Chair Incident” is now something I look back at with sorrow instead of the pride I once had in the defiant coach who was trying to fire up his team.

Don’t get me wrong: I’m glad Coach Knight brought Indiana basketball to a top-tier program in the nation. I look at the three banners he helped hang in Assembly Hall and am deeply appreciative. And I believe that his record on Branch McCracken Court is worthy of recognition and am glad he’s in the IU Hall of Fame, because he certainly deserves to be there.

But I’m still a little embarrassed that I was such an ardent enthusiast of someone who would not ever admit he was in the wrong.

Bob Knight & Assembly Hall

Assembly Hall
Assembly Hall

I don’t know if he’s still doing it, but for a very long time, Dick Vitale was relentlessly calling for IU to rename Assembly Hall to Robert Montgomery Knight Assembly Hall. Nevermind the fact that the school usually doesn’t name facilities after someone until after that person has died. And although Knight has retired from coaching, he’s far from dead.

Knight brought three of these five banners to Bloomington
Knight brought three of these five banners to Bloomington

I think there was also a time that Vitale lobbied for the court to be named after Knight, similar to Coach K Court at Cameron Indoor. But the court has already been named after Branch McCracken.

Strike two.

The thing is, Knight already has a lasting legacy at Assembly Hall. And I’m not talking about the three NCAA Championship banners that hang from the rafters there.

Here’s a hint:

If I remember correctly, Tom Crean even tried to pick up a chair this season during one of the games where the officiating was especially terrible.

He couldn’t.

Why? Because of Knight’s lasting legacy at Assembly Hall.

If you look closely at the chairs, you’ll notice that they are essentially tied together and bolted to the floor.

Why don’t they just name it the Robert Montgomery Knight Team Bench? Maybe Mr. Vitale could start lobbying for this name-change. It would be a fitting tribute, don’t you think?

And I’m only half-joking.

I tried to get a close-up of the chain running through the chairs on the floor.
I tried to get a close-up of the ‘chain’ running through the chairs on the floor.

On a somewhat related note, does anyone remember a song that was played on the radio during IU’s 1987 tournament run that had the line, “Come on, Bobby Knight, throw some chairs tonight. And Stevie, shoot a three-pointer!”? I’ve looked all over for a recording of that.

See? The General IS human, after all!

Say what you want about Bobby Knight (and believe me, I have), but underneath that tough exterior (perhaps way underneath) is a man who actually cares. I’ve heard countless examples of how the man would bend over backwards to help out a former player. The reason? He cares about his players. As Coach Knight shares his thoughts about the passing of a dear friend of his, you can actually see a little bit of the man without his rough exterior.

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Stay Classy there, Coach

You know, I try to keep this blog family-friendly. I try to avoid words that some would deem inappropriate and topics that could really get out of hand. That being said, I’m sorry for the following post and if the word “sucks” offends you. I’m just the messenger.

Here’s what a college basketball coach said to a bunch of fans last night:

“I do know one thing, though. I think Indiana will suck. Don’t put that on the Internet.”

Who could have said that last night? Maybe the coach of a longtime rival, like Kentucky or Purdue. Nope. They have more class than that. It was our new favorite friend, Bruce Weber. You know – the guy who couldn’t let go of the fact that Eric Gordon de-committed to play for him. The guy who refused to shake hands with the IU coaches after their games this year. The guy who complains about not getting a fair shake in the media. The guy who led his team to a stellar 16-19 record last year and lost to Indiana twice.

Yeah. Bruce Weber is a real classy guy.

And I know class. Believe me. I grew up watching Indiana basketball. I’ve seen class before.

And notice – even Knight didn’t say that Purdue sucks. I don’t care if fans say it. Maybe even coaches say it behind closed doors. But this guy just sounds like he can’t let things go. Maybe he should be more concerned about fixing his own record than how IU is going to fare in the standings. Maybe it’s time for Bruce to turn the page.

I certainly hope that the Hoosiers’ group of walk-ons and transfers mops the floor with Weber’s team. That would be poetic, wouldn’t it?