Fan Teaser: Week 176 Solution

Blown away!

While possible, it’s highly unlikely the conclusion of the 2026 World Baseball Classic can rival the finish of 2023’s installment.

Team Japan (the home team) led Team USA, 3-2, with two outs and the bases empty in the top of the ninth inning when American Mike Trout strode to the plate.

On the mound for Japan was none other than Trout’s then-Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim teammate Shohei Ohtani.

What ensued came directly from central casting.

  • Pitch 1 – 88 mph slider for a ball
  • Pitch 2 – 100 mph fastball for a swinging strike
  • Pitch 3 – 100 mph fastball for a ball
  • Pitch 4 – 100 mph fastball for a swinging strike
  • Pitch 5 – 100 mph fastball in the dirt for a ball
  • Pitch 6 – 87 mph slider for a swinging strike

Ball game! Tournament! Teammates again tomorrow!

Team Japan pitcher, Shohei Ohtani, celebrates after fanning Team USA’s Mike Trout to clinch the 2023 World Baseball Classic Championship for the Japanese. Japan’s catcher Yuhei Nakamura also celebrates. (Photo from Getty Images/Samurai Japan)
The FOX Sports telecast feed of Shohei Ohtani’s strikeout of then-Angels’ teammate Mike Trout to clinch the 2023 WBC Championship for Japan.

Just to review, The Fan Teaser was the creation of former Ann Arbor News Sports Editor Geoff Larcom. Longtime friend and fellow Ann Arbor News alum, Pat Schutte, took it to heights previously unknown. We aim to keep it alive here at The Sports Fan Project. The cropped photo and the accompanying clue give you an idea as to who or what the image is of. We invite you to use the Comment option to take a crack at solving the Teaser and, if you’re so inclined, participate in some good-spirited banter with your fellow sports fans. The Fan Teaser will appear each Friday morning with the reveal coming to you Sunday.

Where’s the Golf!?! (aka My Time at the 2025 Ryder Cup)

Jerry and the Bethpage Sign
The famous sign at Bethpage Black Golf Course which greets players before they embark on their round was turned oversized for photo opportunities during the 2025 Ryder Cup.

With a recent trip to Farmingdale, NY, and Bethpage Black Golf Course – site of the 2025 Ryder Cup – I’ve come to the end of my scheduled attendance at team golf events as part of the Around the World in 80 Sporting Events project.

And, may I say, thank heavens!

Now, please don’t misinterpret the previous statement.

I believe team golf is one of the most exciting sporting events to spectate. Quite frankly, I look forward to the biennial Ryder, Presidents, and Solheim cups as much – or maybe even more so – than any other major event that doesn’t include a team I have a rooting interest in. Watching how athletes in what is ordinarily an individual competition work to modify their styles of play to conform with a playing partner within the team environment creates some fabulous drama.

The national pride component – especially with the Solheim and Ryder cups – also makes for a different level of energy than what would otherwise be witnessed at a typical PGA Tour stop.

However …

For the general grounds’ pass-holding fan, it’s mighty challenging to actually – you know – see any golf.

The estimates for the 2025 Ryder Cup were 45,000 and 50,000 fans on the grounds for competition days, which means for Friday and Saturday’s Foursomes and Four Ball play, those fans are all clamoring to see one of four groups on the course at a time.

My father and I ran into this predicament at the 2024 Solheim Cup as did I while attending the 2024 Presidents Cup. If you want to be on the first tee for the announcement of each group, enjoy the DJ, and the generally raucous vibe, you’ll need to be there before the sun’s up. And then, you’d best have a plan for where you’re off to next in hopes to seeing more golf shots, because those folks who weren’t early birds are clogging the rest of the first hole and likely Nos. 2 and 3 and probably even No. 4 as well.

All of this was part of my strategy for not attending one of the competition days during the 2025 Ryder Cup. That coupled with the four-figure pricetag for a weekend grounds entry was enough for me to purchase tickets to Thursday’s practice round and, even then, it was the highest priced ticket I’ve purchased in the 25 events to date … AND IT WASN’T EVEN AN ACTUAL COMPETITION DAY!!!

Alas, the best-laid plans.

Somedays You Gotta Take a Mulligan

Following a Tuesday full of travel from southeastern lower Michigan to Lewisburg, PA, my father and I – bellies full thanks to a visit to Gram’s Eatery – were preparing to call it a night when I finally got around to checking my email.

In my inbox was something from the Ryder Cup informing me that due to forecasted inclement weather on Thursday, the Opening Ceremonies would be moved to Wednesday and the final round of the Junior Ryder Cup (scheduled to be played at Bethpage) would, instead, be played at Nassau Country Club (as the first two days had been). The good news, for us at least, is that the PGA of America was depositing into my ticket account a pair of grounds passes and a parking pass to attend on Wednesday in addition to Thursday.

