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father and his son went to the Palestra on a cold Saturday afternoon an
hour before the start of a women’s Big Five game. The father told the
ticket handler at the gate that he just wanted to show his son inside,
then they both would leave. Expecting less than a hundred to show for the
afternoon game, the ticket handler gladly acquiesced.
And so with his small
hand cupped in his father’s, the young boy walked around the
white-bricked perimeter of the arena with his head pointed skyward and his
mouth open. Around each walkway, they studied the glass casings that held
basketball memorabilia from each of the Big Five schools--a loosely
stitched Kenny Durrett jersey and a grainy black-and-white photograph of
Temple’s 1969 NIT Championship team included. Afterward, they went up a
steep, stony corridor leading to section 213. What lay before them at the
end of the corridor made the past spill over into the present.
Where the young boy saw
huge iron-archings, banners of Ivy League teams, and a ceiling the blue of
an infant’s blanket, the father saw cray-paper streamers being thrown at
the first basket made, clever rollouts unfurled by fraternity students at
each end, and the Temple Owl and the St. Joe’s Hawk tearing each
other’s feathers off during a time-out. From the last seat in the
eastern corner of the arena, the boy gazed upon a plain-looking court of
red and blue and an empty students’ section behind each basket, while
the father saw a sea of Villanova students rushing the court after the
Wildcats beat Notre Dame. The father stared at the court for a minute,
closed his eyes, and then sat on one of the wooden benches.
"What were you just
staring at?" said the young boy to his dad.
"Nothing, son,"
said the father. Just some great college basketball games.
Built in 1926, the
Palestra first opened its doors in 1927. Located in the shadow of Franklin
Field on the campus of the University of Pennsylvania, the Palestra was
named by Dr. William Bates (a Greek professor) who named it so because in
ancient Greece, a Palestra was a rectangular enclosure where young men
would compete. In its glory days as the home of Big Five basketball from
1955 to 1986, this 8,700 seat arena witnessed some of the best college
basketball games in the country. Today, this living, breathing memorial at
33rd and Walnut Street is the home court of the Penn Quakers.
Although it is locally
quipped the "Big House," there are certainly bigger arenas in
the area. The Civic Center, formerly Convention Hall, is a bigger arena
located only a block away. However, neither the Civic Center nor any other
arena has the tradition, history, or pageantry of the Palestra. Through
generations, the Palestra has been a Philadelphia landmark that has stood
as the battlefield palace of Big Five basketball. What makes it special,
as Big Five Hall of Fame writer Bob Vetrone notes, are all the stories,
sidebars, and folk tales that go along with the competitive nature of the
Big Five.
"People that
haven’t been there just don’t know," said Vetrone, the 'Godfather
of the Big Five' as some have deigned him. "I look back on it, and
what made it special wasn’t just the games, it was the individuals, the
players, coaches, and fans."
"Everything’s so
old-looking. What made it all so special, Dad?" said the son.
"The tradition and
the memories, son," said the father. "Back when I was young, I
used to take your mom here every Saturday night that the Big Five had a
doubleheader. We called them twin bills back then. When we go home, even
your mother will tell you that those were some great times."
Many of the traditions of
the Palestra still live on today. For example, the lettering of the two
competing schools designated on the scoreboards of the Palestra still have
to be changed by someone climbing a ladder and replacing them by hand. For
Big Five double headers, it isn’t to be questioned that the fans of any
Big Five school will root for another Big Five team over an out-of-area
team. The Big Five just has that kind of loyalty to each other.
However, some traditions
only exist in the memories of aged Big Five fans. There was a mascot named
Yo-Yo who would dance on top of the Phillies dugout at the 7th inning
stretch before the Phanatic ever did. He lived on top of a bakery shop in
South Philadelphia. When he died, the Phillies paid for his funeral. At
the Palestra, Yo-Yo would take shots at halftime and entertain the crowd.
After the game, it would not be uncommon to see him at Cavanaugh’s, a
bar at 32nd and Market, where coaches and press personnel would buy him a
cigar or a hamburger.
There was also the
tradition of scheduling Big Five weekly luncheons, where the five coaches
would all get together under informal circumstances. The jabs that each
took at the other were clever, witty, and always had a rebuttal. At one
luncheon, La Salle’s Paul Westhead imitated Penn’s Chuck Daly by
combing his hair incessantly, while Temple’s Don Casey parodied Westhead
by quoting Shakespeare.
However, the best
traditions of the Big Five lay within the walls of the Palestra. One of
the most recognizable and honored traditions was the use of wide rollout
signs, concocted by fraternity students to poke fun at the opposing team.
"It got a little obscene, but there used to be some really funny
ones," said Associated Press correspondent Jack Scheuer. When
Georgetown came to play Villanova, Wildcat fans jabbed at the Hoya’s
center Patrick Ewing by unfurling a sign that read: "Patrick, can you
read this?"
