Gene Bartow: The Ole Fox of Memphis

The year was 1970, and Tiger basketball was at an all-time low. The last two years of the Moe Iba Era had seen the Tigers win only 12 games and lose 39… something drastic had to be done. Fortunately for Memphis State, Gene Bartow came along. Bartow had been successful as head coach at Central Missouri State and Valparaiso University.

The Moe Iba Era was characterized by a slow, deliberate style of play that was not only boring to watch, but it didn’t get us many wins. So the Tigers needed a coach who would play an up-tempo game and win more than they lost. The story goes that when asked about his coaching style, Bartow answered, “If there was a 10-second clock, we would beat it every time down the floor.” Sure enough, Bartow hit the ground running and things were never the same.

He was out to sell Tiger basketball, and he worked night and day. He spoke to the Rotary Club, the Kiwanis Club, and any and every group in between. It was a new day in Tiger Land, and you didn’t want to miss it. He once remarked, “This would be the greatest job in the world if we just didn’t have to play those games.”

The Tigers won their first two games in routine fashion, and it set the stage for the big game with Union. Wait a minute—a big game with Union? That’s right, Union. They had beaten us the last two times, and Tiger fans were spoiling for revenge. We beat them by 15 and never looked back. The Tigers were 18-8 in Coach Bartow’s first year. Finch averaged 18.4 points a game that year, but the best was yet to come.

It was a marriage made in basketball heaven—Gene Bartow and the Memphis State Tigers.

My nickname for the coach was the Ole Fox, because like a fox, he knew just what to do and when to do it. His most memorable moment for me happened at the Vanderbilt gym. It was the ‘72-73 season. We started off 2-3 and by the time we hit Vandy, we were on a roll. The Commodores were nationally ranked, and we needed a big time win. Their home court advantage was huge. In my opinion, the officials were overly generous when it came to calling fouls on the visiting team. That particular night, we were getting hosed by the officials worse than usual (to the point that I even called one official a Communist). Down on the floor, Bartow was madder than me. He jumped off the bench and ran to midcourt. He made a sweeping motion with his right arm as though to say, “Come on boys, we’re going home!” The team gathered around the coach for a quick conference until the referee broke them up. The game went on, but a strange thing happened—the officiating changed dramatically, and we won the game. That was what I considered to be the greatest single moment in Tiger history.

On the post-game show, I asked the coach if he was going to take the team off the floor and go home. He said anyone who would do a thing like that should be fired—the Ole Fox! Coach Bartow, you were a great coach.


Written by Jack Eaton and originally published in the September/October 2008 issue of Memphis Sport magazine.

“Big” Jack can be heard every Friday at 8am on KWAM 990 alongside former County Commissioner John Willingham. He was recently inducted into the Tennessee Sports Hall of Fame.

-Photo courtesy of the University of Memphis

Of Mantle, Mason and Moore

This article originally appeared in the September 2011 issue of MemphiSport.

I spent a big part of my life as the sports anchor on Channel 5 and had the opportunity to meet and interview many world famous personalities…

It was back in the 80’S at the All-Star Break. Avron Fogelman hosted a party at his house to watch the game and mingle with several big leaguers he had invited to enjoy the game. At the time, Mr. Fogelman was part owner of the Kansas City Royals, so he was well connected with big league players. He also invited several of the “local sports guys,” knowing that we would be in hog heaven.

One of ball players in attendance was Mickey Mantle. I asked if I could interview him and he said, “OK.”

I asked him the usual questions — biggest moment with the Yankees, what is he doing now and other mundane stuff.

Then it hit me like a ton on bricks. I knew that Mason Granger, our news anchor and my foil on the set was a huge Yankees fan, so I asked Mickey if he would ad lib a tribute to Mason to be played on the news that night.

Mickey said, “Sure. I know just what you want.”

“I just want take a minute to pay tribute to Mason Granger.We Yankees know of his love for the team and we appreciate his support over the years.” He looks right in the camera and said, “Mason, on behalf of the New York Yankees, may I just say thank you.”

Off I went, back to the station to get ready for the news, which came on late because NBC carried the All-Star Game. So the news comes on around 11:00pm and I did the game highlights, then announced my special presentation and showed the Mickey Mantle piece.

To say that Mason was stunned would be a gross understatement — he was flabbergasted. It was the first time I saw him at a loss for words. I had nailed him good.