I walked the 10 steps next door to my dad’s room for a quick confab. We were about three-and-a-half hours from the shuttle lot on Long Island’s Jones Beach State Park, we could be on the grounds, I estimated, by about noon, without pushing too hard.

It was decided we’d shoot for Wednesday attendance to see what we could see and play a possible return Thursday by ear.

Where’s the Golf?

Clockwise from upper left, the view toward the grandstand complex surrounding the 18th green and the 1st tee; Rory McIlroy over a chip shot from the round on No. 18; the scoreboard with the Celebrity All-Star matches listed; Tommy Fleetwood strolls off the tee box at No. 18; that’s tennis great John McEnroe walking over the players’ crosswalk to the clubhouse; The People’s Plaza was teeming with, well, people; dad and took time to pose for this photo on No. 18.

At past golf tournaments – namely the 2024 U.S. Open and the 2024 Open Championship – the practice days made for a more relaxed environment, the ability to get – perhaps – a little closer to the players, and generally see the course in a more leisurely manner.

This was all part of my calculus (in addition to the financial savings) for attending the Ryder Cup on Thursday, turned Wednesday.

The added benefit of visiting Thursday would be the ability to see the Junior Ryder Cup’s final round so I could, technically, one day say, “Yeah, I saw the 2025 Ryder Cup” but just keep the “junior” part silent;-)

With our move to Wednesday attendance, there were ramifications. First, there was no Junior Ryder Cup to watch. There was a Celebrity All-Star Match pitting eight American celebrities against eight Europeans over a 10-hole pairs match. Sadly, those matches were in the process of finishing as we walked into The People’s Plaza, the massive fan central-esque located between the entrance and practice range and the No. 1 tee and No. 18 green grandstand complex.

As the celebs left the course, I presumed Team USA and Team Europe would have their time.

I presumed incorrectly.

Though we’d been told by volunteers on the grounds that Team USA had started on the front nine and planned to play all 18 it, in fact, called it a day after the ninth hole (which is at located at the far point of the course). Team Europe was slated to play the back nine (and only the back nine) all along and they were heading for 18 about the time we made our way to the main grandstand which, inexplicably, was to be closed from 12:30-2:30 p.m. so no incoming fans were permitted to enter.

So we made the most of what we could and trundled down the hill alongside the 18th fairway to catch some glimpes of Rory McIlroy, Tommy Fleetwood, Matthew Fitzpatrick, Ludvig Aberg, Rasmus Hojgaard, and Justin Rose as they completed their practice for the day.

And that was pretty much it for live golf:-(

Exploring the Course

Arnold Palmer Way Sign
Formerly known as Round Swamp Road, this road runs through Bethpage Black Golf Course. Thirteen holes are on one side, the remaining five on the opposite.

The Opening Ceremonies pre-show was to begin during the 4 o’clock hour, which meant I had a couple hours to explore what I could on the course.

As the hilliness and large footprint of course were posing somewhat problematic for my dad, we agreed on a meeting spot in about an hour and a half. From there, we’d touch base to see how we were both feeling and what we’d plan to do moving forward.

Thanks to a steady stream of spectators returning from the outer reaches of Bethpage, I felt akin to a fish swimming upstream and didn’t get quite as far as I’d hoped.

I did make it across Round Swamp Road – which was renamed Arnold Palmer Way in the leadup to this year’s Ryder Cup – to check out hole Nos. 2, 3, 14, and 13. Back on the other side, I was able to see Nos. 1, 15, and 17.

Clockwise from upper left, the view from the tee at No. 3, a 200-plus yard par-3; a look at the flagstick at No. 14 through some of the native growth behind a greenside bunker; the look up the approach to No. 14, the shortest par-3 on the course; No. 17 is also a par-3; and a look off the teebox at No. 15, a lengthy par-4.

Back to the Top of the Hill

Ryder Cup Shop
Total chaos greeted me when I arrived at the Ryder Cup Shop. There was no queuing ropes or anyone out front to control the flow of people.

After meeting dad we decided to grab a bite to eat and find a spot for him to watch the Opening Ceremonies on one of the video boards while I’d attempt to watch from a bit closer.

One of the highlights of the 2025 Ryder Cup experience was the all-inclusive nature of our tickets. It was the first time either of us had experienced the ability to grab any food and/or soft drinks from the food service areas and go. Unless you were purchasing an alcholic beverage, there was no transaction to be had, which made for an efficient process; just grab the hot or chilled items you desired out of the warmers/coolers, and carry on with your day. I know our 2026 PGA Championship tickets include this feature and I’m already looking forward to its hassle-free nature.