However, the most
distinct and impressive traditions of Big Five games at the Palestra had
to do with the throwing of paper streamers. Up until the early 80’s, at
the first made basket, everyone in the crowd would throw paper streamers
onto the court. At one La Salle / St. Joe’s game, after it became a
technical foul to throw the streamers, the La Salle player (at the coaches
request) shooting the free throws squared up to the line, accepted the
ball from the referee, took a giant step toward the basket, then shot the
free throw making the shot void. After he did the same on the second, the
crowd romped and stomped in excitement.
"Walking into the
Palestra is like walking into a Major League ballpark for the first
time," said Scheuer, who used to read Bob Vetrone’s stories back to
the Philadelphia Bulletin for $2.50 a night back in 1960.
"It’s not like other arenas. Here, the crowd is right out there,
right on the floor." In a place where the acoustic design is such
that the shudders of a bass drum can be felt up the spine, and where 800
fans can sound like 8,000, it makes for the most unpredictable and
exciting college basketball in the country.
"There’s something
typical about the Big Five and the Palestra," said Dan Baker, a
21-year veteran of broadcasting and Executive Secretary of the Big Five
from 1981 to 1996, "that on any given time, no matter how good one
team may be, the other team might upset them."
The Big Five has its
beginnings back in the 1940’s. At this time, Penn and Villanova were
playing at the Palestra, while St. Joe’s, La Salle and Temple were
playing at Convention Hall. After the five universities saw how a
round-robin city series would benefit both themselves and the community,
the universities agreed to make the deal. When the announcement was made
in February of 1954, the Big Five was born.
Since then, every Big
Five team can boast that they have been to the Final Four. Therefore, the
potential for close, competitive games becomes a reality whenever a Big
Five team takes the floor of the Palestra. Last year, Penn came within
five points of beating eighth-ranked Kansas, after head coach Roy Williams
agreed to play Penn because two of Kansas’ veteran radio announcers, Bob
Davis and Max Falkenstien, had never been to the Palestra. In other
action, after Villanova narrowly edged out Arkansas in a raucous Palestra
classic, Razorbacks coach Eddie Sutton came into the interview room, sat
down, and said: "I just told our kids that this is the way basketball
should be, in this kind of atmosphere." In an interview given after
losing to La Salle, De Paul’s head coach vowed that they would never
come back to the Palestra.
"Why wouldn’t he
want to come back here after all the nice things you said about this
place?" said the son. "I don’t know. I guess he doesn’t like
losing," said the father. "But if you’re really interested
about what made this place jump on a Saturday night, let me tell you about
some of the city series games I saw here."
There is nothing like it
when two Big Five teams decide to come to 33rd and Walnut, each bringing
4,000 fans who have a blood-loyalty to their team, ready to settle a
college basketball game Big Five style. The essence of Big Five basketball
is found in this setting. If La Salle played St. Joe’s at the Palestra,
cutting the arena at half court, one half would be crimson and gray, the
other would be blue and gold. One side chanting, "Here we go
Explorers, here we go....," the other side chanting, "The Hawk
will never die...". Typically, games of this nature are settled
either in OT or on a last second shot at the final echo of the
Palestra’s horn.
While the Hawks and
Explorers have had some fantastic battles over the years, the Palestra was
also home to other intense Big Five matchups. In 1966, St. Joseph’s
reserve guard Steve Donches, who subbed in when Billy Oakes fouled out
near the end of the game, hit a 29-footer to beat Villanova 71-69. After
the game, Donches walked to the Philadelphia Bulletin building at
30th and Market to see the newly developed photographs that came from a
machine gun camera taking pictures that afternoon.
In an almost explosive
Villanova / St. Joe’s matchup, security got word of a bomb in the
building. As security cleared everyone away, Channel 6 TV man Les Keiter
stayed with Toby DeLuca, his statistics man, at the top of the Palestra
and broadcast what was going on. "We’re not leaving here,"
said Keiter over the air. "We’re going to be here broadcasting
everything that’s going on." For his bravery, Keiter was branded a
hero because he looked down the barrel of a bomb threat and kept on
talking. Later, however, Keiter admitted that Channel 6 gave him a call
during the bomb scare and told him not to leave. He continued broadcasting
for a few more years in the Big Five and then retired to Hawaii where no
one would even think of bombing a basketball arena.
"The bomb still
isn’t in here, is it?," asked the son as he began clenching his
seat.
"No son, they
eventually learned that there was no bomb after all," said the
father. "But there have been some strange things that have happened
here over the years."
In 1969, Penn beat
Villanova, 32-30 as Quaker Steve Bilsky nailed one in the final second in
1969. On the other extreme, it took 3 OT’s in 1958 to see La Salle beat
Villanova, 111-105, in the highest scoring game in Big Five history. More
recently, however, when unranked Penn upset sixth-ranked Temple earlier
last year, it ended a winning streak by the Owls over the Quakers that
stood since 1983. Also, in 1958, Temple beat St. Joe’s in front of
sardine-packed crowd of 9,648.
After explaining some of
the games, the father took the son down to the court where the players
came out from the locker room. "Everyone will tell you that Lionel
Simmons was the best Big Five player ever," said the father.
