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Scribe: My Life in Sports is appropriately named. In many ways it is my life in viewing sports, but it is Bob Ryan’s life in reporting on sports. It is an interesting read, and much of the time I can hear him speaking in my head as I read the book. It is as if you are sitting and talking with him over a good meal as he shares stories and opines to his heart’s delight.

He begins with some personal background of his childhood in New Jersey. His love of sports came from his father Bill Ryan who not only loved sports by worked in the business side of sports. Bill was strongly extroverted and seemingly knew everybody. He would introduce his son to many professional athletes, particularly players from the baseball Giants and Phillies. One morning young Bob woke up to discover that his father had died in the middle of the night from complications after surgery.

As a boy he devoured sports’ magazines. In addition to playing sports Bob began to write about sports. As a result of his work for the Lawrence, the head football coach called him “The Scribe”, and it stuck.

Bob would attend Boston College. This was a precipitous time to be there. Celtics legend Bob Cousy was the basketball coach. Since he started writing for the Heights (his friend took over the sports department in Bob’s sophomore year), he got to know Cousy personally; a tie that would result in writing an autobiography with him. Ryan also got the job broadcasting the Eagles’ home games.  One night he had the honor of interviewing Red Auerbach at half time, which was the beginning of their professional and personal relationship.

This brings up one of the themes in this book. Bob was often in the right place, at the right time, and knew the right people. He is amazed at the opportunities he has had. He doesn’t think of this in the terms of providence, but I do. He probably couldn’t have accomplished most of what he did if he tried. He essentially stumbled into most of it. While some may perceive him as arrogant (probably because he is opinionated), he comes across here a humble due to how all this fell into his lap. In some ways he is the opposite of his father for whom nothing seemed to work out the way it should have.

You cannot love sports, attend college in Boston and not partake of the opportunities that present themselves. Back in the 60’s you could actually get affordable tickets to the Celtics and Red Sox games. He would be in the seats of Fenway for many of the milestone moments of the Impossible Dream season of 1967.

In June of 1968 he got a summer internship at the Boston Globe. Why? Because his roommate, who hired him for the Heights, turned it down. After his internship he spent four months in the Army Reserves. He was discharged, thankful for not having been sent to Vietnam, though did’t say why. But the Globe took him back as an office boy “with a verbal promise that I’d get the next opening on the staff.”

That was the job he held when the Red Sox fired manager Dick Williams at the end of the ’69 season. They dispatched the Kid to go get an interview. And so Bob Ryan sat in Williams’ kitchen getting an interview. At the right place, at the right time. His story would be on the front page of the evening edition.

That verbal promise became a reality when he was given the Celtics beat beginning with opening night for the 1969-70 season, just two years removed from college. And the rest, as they say, is history.

He has seen the NBA grow from an office with 8 people to one with nearly 600 in 2000-2001. When Bob started covering the Celtics he knew basketball, although his real love was baseball. He discovered he still had a LOT to learn about basketball. He spent lots of time talking with new Celtics coach and Hall of Fame player Tommy Heinsohn. In covering the Celtics he would be the guy Dave Cowens used to announce his retirement. Dave remains on of the most interesting people Bob ever had the privilege of covering. He would co-author a book with Larry Bird. He covered the Celtics during the majority of my lifetime. I have no idea how many of his articles I read, and we only got the Sunday Globe.

In 1977 Ryan asked off the Celtics beat. While he was away on vacation the legendary Peter Gammons left the Globe to write for SI. Bob was asked to cover the Red Sox. So for one season, Bob got to cover his favorite sport.

It was just one year because Gammons would return and the basketball job would call him back. He goes out of sequence to talk about the great John Havlicek. Havlicek was the first superstar the Ryan covered. He was the standard by which all others would be measured in terms of their personal conduct. He likes his book, Hondo: Celtic Man in Motion, but acknowledges it could have been better had he pushed a little harder. He felt more along for the ride than investigating the man.

In 1978 he returned to the Celtics beat to witness the Celtics once again ascend to greatness, and finally popularity. He includes the machinations that involved changing ownership and the drafting of Larry Joe Bird.