While dad was set up out of the way in the shade, with a breeze, and views of a video board, I set off to visit the Ryder Cup Shop (big mistake!) and, ultimately, make my way over next to the No. 1 tee grandstand to see some of the Opening Ceremony.

Unlike the other major golf events I’ve visited, there was no queuing sytem, ropes, etc., to provide some order to what looked rather chaotic and time consuming. A quick pivot found me snapping a couple of quick picks of players on the practice range (thank you, Justin Thomas, for allowing me to see at least one Team USA player hit a golf shot!) and then back to claim a spot along the top of the hill to see the Ceremony.

Clockwise from upper left, a post with the Bethpage State Park logo on it; a view of the clubhouse; these Team Europe fans, no doubt, had an enjoyable weekend; these three Black Hawk helicopters conducted a ceremonial flyover during the Opening Ceremony; Team Europe player John Rahm hits a shot on the practice range; both teams on the stage following their introduction; the starter hut for Bethpage Black; the view of the sky as U.S. Army Golden Knight’s descend toward the course; my lone American golfer sighting, Justin Thomas, on the practice range.

DJ Jay Jung, the regular in-house DJ of both the New York Yankees and Brooklyn Nets, kept the crowd entertained by spinning a variety of tunes until the afternoon’s host, NBC’s Carson Daly, arrived onstage to introduce various dignitaries – including a wildly unpopular (with this crowd, at least) New York Governor Kathy Hochul – and, utlimately, the two squads.

If I’m being honest, aside from the people watching leading up to the teams entering the stage, it was a bit underwhelming. And, following the introductions of the two squads, I made my way back over to pick up dad, visit the now-empty Ryder Cup Shop, and head for the shuttle bus pick up.

Would I do it again?

No and, in fact, while we had grounds passes for Thursday – thanks to steady rain and a cloud deck about the height of your home the next morning – we decided to forego the opportunity in preference of a couple of sidetrips (see that post here) that might have been as enjoyable as our time spent on the Bethpage grounds.

Next time, I’ll be watching from home and, unless you’re springing for reserved grandstand seating, I’d suggest the same to you.

Dad and I in front of the Ryder Cup Display
Some visual evidence that dad and I made it to the site of the 2025 Ryder Cup.

Event 6 – USA! USA! USA!

The Solheim Cup
The author and his brush with the Solheim Cup.

To the best of my recollection, I’ve only attended one sporting event that was a nation vs. nation situation. That was a 2002 preliminary round FIBA Men’s World Championship game between the United States and Germany in Indianapolis’s now-razed RCA Dome. The U.S. won, 104-87, and if there were chants of USA! USA! USA! I certainly don’t remember them.

So, to say that I was looking forward to attending the 2024 Solheim Cup as part of my “Around the World in 80 Sporting Events” project would be an understatement.

That it happened to be a women’s sporting event only added to my anticipation.

Perhaps you’ve noticed: Women’s sports are enjoying a moment! From the University of Nebraska hosting an outdoor volleyball match before 92,003 fans at Memorial Stadium last August to U.S. Women’s Soccer outshining their male counterparts to the USA Women’s Basketball Team having won eight consecutive Olympic gold medals to the whole Caitlin Clark impact on NCAA and WNBA basketball.

Salaries are increasing (though too slowly), television coverage is far more prevalent, and endorsement opportunities seem to be on the uptick. Heck, there are even sports bars whose business model is women’s sports.

I know to do justice to the Around the World project, I need to get to more women’s sporting events. I’m pleased the schedule worked to get me to the Robert Trent Jones Golf Club in Gainesville, VA, to see Team USA host Team Europe in what’s usually a biennial event. Due to COVID disruptions, it was contested in both 2023 and 2024. Team Europe has owned the cup for the last three competitions.

Egg Meet Face, Face Meet Egg

First Tee Grandstand
The first tee grandstand shortly before play began in the Solheim Cup.

It appears, by all accounts, that the LPGA (tasked with organizing the Solheim Cup on American soil) was ill-prepared to meet this moment.

My father and I benefitted from a gifted VIP Parking Pass that allowed us to park on the grounds at RTJGC rather than at the Jiffy Lube Live amphitheater where parking and shuttle busses was to occur.

Though I’d not been to an event like this, previously, I’d seen Ryder, President, and Solheim Cups on TV before and the first tee was always a jam-packed, raucous environment.

