When I
attended Roosevelt High School in Chicago (1951-55), Sam Edelcup was the
basketball coach. I wasn’t on his team
(not nearly) but he was my gym teacher a couple of semesters, and I wrote
sports for the school newspaper, the Rough Rider Review, so we became more than
nodding acquaintances.
He was a
very nice man and a good coach—the 1952 Public League championship his team won
was the school’s first and, as far as I know, last such title. But any athletic
ability he’d possessed as a youth was hard to discern in what I judged to be
his middle 50s. At 5-feet-3 or -4 inches tall he was a good foot shorter than
some of his players, and his stocky build did not attest to agility.
Nonetheless,
Mr. Edelcup had a standing challenge to his team’s members to try to beat him
in a best-of-10 free-throw-shooting contest, and legend had it they rarely did.
His method was to stand on the
free-throw line with feet wide apart, grip the ball with a hand on each side,
bend his knees slightly and from between his legs flip it basketward underhanded
in a soft arc. Not only did the shot almost invariably go in, it usually did so
cleanly, without troubling backboard or rim.
Back in
peach-basket days, I’m told, many players shot their charity tosses that way,
but even by the 1950s two-handed shots of any kind had all but vanished from the
sport, and not even many Roosevelt varsity players followed their coach’s lead.
That’s despite the fact that his was a simple, natural motion that’s easily to
emulate and usually effective. Rick Barry, a basketball Hall of Famer, learned
it from his dad and used it throughout college and a 14-year pro career that he
concluded, in 1980, as the best free-throw shooter in league history. His
near-90% mark from the line still ranks fourth on the NBA’s all-time list, less
than 1% behind that of the leader, Steve Nash.
Barry was
a flinty individualist who didn’t much care about appearances or what others
thought. That’s crucial to this discussion. Athletes usually are the most
suggestible of people, eager to try any fad or gimmick that might improve their
fortunes. Yogurt diets, meditation, old sweat socks and all manner of equipment
oddments come under this heading. If a baseball player shaved one side of his
head and let the other side grow, and raised his batting average by 20 points,
pretty soon you’d see half a league full of half-bald players. But ask them to
try something that might make them look a bit awkward or uncool—or worse,
feminine—and they’ll balk, even if what they’re doing patently doesn’t work.
Harking
back to the underhand method is pertinent because the NBA now has a problem
with the consequences of bad free-throw shooting. The phenomenon dates from the days when late
in games trailing teams intentionally fouled Wilt Chamberlain, who was awful at
the line (51% careerwise) in an attempt to gain cheap possessions, but it’s
popularly called “Hack a Shaq” because the practice was revived during the
more-recent tenure of the almost-equally-inept Shaquille O’Neal (and because
“Hack a Wilt” doesn’t rhyme).
Today the
most-popular targets are the Detroit Pistons’ Andre Drummond and the L.A.
Clippers’ DeAndre Jordan, whose FT success rate (Drummond’s 38%, Jordan’s 42%)
make fellow big men Shaq and Wilt look like Annie Oakleys. Fouling them and other poor shooters down the
homestretch of games, as opponents are wont to do, can turn the last two
minutes of playing time into a half-hour
slog instead of the usual 20 minutes or so. Worse, some teams have taken to
employing the tactic earlier, irking fans by slowing things further.
The
practice has reached the point where Adam Silver, the NBA’s commish, is saying he’ll
be looking into rules changes to prevent it.
Any change, though, would require two-thirds approval by team owners,
and such consensus can be hard to reach.
A better
way out, I think, would be to make the perps in question better free-throw
shooters, possibly by going underhanded. A few weeks ago I was spinning my TV
dial in search of after-dinner entertainment when I chanced on a University of
Louisville basketball game involving one Chinanu Onuako. There he was, on the
line in front of everyone, flipping ‘em up the way Sam Edelcup (and Rick Barry)
did.
A
computer search revealed Onuako, who stands 6-feet-10 and weighs about 245
pounds, to be a good player on a good college team. A sophomore from Lanham,
Maryland, he is employed primarily as a rebounder and shot blocker, but often
scores in double figures as well and is rated as a good NBA prospect.
He’s also
a smart young man—an ACC All-Academic teamer as a freshman-- who has reasoned
that better FT shooting would make him more valuable to his team and more attractive
to the pros. That was what prompted his style change this season even though it
has required a thick skin. “My teammates laughed at me when I started,” he told
a writer from the ESPN website. Indeed, the writer couldn’t restrain himself
from adding some rhetorical jabs, calling the practice “funny looking” and “granny
style.” Such is the lot of the nonconformist.
It would
be nice to say that underhanded free-throw shooting has made Onuako into an
ace. It hasn’t, but he’s upped his percentage to about 57% from 47% last year,
and he’s just getting the hang of it. So let’s hear it for the boy. I hope he thrives and prospers.
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