He covers his initially foray into TV with a show on the local ABC affiliate. He learned that working one that kind of show (more like personal interest stories with a sports twist) was not really his forte. He was really geared toward interacting with others- give and take- that focused on opinion. Those days would come in the form of the Sports Reporters and Around the Horn. He would become a fixture on those for ESPN.

Later, as a columnist, Ryan got to cover the Olympics. This become one of his favorite events to cover. His experiences are interesting and help provide some background on what it is like to attempt to cover something as massive as the Olympics. He talks about covering wrestler Aleksandr Karelin who was a legend. By the time the 2000 Summer Olympics in Sydney rolled around he had been unbeaten in 13 years, including previous Olympic matches. He was finally beaten by American Rulon Gardner. After his Olympic glory, Gardner was nearly killed when his snowmobile expedition was lost, and later when an airplane he was in crashed in a lake which meant an hour long swim in 45 degree water.

He devotes two chapters to Olympic basketball. He gives the history of the American professionals involvement and how it helped the rest of the world catch up to us. One of those chapters focuses on the Dream Team.  The second chapter is about the rest of the world learning from playing the best and leveling the playing field.

He moves from their to NCAA basketball. He loves the game, and will go to great lengths to see one. But he struggles with the concept of the “student-athlete”, seeing it as largely farcical. This leads into a chapter on one of the dominant personalities of college basketball: Bobby Knight. He has had an up and down relationship with Knight, yet is fascinated by the man.

As you may note, the subject matter is shifting from events to opinions about events. This goes full boil when he writes of the NFL in “I Can Hardly Believe It’s Legal.” Didn’t you expect opinions from such a man as Bob Ryan.

In the following chapter he reverts to baseball with the Red Sox finally winning the World Series. It is an incredibly short chapter focused on the Yankees’ series.

He then moves on to hockey, sharing with us all he thinks about the forgotten sport. The focus would be on some of the great Boston players: Orr, Bourque & Neely. He wraps it up with a short synopsis of the Bruins 2011 Stanley Cup run.

From there it was the 2008 Celtics. See, not in any chronological or logical order here. This is followed by a chapter about Chuck Daly of all people. Then he tackles the MJ vs. LeBron question.

Ryan then opines about golf and some of the more interesting moments he had in covering what I think is a very uninteresting game. This is followed, oddly enough, by a chapter on music.

The final real chapter is called No Complaints (the last is called Short Takes and is a series of just that). Here he notes that in some ways his life was the flip side of his father’s. In an interview his mother talked about his father. “He was always on the fringe of everything. He never received much credit and never made any money. I think being so close and so frustrated about what he knew he could do in sports and never receiving the chance might have led to his death.”

Ryan then says about himself: “My career is the flip side. I have been fortunate to be in the right place at the right time on many occasions.” His blessing ended up being ours as well. For there are few people with such a way with words to tell us these very human stories of success and failure. Bob Ryan had a love affair with sports and shared it with us. This book is akin to his final words about this love affair as he sorta, kinda retires. But it brings back so many memories of the events we watched on our tvs or heard on our radios. This is a picture not only of his life, but lives like mine that were spent in that New England air seemingly living and dying with our teams.

Once again, thanks Bob!

 

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I guess it was the Super Bowl that reminded me of a gift I once got for Christmas. It was a Patriots’ uniform, with pads, helmet, jersey and pants. It wasn’t really designed for a real game. But in my young mind I looked cool. I would put it on and play in our finished basement. I would toss a football to myself, trying not to skid it off the suspension ceiling. I imagined playing in the big game (at this point in time the Patriots hadn’t even been to a Super Bowl, much less won one). In my fantasy, I never failed.

It was the same when practicing baseball or basketball. I always caught the final out. If I missed the jump shot, miraculously there were another few seconds to hit the game winner. I suspect I was no different than any other kid growing up. That is the nature of fantasy- you always win the game. As we grow up the fantasy changes- you always get the girl or the really cool job.

But real life was different. When you were playing for real you were afraid you would strike out, miss the shot, or drop the ball. Not all of us are as crippled by that fear as one of the kids in the movie Parenthood. Steve Martin’s character was vexed by his son’s struggles, probably because he didn’t want his son to grow up like him- living in fear of failure and settling for a life of minimal risk.