To be clear, we could hear the bass pumping as soon as we had our tickets scanned so the party was definitely happening. The thing is, not many folks showed up. The grandstand was, perhaps, two-thirds full. I figured either the Solheim Cup was not as popular as I’d thought or fans simply didn’t care to wake up as early as necessary for the opening tee shots of the competition.

Turns out it was neither.

A massive shortage of shuttle busses was secured by the LPGA for the event and thousands of fans at Jiffy Lube Live were waiting in queues for more than two hours before they made their way onto the grounds.

Clockwise from upper left, the entrance at the Fan Zone was eerily empty at arrival time; Team Europe fans seemed outnumber Team America to start the day; that included fans in banana costumes.

Eventually, all ticketholders received an email from LPGA Commissioner Mollie Marcoux Samaan apologizing for the “transportation experience.”

We want to deeply apologize if this morning’s transportation experience at the 2024 Solheim Cup impacted your enjoyment of the event. We certainly understand how frustrating this must have been.

We recognize the importance of efficient transportation to ensure that your day at the tournament is enjoyable from start to finish. We’ve made significant changes to our transportation system to mitigate these issues moving forward.

As an apology, the LPGA downloaded all patrons two additional weekend passes to their Seat Geek accounts.

Sadly, we weren’t going to be around to take advantage of the gesture.

Party Atmosphere

I’ve never been to the TPC Scottdale’s 16th Hole at the Waste Management Open – easily golf’s biggest party hole, presently – but I’ve gotta believe the first tee at these team events replicate it on a much smaller – and less-intoxicated – manner.

First introductions.
Team Europe Vice-Captains clearly felt like dancing.
Metallica for intro music!?!

A Unique Golf Viewing Experience

Marshal Placcard
You don’t see many marshal signs at typical golf tournaments asking for noise, do you?

As I’ve already been to the U.S. Open (Event 1) and The Open Championship (Event 2), this whole being a spectator at a golf tournament thing was sort of second nature by now.

Or was it?

On Day 1 of the Solheim Cup there were a total of eight groups playing (four in the morning and four in the afternoon). The morning was foursomes (e.g. alternate shot by teammates) and the afternoon was four ball (e.g. best ball of the teammates) so there really is not a lot spots to catch the action.

The options are, seemingly, to pick a group and follow it or pick a spot and settle in. After seeing the introductions and the eight tee shots, my dad and I checked the Great Lawn (a massive green space below the clubhouse with concessions and seating as well as a stage for the Opening and Closing Ceremonies), and then we found our way to Holes No. 15-18 to ensure we had a feel for what the finishing holes might look like as the weekend wore on.

Once done, we found our way to the 14th green which had an amphitheater feel about it and settled in for what would wind up being a couple hour wait for golfers to get to us.

14th Green
Long before any golfers made their way to No. 14, we had staked our claim.

And while we waited, we visited with those around us, including the woman next to me from Virginia whose daughter was serving as a marshal at the 14th so she too decided to set up shop. Her husband, I learned, was in the Pentagon on 9/11. He was unharmed but she shared how powerful the phone call she’d received was, the uneasiness she felt, and having to speak to her mother-in-law later when she called to see if her son was OK.

And if we weren’t visiting, we (e.g. me) might have done some wandering.

I took a walkabout to the Fan Zone which was now filled with folks. And while I didn’t hit any golfballs or participate in any of the mini-golf, I applaud the organizers for having things to do for all ages of spectators.

I did, however, grab a photo with some of my favorites European fans of the day. I’ll call them the Sunflower Gals for lack of a formal name. They were, seemingly, everywhere on this opening day. Like us, they were in the gallery at the first tee and they eventually found their way to the 14th green and I’ve no doubt they were darlings of the television cameras.

The author and the Sunflower Gals in the Solheim Cup Fan Zone. The Sunflower Gals made an appearance at the 14th green a bit later.

We eventually saw action, but it was relatively uneventful. There were a few shots that found their way into the water in front of No. 14 and some near miss putts but, ultimately, no decisions were made on No. 14 and it was, for the most part, devoid of excitement.

That changed in the afternoon.

Caddies
The caddies for Europe’s Emily Pedersen and Maja Stark look on.

No. 2 for the Road

Understanding that we were not likely to battle what would now be masses at the first tee for afternoon introductions or hoof it to the back of the course to see some new holes, we decided to wander over from the 14th green to the 2nd green.

Again, we had our pick of spots to stake our claim. We settled on the back left (as you face the hole) of the green. It turned fortuitous when the greenskeepers finished rolling the green and a new hole was cut on our side of the green.

Suddenly, we were getting up close and personal with all of the competitors.

