Description
It is often said that while Dr. James Naismith invented basketball in Massachusetts, the sport was raised and ultimately came of age in the high schools of Indiana, the state where politics, religion, and sweet corn fall in line behind the game played with the round orange ball. Tales from Indiana High School Basketball centers on those special people who have played the game--their stories, their passion, their drive for excellence, their laughs, and their tears. This is a book about Lebanon schoolboy hero Rick Mount, the first prep basketball player ever featured on the cover of Sports Illustrated. The year was 1966, and Mount's sweet jump shot had college recruiters flocking to the city 30 minutes north of Indianapolis. It's about Gene Cato, the Indiana High School Athletic Association's former commissioner whose father--his high school coach--would not put the young scoring phenom into a game until his team's fans demanded it. It's also about Marion's Purple Reign --consecutive state championships in 1985, 1986, and 1987 when the Gians were the most important game on every opponent's schedule. John Wooden, Bobby Plump, Steve Alford, Damon Bailey. It's as easy for an Indiana high school basketball fan to roll the names off the tongue as it is to find the broadcast of a high school game on AM radio on any Friday night during an Indiana winter. Tales from Indiana High School Basketball is not so much about statistics and winning streaks as it is about the personalities and emotions of those who created a phenomenon that neither a New York City cab driver nor a Malibu-based surfer could understand. These high school kids became heroes and legends. Their stories will live on throughgeneration after generation. Tales from Indiana High School Basketball is much more than a compilation of intriguing roundball stories. It is a way of life in the Hoosier State. Author Jeff Washburn, a Lafayette Journal and Courier sportswriter since 1972, has been watching Indiana high school basketball for 50 years--since his mother took him to see the great Oscar Robertson and Indianapolis Crispus Attucks when the writer was six months old. Like most Hoosiers, the game is in his blood and certainly in his heart, from which these tales flow.
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