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Bulls "star" Will Perdue

After worship on Sunday, I was heading home for Community Group.  I decided to put the radio on.  The local ESPN affiliate was airing the Heat-Thunder game.  Former Bulls’ player Will Perdue was providing color commentary.  As time was running out in a quarter Kevin Durant was fouled on a shot.

“I couldn’t stand that as a player.”

Huh?  Perdue described the play in which the foul was called on Joel Anthony.  Joel was reportedly not even near Durant.  But LeBron James was and actually committed the foul.  But according to Perdue, the refs probably didn’t want LeBron in foul trouble.  It was up to the unimportant Joel Anthony to take one for the team and not dispute the foul (I’m guessing any ref can identify LeBron).

He then told a story about this first year in the league.

“We were playing Boston and Michael was guarding Bird.  The whistle blew and Michael told me to raise my hand because I committed the foul.”

Guys like Will, and Joel, are expendable.  They are expected to be scapegoats at times.  They take the foul for the star either by claiming they did it (I’m not sure how anyone could possibly confuse Michael and Perdue), or by the refs calling it on someone else.

I can’t stand it when the stars sit with foul trouble.  But I am not for refs calling the fouls on someone else.  Nor am I for cheating by protecting the star by another player claiming they committed the foul.  But what surprised me is that Will Perdue actually admitted this happens.  If he’s not fired or suspended, I’ll be surprised.

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During my teen years, my greatest love was the Boston Celtics.  I was enamored with Larry Bird, Kevin McHale and Robert Parish- in a manly sort of way of course.  The Red Sox had cooled off after the debacle of 1978.  The Big Three captured the heart of New England, selling out the venerable Boston Garden for years on end.  I had many fond memories of the Boston Garden.  I recall seeing Parish there when he was still a member of the Warriors.  I hated being up in the nosebleeds, fearful of falling down those steep cement steps.  But my father often had tickets during those years as he courted customers.  I was an occasional tag along.  Including the magnificent 1984 Eastern Conference Game 7 versus the Knicks.

So, the other day i was in the local library looking for some non-fiction and saw Peter May’s book The Big Three.  It was time to relive part of my youth.

But it was much more than that.  I learned alot about how the NBA used to be.  It is astounding how different the NBA is today.  I’m not talking about the style of play.  I’m talking about free agency, the draft and more.  All of these things mattered, setting up both the rise and the fall of one of the greatest frontcourts in all of NBA history.

In the late 70’s and early 80’s, when you signed a free agent you had to pay the other team compensation.  This was negotiated, and a master negotiator got the best end of the deal.  Red was a master negotiator, often getting the best end of the deal.  It was these types of deals that set them up to trade down to get McHale and Parish.

It was the strange trade rules that prevented Boston from trading any of them away, crippling the Celtics just like Bird and McHale suffered crippling injuries that stifled their careers in what should have been their prime.   Trading Bird would have been like trading Ted Williams or Yaz.  McHale, maybe, but those rules meant that there was no way they could get what he was worth.

So, Peter May provided some very interesting background to the game, and the players.  He had chapters on each of them.  Not as in depth as a biography, but certainly the high points and their development as players.  Oddly, both Parish and McHale attended schools that spent the duration of their college careers under probation.

Their time together as starters was too short thanks to Bird’s back (well, his heels first) and McHale’s ankles.  One can only imagine what might have been if those injures had not seriously curtailed their abilities on the court.

The 1980’s were a transitional time in basketball.  The resurgence brought about by Bird and Magic initiated numerous changes in the industry.  Salaries soared.  The draft became serious business (prior to this they never even brought in players for interviews).  During their period of dominance, the game change on and off the court.

I’m not a big fan of Peter May.  But this book is a good one, filling in many of those gaps that existed before the incredible transformation of information accumulation resulting from the internet.  This was a time before bloggers (including Celtics Blog) and access to 24-hour news stations (ESPN was just getting started).  I’m glad he put much of this down for people like me to remember, or learn for the first time.  Any fan of the NBA, and especially the Boston Celtics ought to read a copy.

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