Clockwise from upper left, greenskeepers cut a new pin placement for the afternoon; our view of said pin with four shots on the green; Nelly Korda over her putt at No. 2; Leona Maguire looks at her break; Rose Zhang replaces her ball before putting; Lexi Thompson’s approach shot nearly wound up on my foot; Thompson prepares to play her shot; Sarah Schmelzel also found her way over the green.

Suns Out, Guns Out!

After seeing all four afternoon groups play the second, we made our way back to the 14th green and prepared to wait for their arrival.

By now, all of those folks who waited out the transportation woes were at the course, so we no longer had our choice of spots. My dad secured a spot next to the camera tower that afforded an excellent view of this reachable par 5. And while there was a lengthy wait for the players to arrive, it was worth it.

Team USA’s Nelly Korda and Megan Khang had an opportunity to close out Team Europe’s Georgia Hall and Leona Maguire. Korda did just that by draining an eagle putt

Team USA’s Nelly Korda sinks the match-clinching eagle putt.

The next group to make it to No. 14 included Team USA’s Lauren Coughlin who nearly holed out for eagle on her approach.

Team USA’s Lauren Coughlin nearly chipped in for an eagle on No. 14.

Finally, it lacked the exciting finish (just a missed putt by Team Europe’s Charley Hull) of that first match to make it to No. 14, but the final quartet to arrive also yielded a match-clincher for the American duo of Andrea Lee and Rose Zhang who won 5 & 4.

With this Charley Hull missed eagle putt, Team USA closes out this match.

A Long and Enjoyable Day

My alarm began its work at 4:30 in the morning and I began making my way to the Solheim Cup Shop to meet my dad at about 4:30 in the afternoon. All told, we were at the course for just under 10 hours and probably witnessed fewer than 40 shots in total.

Some might say, Doug, you’re crazy!

And on many days, I might be inclined to agree.

But this wasn’t one of those days.

It was more than just spectating. It was that down time waiting for the golfers to get to you and the conversations you’re having with strangers from various parts of the world.

Beyond the Virginian I referenced earlier, I also had wonderful chats with a group of four friends from Richmond who had a blast just spending time together on a sunny and warm Friday afternoon. One of them was even a former teacher in Southfield (MI) near where I live which confirms my thinking that this world is smaller than we know. And then there was a pair of friends from Massachusetts who’d never visited Washington, D.C., and took advantage of the Solheim Cup as an opportunity to roadtrip together and see our nation’s capital; and boy, did they: White House tour, U.S. Capitol tour, day and night tours of the monuments, Smithsonian Natural History Museum, and the Holocaust Memorial. There was also the lady from California who’d never been to D.C. either and reconnected with an old friend who lives just outside the Beltway for a visit, touring, and some golf watching. How about the fella from the Phoenix area who hopes to follow the PGA Tour to all its western U.S. stops someday? Or the lady from near Princeton, NJ, whose parents introduced her and her siblings to the game of golf at an early age and has been hooked ever since. This, she said, was a natural outgrowth of what her now deceased parents would do if they were still with us.

Easily the most infectious and enjoyable interaction I had all day was with the youngster in the photo below. As we sat next to the TV camera tower on No. 14, one of the NBC/Golf Channel reporters, Amy Rogers, appeared inside the ropes next to the tower. This youngster – who I learned quickly is a big Nelly Korda fan – was her son. We chit-chatted as we awaited the first group to arrive at the 14th green, he made me put on my foam USA finger, and he also ensured I was participating in the “USA! USA! USA!” chants … especially following that eagle putt by Korda.

So. Much. Fun.

Young Solheim Cup Fan
This little guy was one of my highlights at the Solheim Cup.

The Fan Teaser: Week 71 Solution

Oh say can you see where this image was captured?

A slam dunk, er, an empty netter?

No doubt!

One of the most iconic images in the history of American sports is this one captured by Sports Illustrated‘s German-born photographer, Heinz Kluetmeier. It’s the celebration behind the Team USA goal following its improbablle, 4-3, 1980 Olympic semifinal upset of the heavily favored Soviet Union. It became know as the “Miracle on Ice.”

Team USA Celebration
Team USA celebrates its 4-3 victory over the Soviet Union in the 1980 Olympics. (Photo by Heinz Kluetmeier/Sports Illustrated)

The moment occurred just over 44 years ago (February 22) and the upstart Americans went on to win the Gold Medal game a couple days later, 4-2, over Finland. Kluetmeier’s photo adorned the cover of the March 3 edition of SI (44 years ago today). That cover is the only one in the magazine’s storied history to run without a headline or caption.

“It didn’t need it. Everyone in America knew what happened,” Kluetmeier later said.

Sports Illustrated Cover
The Sports Illustrated cover.
The closing moments of the Miracle on Ice game from Lake Placid, NY, February 22, 1980.