Of all the people I met and interviewed, I only got one autograph — Archie Moore. It was back in 1945 My buddy Pat and I were in Cleveland seeing some baseball games, when we saw in the paper that Archie Moore and Jimmy Bivens were going to fight for the heavyweight chsampionship. And the tickets were cheap enough that we could afford to go. Here is what happened.

Bivens knocked Moore down in the center of the ring and with Moore on his knees, Bivens blasted him with a right uppercut.Moore was knocked across the ring and was out like a light.

What to do? It was an illegal punch — Moore was on his knees and unable to defend himself. So, to give him the fight would have been a travesty. So they gave Moore a five minute rest and started the fight up again!

Moore was still half unconscious as he went back and took a terrible beating, but he would not quit. What courage. What moxie. What a man. He lost the fight, but I never forgot what a display of pure guts. Wow. So when I met archie I had to have his autograph.

I’d like to say, ”Now you know the rest of the story,” but that would be too corny, even for me.

“Big “ Jack Eaton can be heard every Friday at 8am on KWAM 990 alongside former County Commissioner John Willingham. In February, Jack was inducted into the Tennessee Sports Hall of Fame.

 

Written by Jack Eaton. Illustration by Andrew Chandler. “Big” Jack can be heard every Friday at 8am on KWAM 990 alongside former County Commissioner John Willingham. He was recently inducted into the Tennessee Sports Hall of Fame.

Crooked College Recruiting

The uproar over Auburn’s Cam Newton’s supposed recruiting violations got me thinking about all the rumors and stories I used to hear back in my broadcasting days.

Stories of violations at Ole Miss were legion and the best one I remember concerned All-Everything guard Richard “Possum” Price.

As the story goes, Price and Ole Miss Coach Johnny Vaught were in the front seat of Vaught’s car. Coach Vaught gave his recruiting pitch then said, “Richard, if you sign with us, this is yours.” Coach Vaught then laid five $1000 bills on the seat. Price thought a minute then scooped up the money and signed on. What a bargain. He was All-SEC, All-American and later became a great pro.

The best recruiting story I ever heard was told by Rex Dockery. You may recall that Coach Dockery was hired as Memphis State’s football coach in the early 80’s. The Tigers fortunes were at rock bottom and Rex had it turned around when he was killed in a plane crash.

He said he was coaching at Texas Tech, when out of the blue he got a call from a money guy who wanted to know if he was planning to go to Miami to recruit Elvis Peacock, one of the top high school running back in the country. “No,” Rex said, “he’s out of our class.”

The money guy wanted to give it a shot, so they met up in Houston to talk strategy the next morning. He gave Rex a case with $100,000 in it and said, “Go get him.”

A short time later, Rex went back to Houston and put the case back on the money guy’s desk. “Sorry,” said Rex, “we came in third. Oklahoma got him for $175,000.”

There are hundreds of these stories out there. Some are rumor. Some are fact.

It is a matter of court record that Keith Lee got $40,000 cash for signing with Memphis State.

And I have it on good authority that Kenny Payne got $76,000 to sign with Mississippi State.

Several years ago, a Melrose wide receiver supposedly got several recruiters together and said, “Gentlemen, the bidding starts at $10,000.”

When Barry Switzer was hired as the coach of the Dallas Cowboys, national sportscaster Brent Musberger observed, “this is the first time Barry has had a salary cap to work with.”

Wilt Chamberlin takes the cake. Wilt was from Philadelphia and was recruited by everybody, but signed with Kansas. The NCAA suspected hanky panky and brought Wilt to NCAA headquarters in Kansas City. They questioned him for eight hours and when they had finished the big boss said, “We don’t believe a thing you have said, but we cant prove it. So go ahead and play for Kansas.” The Jayhawks never did win the national championship and Wilt left after three years to play for the Harlem Globetrotters, then on to the NBA.

And of course, Reggie Bush cheated so bad at Southern Cal, he felt he had to give the Heisman Trophy back. Now, thats crooked.

Written by Jack Eaton, Illustrated by Andrew Chandler

On the Johnny Rebs, Coach Porter, and Fantasy Football

During my somewhat mediocre sports career I never played football. It wasn’t that I didn’t relish the idea of getting nailed, it was just that in my era football was for guys who couldn’t play basketball. In my senior year in high school, the basketball team went to the PIAA (Pennsylvania Interscholastic Athletic Association) Final Four. It had never been done before and hasn’t been done since. Warren, Pennsylvania was a basketball school and that was that.

