Saturday, May 4, 2019

The Freakin' Weekend (1973)

I'm always starting some new pretend and then not following through on the writing of it. But the truth is that while, as previously reported, I have come to decide I do actually enjoy writing, I also have realized that I even more enjoy pretending. And sometimes the writing about pretending one thing gets in the way of pretending the next thing.

So, anyway, for my next pretend, I am pretending two things on this #freakinweekend.

One, I'm pretending that I'm 10 or so and headed to Indianapolis for the weekend, for Game 4 of the 1973 ABA championship series. I'm pretending my dad is a sportswriter for The Courier-Journal who is not involved with the newspaper's abundant coverage of the Secretariat Kentucky Derby. So we end up, after the Kentucky Colonels/Indiana Pacers game, having to watch the race on the Holiday Inn TV set, which thrills me.

Two, I'm pretending that I'm the 50-year-old second-tier sportswriter at The C-J, and I am not thrilled about having to watch the Secretariat Kentucky Derby on a TV set in a Holiday Inn two hours north of Churchill Downs.

Browsing the actual newspaper editions from The Courier-Journal and The Indianapolis Star at helps me pretend, as does watching these videos at YouTube. Thank you, Internet.


  1. That silent footage from the ABA game, which appears to have been posted by the son of Roger Brown, is perfect for pretending to have good seats at the game.

    When people talk about the differences in the pro game of years ago and today, the phrase "mid-range jumper" comes up all of the time--that the current players are poor at shooting it or unwilling to shoot it or something. I don't know about that. The players I see today sure seem to be better shooters from most anywhere on the floor than those I watch in the old clips. But what does seem clear is that all offensive plays--shots, passes, even dribbling--are so much more physically and even violently defended now. Artis Gilmore, for example, turns sideways to his defender and holds the ball aloft with his back hand for seconds at a time, waiting for a teammate to come open for a pass. It seems to me that, in today's game, it is likely the defender in front of him would be leaning into Gilmore, slapping at the ball, and another defender would collapse from behind and leap for the ball and cause plenty of contact. I would be interested in checking out an NBA with today's playing talent and yesterday's officiating regime.