Just to review, The Fan Teaser comes courtesy of longtime buddy, Pat Schutte. The cropped photo below and the accompanying clue give you an idea as to who or what the image is of. We invite you to use the Comment option to take a crack at solving the Teaser and, if you’re so inclined, participate in some good-spirited banter with your fellow sports fans. The Fan Teaser will appear each Friday morning with the reveal coming to you Sunday.

Spencer Haywood: Part 2

(This is the second in a series about Detroit Public School League basketball legend, Spencer Haywood. Please find Part 1 here.)

Spencer Haywood and Will Robinson
Spencer Haywood and his high school coach, Will Robinson, outside the Mexico City Olympic Village.

The legend of Spencer Haywood began much earlier than his 1966 arrival in Detroit. It began, in fact, with another arrival – his into this world – on April 22, 1949.

There wasn’t much to Silver City, MS. A few hundred people lived in this tiny town about a hundred miles north of Jackson. The pre-Civil Rights era in this part of the nation left blacks to service industry employment and that’s just where Spencer’s 42-year-old mother Eunice found herself on the day of his birth. Seven-months pregnant, Eunice gamely put in an honest day’s work until finally succumbing to the unmistakable pains of labor. She laid down her equipment – she’d been preparing the fields for planting season – and headed home, lay down on her bed, and gave birth to Spencer with the assistance of two mid-wives. Two months premature, Haywood arrived on his father’s birthday. This was an important fact for Spencer’s father, John, a 6-foot-5 carpenter, had died – hammer in hand – on the job three weeks prior to Spencer’s birth.

It was in fact the death of Spencer’s father that had led many to believe he might never arrive. Overcome with the emotion, Eunice had taken a nasty spill during the services for her husband and most thought the next family function would be to console her for losing her child … not for having one. The fact that Spencer arrived three weeks to the day after his father’s death didn’t go unnoticed to the Haywood family who felt he must have a special purpose for surviving Eunice’s fall and arriving when he did.

Forget this special purpose business; the big question was whether or not he would survive once he had arrived. Born those two months premature, he was in the fields slung over his mother’s back one short week later. Certainly, this isn’t what Dr. Spock had written in his childcare books.

Adding to the odds against him, Spencer became part of a family of nine that eventually grew to 11. Granted, the two eldest had since departed the family home, but his mother was earning just $20 a week between her work in the fields, cleaning, and welfare. After his father passed, the Haywood’s economic fortunes went from bad to horrendous. John was the primary breadwinner and kept his accounting in his head. Debts were quickly forgotten. In his autobiography Spencer Haywood: The Rise, the Fall, the Recovery, Spencer described his family’s financial state as “poorer than dirt. We were the lower class of the lower class.”

A black man in the deep rural south in the 1950s and 1960s was not about to get discovered by major college basketball programs, let alone the professional leagues. While people like Rosa Parks, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., and Medgar Evers were making inroads with the Civil Rights movement, these were faint rumors to the Haywood family and the other blacks in the backwoods of Silver City.

How far behind the times was this part of Mississippi? The first mixed race sporting event didn’t take place until 1978 when a semi-pro basketball game was played.

Haywood recounted trips around town – almost always on foot – in his autobiography. Blacks were used for BB gun target practice by white boys, chased by dogs, had beer bottles chucked at them, and were shot at with rifles.

It was, in short, a difficult childhood.

It was, however, all Haywood ever knew and no doubt hardened him for the type of journey he would later embark upon.

A 6-foot-6 freshman, Spencer was quickly discovered by Coach Charles Wilson at McNair High School. Despite a lack of coordination, proper shoes, and a jock strap – all of which made for some uncomfortable moments – Haywood made the McNair High 12-man varsity.

He didn’t see much action, but he did make a memorable first impression during a blowout three games into his freshman season. Haywood grabbed a loose ball and coasted in for a breakaway lay up – into the wrong basket!

Gangly and still growing into his body, Haywood played sparingly the entire first season – not even traveling to some road games – but was a key cog on McNair’s regional-qualifying team as a sophomore. He was beginning to fill out and at 6-foot-7 was averaging over 20 points per game. The local black colleges were beginning to take notice.

Spencer Haywood Pershing HS
Haywood ultimately played at Detroit’s Pershing High School. (Pershing HS photo)

It was during his sophomore year that Haywood got his first glimpse of the north. He visited his brother Joe in Chicago for a few weeks following Christmas and vowed to return. Despite the pimps, hookers, drugs, and cockroach-infested apartments, he did return following that sophomore year at McNair. Spencer put Silver City in his rearview mirror as best he could and was content to work his job as a busboy at Fred Harvey’s Restaurant, sending a weekly allowance back to his mother. That changed, however, when his older brother Leroy, a college basketball player at Bowling Green State University, came to town for a visit.