We beat the champions of Erie and Pittsburgh–how ‘bout them apples. But when we played Homestead High in the Western finals, they cleaned our clock, our wrist watch and if we had a sun dial they would have cleaned that too. Still we got to the Final Four and after the game they did not kick us off the list. I really hate it that our Tigers have had that done twice. Maybe that’s why we can’t get into a BCS Conference… Nah!!

So when I talk football I am–as we used to say–talking thru my hat. My football broadcasting career is, to say the least, convoluted. For the first five years, I was the Ole Miss broadcaster and this irritated Tigers coach Billy Spook Murphy because I was also broadcasting the Memphis State basketball games in the winter. He used to say, “Eaton, if you love Ole Miss so much, why don’t you move to Oxford?”

This really upset me. I was assigned to those games. Heck, I had a family to support. And the Memphis State coach is giving me this crap? At one point Murphy, threatened to take me off the basketball games. I, in effect, told him to take his basketball games and stick ‘em.

He calmed down after that and we became buddies.

During my Ole Miss football years, we went from the single wing to the wing T and from the triple option to the belly series. I saw it all and thanks to a series of “color” men understood most of it.

Now to the Tigers. I like what I’ve seen on Coach Porter. I feel sure he knows the game and if he can recruit like “they” say he can we should be OK. One thing I don’t understand is Fantasy Football. It sounds complicated and at this stage of my life the less complicated the better.

Recently one of the local TV stations called and asked me if I would be interested in being part of a panel discussing Tiger basketball. I declined mainly because I don’t follow it that closely and could offer very little in the way on insight. I am after all retired. Really retired.

It is not unusual for someone to ask me if I would like to come back and call a game of two. “No,” I always answer. The guys now do such  good job I would suffer by comparison. “Thanks anyway.”

Being the Ole Miss broadcaster spoiled me. In my five seasons with the Johnny Rebs they won 42 games, lost two and tied three. Both losses and one of the ties were to LSU. The other ties were to Mississippi State and Memphis State. Boy, oh boy, was doing their games fun.

The Miami Hurricanes are my team of choice now, thanks to Jeff Weinberger and Miami Dan. I love the NFL and follow the Steelers and Bret Favre. I hope he does well.

I was a Peyton Manning freak until the last two games of the ‘09 season when I thought they tried to lose. I was glad New Orleans whipped them good.

I like football. But can’t wait for basketball.

Big Jack can be heard every Friday at 8am on KWAM 990 alongside former County Commissioner John Willingham.

Of Chet Dembinski and Coach Cal

You have probably never heard of Chet Dembinski, but his story is one of the most amazing stories I have ever heard.

But before we get to that–at my house we like to watch the Kentucky derby, never mind that it is in Louisville. We like “the most exciting two minutes in sports” and always tune in for all the pre-race stuff. This year, sure as shootin’, who turns up on our TV, but Coach Cal. There he was, big as life, bragging about the great season his Kentucky Wildcats had–35 wins and a trip to the Elite Eight. However, he did not mention that his teams, UMASS and Memphis, had been kicked out of the Final Four, but he did mention UMASS in passing. I was waiting for the interviewer to ask him–but no dice. It almost ruined the whole race for me, but I survived.

Coach Cal also showed up at the NBA draft telecast and bragged about all his players that were taken in the first round. Had I been there, I would have asked if John Wall would be taking a pay cut when he enters the NBA.

As I watched him I fondly recall the Kentucky/West Virginia game in the Elite Eight. Kentucky missed all their three-pointers in the first half and by the time they found their range it was too late. How sweet it was.

Not only because Coach Cal and Kentucky lost. You see, West Virginia and I go back a long way.

It was 1946, WWII had only been over for a year. The vets were coming back in droves and high school kids had a real challenge for playing time. The Mountaineers had beaten us by 50 points on our floor. Heaven help us when we went to Morgantown.

As a freshman, I was way down on the depth chart and as such did not expect to play much. We came out on the floor and the WVU fans went nuts. I remember their fight song:

“Oh West Virginia–West Virginia
The pride of every Mountaineer.

Come on you old grads, join all you young lads
And sing out a mighty cheer.”