"But if you ask me, Guy Rodgers was the best player ever to dribble a
basketball on this court."
When a poll was taken
years ago to select a Big Five Dream Team, La Salle’s Lionel Simmons,
the Big Five’s all-time leading scorer with 3,217 points, garnered the
most votes. However, in the minds of some (including the father’s),
Temple’s Guy Rodgers was the best player ever in the Big Five.
"We’re talking
about a guy who played 40 years ago," said Scheuer. "Nobody ever
played or ran the fast break like Guy Rodgers."
"Everybody wanted to
be the next Guy Rodgers but there has not been the next Guy Rodgers,"
said Vetrone, whose fascination with Big Five and college basketball
extends back to 1936 when he and his uncle couldn’t get into a Temple /
Stanford New Years’ Eve game at Convention Hall because 11,000 people
were inside while 3,000 waited outside. "If there had been widespread
TV then as there is now, people would still be talking about him."
Others making the list
included Villanova’s Harold Porter (who had some classic battles with
Ken Durrett), Penn’s Corky Calhoun, and La Salle’s Larry Cannon, who
when asked at a high school Q-and-A session who the best player he ever
saw was, replied: "I practice in front of a mirror with him
everyday."
"Hey dad, I’m
going to get some find some streamers. There’s got to be some lying
around here somwehere," said the son, popping off of the wooden
bench.
"You can try to find
some later," said the father. "But even if you did find
streamers, we’re not allowed to throw them on the court anymore."
The boy froze for a
moment. Then, pointing his face as though he was talking to his shirt,
said in a hushed and tender tone, "That’s too bad".
As former Executive
Secretary Dan Baker pointed out, "Some other teams tried to emulate
it in a more destructive way by throwing other objects on the floor."
Against Villanova, even hot dogs were thrown from the stands at Villanova
guards Frank Gillen and Chris Ford.
"It took away a
Philadelphia tradition," said La Salle head coach Speedy Morris, who
also coached his high school team (Roman Catholic) in many Philadelphia
Catholic League Championships at the Palestra. "It was as traditional
as a Philly cheese steak, soft pretzels, or Tastykakes."
However, the removal of
streamers was symptomatic of the changes to the Big Five that happened
after Villanova won the National Championship in 1985. In 1986, the
presidents of the Big Five schools agreed to a contract through 1995 that
included each school playing each other in a limited round-robin style.
However, in 1991, Villanova said that they couldn’t play all their city
series games that were included in the contract. Therefore, under the
watch of then Executive Secretary Dan Baker, a compromise was reached
whereby reducing the Big Five schedule to 5 games.
"That was very
disappointing," said Baker. "Schools felt that their interests
were not being served by playing all the city series games at the Palestra
and many teams echoed Villanova’s sentiments. I tried my diplomatic best
to keep the Big Five going in the face of the reluctance of Villanova to
play at the Palestra and play all their city series games."
With the reluctance of
Villanova also came more changes. Big Five teams stopped playing their
regular season games at the Palestra in 1986. Loyalty to conferences, such
as the A-10 and the Big East, began to take precedence over Big Five
games. Finally, local high school talent began to look beyond the city
limits to play basketball.
"I do miss it, but
life goes on," said Morris. "With the conference affiliations
and everyone having their own arenas, it’s taken away from that. But the
old guys that have always been a part of it, we all miss it."
However, with the
re-introduction of the Big Five last year, a new breed of players,
coaches, and fans have a chance to find out what so many old-timers
already know: That there is still something mystical about the Palestra; a
reverence that swaddles the entire arena. When on a bright afternoon game,
the sunlight highlights the dust in the air, the Palestra becomes almost
beatific, and the championship banners that hang from the iron rafters
look more like religious icons than collegiate flags. Perhaps this is why
from 1939 until 1991, the Palestra held 20 NCAA Tournaments.
The spirit of the Big 5
is alive and well in Philadelphia today. It is one of the few things that
grandfathers can tell stories about that will make their grandchildren
listen. About how St. Joe’s coach Jack Ramsay would throw his coat to
the crowd after a victory. Or how pigeons would roost on the iron-archings
high above the court. Or how cheerleaders used to cry when their team
lost. Or when Bob Vetrone let one slip when broadcasting a Villanova /
Georgetown game, by saying "This is un-bleeping believable." Or
the way dueling bands would play from high atop the Palestra in each
corner. Or how John Mc Adams voice would still resonate minutes after
announcing the starting line-ups.
As the father and son
began to exit the arena through the corridor outside section 213, the
father turned and looked into the empty, sullen interior of the Palestra.
He saw band members decked out in ironed shirts, as Matt Guokas inbounds
the ball to Guy Rodgers, who leads a fast break before he passes it to Ed
Pinckney, who sees Howard Porter eyeing a jumpshot from the perimeter as
Corky Calhoun posts up low in the box. The ball is fed underneath to Eddie
Jones, who selflessly dishes it to Michael Brooks for a two-handed dunk,
as 8,000 streamers cascade onto the floor. That’s Big 5 basketball at
the Palestra, and the spirit lives on.
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