Spencer had begun to gain a bit of acclaim on the playgrounds of his Chicago neighborhood and a challenge was made to Leroy. They played seven games and 15-year-old Spencer won three of those. Leroy had seen enough and promptly loaded up his car and spirited Spencer from the ghettos of Chicago to the flatlands of northwestern Ohio – explaining to him that basketball might be a viable option. Leroy, who had lived with an aunt in Detroit and had been a solid player in his own right at Northeastern, worked the phones and got his baby brother a tryout at the Kronk Recreation Center for a coach named Will Robinson at Pershing High.

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Understandably, Spencer Haywood was a hot commodity in 1967 when he finished his senior year at Pershing High School. UCLA called and said it’d like Spencer to play alongside Lew Alcindor. USC also approached him as did Bowling Green and the Air Force Academy. The prevailing rumor, however, was that he would matriculate across town to the University of Detroit where he would be reunited with Coach Robinson who was expected to replace longtime coach Bob Calihan when he retired.

Haywood had other ideas. He witnessed firsthand the burgeoning empowerment of young black men in the late 1960s.

“Racial awareness was becoming a very big thing in our lives,” he wrote in his autobiography. “Pride. We could be proud; we could call attention to ourselves with our hair and clothing and walk. … Basketball was still more important to us than politics and the restructuring of American society, but we were aware that a revolution was in the works.”

Haywood was keenly aware that he – a black man who was in demand – was in a position to make a statement and he was prepared to make it. When it came time to choose a college he selected the University of Tennessee. He would become the first black player in the entire Southeastern Conference.

Though he and Wiley Davis, a Pershing teammate his junior year, both arrived in Knoxville during the summer to familiarize themselves and get settled, things quickly unraveled before either began taking classes. Tennessee coach Roy Mears was – it was rumored – catching a lot of heat from Adolph Rupp and the bluebloods in Kentucky about integrating the SEC with a borderline student. Mears was pushing Spencer off to a junior college in Chattanooga for the year to improve his grades.

Haywood and Davis both got a bad vibe and sought Will Robinson’s advice. He was friendly with Coach Bob King at the University of New Mexico and it was decided the two of them would attend Trinidad State Junior College in Alamosa, CO, for the year before transferring to New Mexico.

Haywood was dominant from the outset. He led the nation’s junior college players by averaging 28.2 points and 22.1 rebounds per game.

It was this breakthrough performance as well as a confluence of other factors that allowed Haywood the opportunity of lifetime the following summer: An invitation to the 1968 Olympic basketball trials.

Spencher Haywood Team USA
Spencer Haywood was a dominant force for Team USA en route to the Gold Medal
at the 1968 Olympics. (ABC TV Photo)

For the first time in USA Basketball’s history, junior college players were invited to the trials. Haywood made it through the juco portion of the trials in Hutchinson, KS, with relative ease. He then impressed legendary Oklahoma State coach Henry Iba on the very first day of full-squad trials in Albuquerque, NM.

It was easy to stand out during these trials, especially if you were a talented big man. The top three collegiate post players – Alcindor, Elvin Hayes (Houston), and Wes Unseld (Louisville) – all declined invitations. Haywood parlayed their absences and his talent into a spot on the team and he so ferociously seized the moment that he became a national icon by the time the Mexico City Games were complete. He scored 21 points, hauled in 10 rebounds, and blocked five shots in the Americans’, 65-50, gold-medal victory over Yugoslavia and was named MVP of the tournament. He still owns Team USA Olympic records to this day for most points scored in a single-Olympiad (145 for a 16.1 average) and his .719 field goal percentage is second only to Charles Barkley’s .816, but remains highest among non-Dream Teamers.

In addition, Haywood – who was viewed by many pundits as a second and even a third choice entering the Olympiad – won the praise of the media and Coach Iba.

Wrote John Kiernan of the New York Times: “Haywood was the sensation of the tournament, so good that many eyewitnesses think he will outrank Alcindor as a superstar. He is the fastest big man in the game, a demon under the boards, and limitless in his scoring potentialities.”

Nearly two decades later, when Iba congratulated Bobby Knight’s 1984 gold medal-winning team following the Los Angeles Olympics, Haywood had snuck into the crowded locker room to offer his congratulations, but before he could Iba took note: “Gentlemen, the greatest basketball player ever is here tonight: Spencer Haywood.”