And then they really sang out a mighty cheer. I had never heard such a racket. Then the game started and they got even louder. We lost. I don’t remember the score but it wasn’t close. Here I must add, we beat them the next three years on our floor and when we were seniors they had to cheat us to win by three in Morgantown. So there.

Now Chet Dembinski. He played for Westminster Collee and was one of the better players in our circles. I don’t remember us ever beating the Titans but we had good games. Chet was an all-star and a good guy. I met him one summer. A kid from my home town played for Westminster and he introduced me to Chet. We weren’t exactly buddies but I liked him.

Chet was a year ahead of me and upon his graduation went off to play for the Akron Goodyears of the Industrial League. In those days big companies had basketball teams that carried their logos around the nation. Teams like the Phillips Oilers, Fort Wayne Zollner Pistons, Denver Truckers, Chicago Packers and the Akron Goodyears.

Because I knew Chet, I wanted to follow his career with Akron. But I never saw his name in the box scores. What, I wondered, happened to Chet Dembinski? We always played the Goodyears so I looked forward to the game to find out what happened to him.

The teams took the floor for warm ups and–bingo–there was Chet Dembinski. What the heck is going on?

I didn’t get a chance to talk to him until after the game–we won it by the way–and here is his story:

Chet got married after graduation and there was the rub. His girlfriend said she would not go thru life as Mrs. Dembinski, so Chet changed his name to Chet Clare and I assume lived happily ever after. If there is another story like that one. I have never heard it.

All Tigers fans hope we can get into a BCS conference, but at this writing it does not look too promising.

There are Tiger fans who would gladly change their name to get into a BCS conference. How about, R.C. Dembinski? Nah!!!!

Big Jack can be heard every Friday at 8am on KWAM 990 alongside former County Commissioner John Willingham.

Of Blues and Rogues

In my many years in Memphis, I had contact with lots of people. Some I liked and some I didn’t but one of my favorites was Will Carruthers of the Press Scimitar. After his retirement he became the general manager of the Memphis Blues. The name of our baseball team for many, many years was the Chicks but the name was changed to the Blues for some reason that I  didn’t understand and didn’t really care.

But I am getting ahead of myself. Will covered high school sports and he was a big fan of Christian Brothers College and Catholic high. Back in those days, there was no CBHS (they had a high school on the college campus, ergo, the high school was called CBC).

I was broadcasting high school football in those days and they played three nights a week on Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays. Since I had lots of other things to do I relied on Will’s write-ups in the paper for any background I would need. I remember his favorite line–It’s pickem’ night in the prep league.

Will was as good as gold. I remember one night I felt lousy and the last thing I wanted to do was call a football game. I had a color man but I needed a big time guest at the half so I could goof off. I called Will at the paper and he said something like, “My boy, I’ll be proud to be on your program.” He was a great half time interview and he hung around for the second half and gave his insight into what was going on. Good guy.

The prep league integrated late in the 60’s and there were lots more teams and it was about that time that Coca-Cola ceased it’s sponsorship of the broadcasts and my high school career was over. WMC tried to encourage other sponsors but no luck.

My memory is a little vague here but my recollection is that Will retired about that time and took over as GM of the Memphis Blues. Dr. Bernard Krause owned the ball club. He and Will were a heck of a team. For some reason, the Blues weren’t drawing well and Will asked me if I would help by interviewing players and others. One of the others was Whitey Herzog. He bacame a semi-regular on TV5 sports. Lots of baseball big shots came to town and Will would always call me. The commissioner of baseball came for a visit and I think I was the only one to interview him. But my favorite was Cleveland Indians strike-out king, Bob Feller. Bob was one of best ever. He lost four years because of World War II but didn’t complain. He was in Memphis to pitch in a home run hitting contest and naturally Will  wanted as much free media as possible so I was filmed batting against the great Bob Feller. What a thrill.

About a week later Bob was back in town with a traveling exhibition from the Baseball Hall of Fame. I interviewed him again.

At that time, I was also the color man on WMC-TV telecasts of the Memphis Rogues, our soccer team in the North American Soccer League. Rudi Schiffer was the GM and he wanted me to be a cheer leader for the Rogues. I could handle that. Here is where the story gets good.

OK. The Rogues played a Saturday night game in Atlanta and were booked to fly home after the game–around midnight. The old Atlanta airport was small and cramped and this night it was jammed. I mean packed to the rafters. I was walking with Rudi when I saw a sign reading–Cleveland–and there was Bob Feller leaning against the wall. I said, “Hey Rudi, there is Bob Feller.”