Of course, all these accolades were directed toward a 19-year-old soon-to-be college sophomore.  Speaking of which, what college would Haywood’s hat rest the following year? The plan, of course, was to attend the University of New Mexico, just as another Pershing star, Mel Daniels, had done some eight years earlier. Haywood, however, had other ideas and chose instead to head back home and attend the University of Detroit. The plan was to play one year under Bob Calihan and then Will Robinson would take over and U-D would become a national power, bringing in all of the best players from the PSL. Players like Ralph Simpson (currently at Michigan State) and Curtis Jones (at North Idaho Community College), and George Gervin just beginning to achieve notoriety at King High School.

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Spencer Haywood ultimately matriculated to the University of Detroit where he played under Coach Bob Calihan. (University of Detroit Photo)

Things progressed swimmingly during the early stages of the season. Haywood scored and rebounded with a reckless abandon, including a 36-point, 31-rebound debut during a 105-40 rout of tiny Aquinas College. His successes weren’t limited to just the softies either, he posted a 35-point, 23-rebound performance against Marquette’s Dean Meminger. The Titans also bested St. Bonaventure – led by future Detroit Piston All-Star Bob Lanier – and found themselves ranked seventh in the nation after dashing out of the gate with an unblemished 10-0 record.

Calihan was starting five blacks at the time, however, and there was pressure mounting to make some modifications. Line-up changes were made – including the insertion of Bob Calihan Jr. at point guard – and the season began to unravel. It hit its apex for Haywood in a game at the University of Toledo when – after being subjected to what he viewed as questionable officiating the entire game – he attacked Rockets’ center Steve Mix in the closing moments and then brushed an official with a punch during the ensuing melee. Haywood was suspended for two games and the Titans limped home, winning just six of their final 16 games to finish 16-10.

Though Haywood delivered his end of the deal – becoming a first-team All-American averaging 32.1 points and 21.5 rebounds (tops in the nation) per game – U-D didn’t uphold its end of the deal. Once Calihan retired, Will Robinson was passed over as the next coach, the Titans chose instead Don Haskins of the University of Texas-El Paso. Haskins, however, got such a cool reception from the Detroit media that he quit within two days of accepting the job. Robinson was passed over again, this time for Jim Harding from La Salle. Harding – a yeller and screamer – and Haywood didn’t hit it off. Suddenly, Haywood was about to become a different sort of legend – one of the more infamous variety.

  • Up Next: Challenging the Status Quo.

Back in Time #1 – Miracle on Ice February 22, 1980

(About the Series: Based upon my Conversation with guest Derek Meinecke, I’m going back in time to be in the stands at 10 sporting events. This week, it’s #1. You’re able to find links to the previous installments below.)

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Team USA celebrates its 4-3 upset over the USSR in Lake Placid, NY. (Photo by Getty Images)

For someone my age – that is my mid-50s – there is really only one sporting event that I’d rank at the top of any list of those that I’d like to go back in time to see live. That event is the 1980 Winter Olympic Ice Hockey Semifinals in Lake Placid, NY, when the upstart United States played (and ultimately upset) the Soviet Union, 4-3.

And while that game has come to be known as the “Miracle on Ice” (thanks, primarily, to ABC’s Al Michaels‘ commentary as the closing seconds ticked away, video at the bottom of this post), the real miracle might have been the fact the opening face off came shortly after 5 p.m. ET but was not telecast until 8 p.m. by ABC and my family was completely oblivious to the final outcome. (Thank you pre-Internet and 24/7 news channels.)

We sat in our living room in St. Clair Shores, MI, eyes trained on the TV to watch a sport we knew little about (remember, I’m an Indiana native and basketball is not played on ice).

I. Was. Mesmerized.

Jim Craig
Team USA goalie Jim Craig leaps for joy after the victory over the USSR.

The picture was grainy, I couldn’t make the puck out most of the time, I hardly understood the rules or what the red and blue lines were, but this was the USA vs. the Soviet Union at the peak of the Cold War during my early lifetime.

I recall feeling a sense of relief when American Mark Johnson scored with one second left in the first period to forge a 2-2 tie. Johnson tied the score again at 3-3 midway through the third period and provided a bit of hope to this 12-year-old in suburban Detroit.

And then Team USA Captain Mike Eruzione made me leap off the sofa and let out a “whoop” like it was suddenly electified fewer than two minutes later with the go-ahead goal.

After Eruzione potted that goal, it was an agonizingly long 10 minutes of game time until Michaels’ memorable call.

Do you believe in miracles? Yes!

Al Michaels, ABC Sportscaster

This upset, of course, secured nothing more than a Silver Medal, there was Finland to vanquish late Sunday morning to secure the Gold.

Still, count me as someone who’d like to be among the 8,500 in the Olympic Center to witness this piece of history.

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