“Do you know him,“ he asked.

“Sure,” I replied. I walked over and said, “Hi Bob.” He looked at me and said, “Oh, hi Jack.”

Rudi was impressed. But later I admitted to him that I only interviewed him twice in less than two weeks and that Bob Feller and I were not best buddies.

I wonder if he would remember me.  Probably not but I sure remember him.

Looking back I had so much fun there were times when I almost felt guilty getting paid. The key word there is–almost.

Big Jack can be heard every Friday at 8am on KWAM 990 alongside former County Commissioner John Willingham.

Disgraced But Remembered

It was the best of times,it was the worst of times. The first line of “A Tale of Two Cities” came to mind recently when Dana Kirk passed away. I thought of Gene Bartow being honored by the University of Memphis with a banner hanging from the rafters of the FedExForum and Kirk who brought great discredit to the university 25 years ago.

Coach Kirk was an easy guy to like. I worked with him for seven years as the play-by-play broadcaster for the Tigers and doing his TV show on Channel 5 every Sunday morning during the season. Most fans agreed that Kirk was without peer as a “bench” coach, meaning that he could follow the game and make adjustments on the move. The Tigers did win a lot of close games and he would say it was those close games that really turned him on. However it was his life off the court that got him into trouble. For his transgressions, four months in a federal pen didn’t seem so bad. They nailed him for tax evasion, intimidating witnesses and obstructing justice. He was fired by Memphis State and he never again coached Division I basketball. As my old radio partner Jeff Weinberger said, “he got a life sentence” he added, “I have to think that, more that once Coach Kirk thought of what it would’ve been like, had he stayed out of legal trouble. He would have made a lot money–a lot of money.

One aspect of Kirk’s shenanigans that the Fed’s looked into were a couple of games in the ‘85 season that looked suspicious. One was the Detroit game. The Tigers were a lopsided favorite but right before the game a lot of Detroit money showed up in Las Vegas and that raised red flags all over the place. Detroit won the game. The other incident was the Tigers game with Villanova in the NCAA semi-finals. The Tigers, on paper, were the better team but the Wildcats won the game and it was the play of the Tigers guards that caught everyone’s attention. Several times different players were open for shots but passed instead making the West Tennessee Federal Prosecutor Hickman Ewing suspicious.

Ewing told me that several basketball experts had concluded that after a while the Villanova players realized that the Tigers were not going to shoot, so they backed off and their five players were guarding our four. He said there was no way he could prove this, so they left it alone.

There were many reports that Kirk had lost thousands of dollars playing gin rummy and used the Detroit game and the Villanova game to get out from under the debt. This is well known to many, many Tiger fans and I’m not saying it is true, just possible motivation.

Dana and I had a fast-paced, sometimes raucous TV show that was fun to do. Our ratings were good and I never thought it would end. But Coach Kirk shopped the show to Channel 3 and when 5 refused to get into a bidding war, the show moved.

The host for WREG-TV was Tom Stocker, an honest to goodness reporter. He looked for the real story of the game, wanted to dig into preparation and analyze strategy. In other words–give as much information as possible to the viewer–which is what hosts are supposed to do. Kirk wanted the other approach and as it turned out, he was sorry he moved. He asked me to help, but I told him there was nothing I could do.

Basketball fans got an insight into big-time college basketball when it came to light that Keith Lee got more than $40,000 from Kirk to play for the Tigers. Keith was the top high school prospect in this area and his signing was the foundation for the Tigers great success. The kid from West Memphis was, to put it bluntly, a stud. Boy, could he play. He became Memphis’ all-time leading scorer. Yes, he was a bargin for 40 G’s. Kirk recruited other great players: Baskerville Holmes, Bobby Parks, Andre Turner, “Doom” Haynes, William Bedford, John Wilfong, Vincent Askew and more.

Combine great players and a great coach and you’ll get–Dana Kirk and the Tigers. It’s a shame that they can’t be honored as one of our all time greats. But they will be in that limbo consigned to disgraced teams. Too bad. I loved those guys.

Big Jack’s book, “Jack Eaton: Great Scott, I Rhyme A Lot”, is available for purchase in both autographed and non-autographed versions at memphissport.net.Big Jack can be heard every Friday at 8am on KWAM 990 alongside former County Commissioner John Willingham.