Texas Western's 1966 title win over Kentucky can be appreciated without tape of the game itself.
Last night ESPN screened a grainy, washed-out tape of the 1966 NCAA title game in which Texas Western, with its five black starters, beat all-white Kentucky in what’s been called the Brown v. Board of Education of college basketball. And this morning I’m conflicted. I’m not sure whether to thank Bristol for letting me and countless others see the game for the first time, or curse the Worldwide Leader for messing with my memory.
Here’s the problem: I was nine when the game was played and didn’t see it live. Until now, it has always inhabited my imagination in still photos, many of them by my longtime SI colleague Rich Clarkson. Harry Fluornoy wrestling a rebound from Pat Riley. Louie Dampier catching a glimpse of Bobby Joe Hill as Hill makes off with the ball after one of his early steals. The Miners’ bench exploding at the buzzer. And there’s this Clarkson prizewinner of the Kentucky team in the aftermath, a tableau of loss and despair:
None of the Wildcats can bring themselves to face the camera, except for Kentucky’s Thad Jaracz, who, with arms akimbo, assumes a defiant pose. Between Jaracz, who fouled out; the weeping cheerleader submitting to the consolatory grasp of the man behind her; and Kentucky coach Adolph Rupp, who adamantly refused to recruit black players, Clarkson captures a monochrome world in black and white.
And the photo’s composition is worthy of a Renaissance painting. Jaracz is nestled in the crook formed by the Kentucky bench and the outward flare of that line of cheerleaders. Rupp cradles a basketball, holding it—and the sport itself—close. That box in his hands surely contains some runner’s up trinket handed to him moments before. For symbolism’s sake, I’ve always hoped it’s a watch, a ticking timepiece to put Rupp abidingly on notice that change was gonna come.
Please indulge me those last couple of paragraphs. They’re the ruminations of a lingerer. Iconic moments, in sports and elsewhere, have a way of putting forth still images to make their case to posterity. We spend time with the lone man halting the advance of that Chinese Red Army tank, and with the sailor and woman in the white dress sharing a kiss in Times Square on V-J Day. So too with sports moments: Bill Mazeroski headed home, fans from the stands already over the railing; Bob Beamon sailing spikes-first through the drizzle of Mexico City; Muhammad Ali over Sonny Liston, scowling.
The Greeks have a word for this practice of mining an image for meaning. They call it ekphrasis. For me, thinking back on that Texas Western victory, even after hearing Miners coach Don Haskins on the subject over the years, and seeing Glory Road, Hollywood’s stab at it, has always been to engage in an ekphrastic exercise, thanks to the work of men like Rich Clarkson.
And then came last night.
To be sure, there was value in those 90 minutes, even if John Saunders, Jay Bilas and Michael Wilbon could have grappled more substantively with the segregation in place at the time.
- I had no idea that Kentucky used a 1-3-1 half-court trap for the entire game. Between the surgical way the Miners, particularly Hill, cut that defense up and their cold-blooded free-throw shooting to put the game away, the ball-control, make-no-mistakes ideology of Haskins’ mentor, Henry Iba, was as responsible for beating Rupp as was the ascendant African-American ballplayer. With no shot clock, the Miners used most of the final minute of the first half to tease Kentucky, passing into and around that trap before scoring on a layup.
- In the grand scheme of things, no, Texas Western wasn’t hosed by the refs. But a number of calls didn’t pass the eye test, and it seemed as if the Miners got the short end of them. Which only further flatters their title-worthy poise.
- A low rumble of crowd grumpiness seems to play in the background. Whether it’s Kentucky fans in Maryland’s Cole Field House voicing their portent, or just poor audio, I couldn’t tell.
- In the run of play, the three-point play by Texas Western’s David (Big Daddy) Lattin in the opening moments, a dunk plus and-one, doesn’t seem like the historical clarion call it has always been touted to be.
- Not so for Hill’s back-to-back steals, though. Both lead to layups and live very much up to their billing as tone-setting plays. “Hey now, this looks pretty bad,” says Walt Sullivan, the play-by-play man whose radio call ESPN matched with the videotape. “Kentucky caught flat-footed. Gimme field goals by Hill. The Miners have a little zip going for them now.”
A little zip, indeed. Texas Western followed up Hill’s second breakaway layup with another dunk from Lattin. But I was less taken by Big Daddy’s dunks—inured, perhaps, by the dunk’s ubiquity today—than by the Miners’ defensive rebounds. Here was the territorial assertiveness I’d read and heard about: majestic, thunder-clapping, elbow-flexing, stand-your-ground snatches that seemed to admonish any Wildcat foolish enough to miss a shot.
The game, Lattin said in one of the interviews packaged around ESPN’s broadcast, had a curious quality. “The further we got away from it,” he said, “the bigger it got.”
So it did indeed. In the run-up to and immediate aftermath of the game, no one spoke of making history or breaking barriers. It took a week or two for the backlash to reach Haskins’ office—some 40,000 pieces of hate mail and a dozen death threats over the next year.
The further you get away from it, the bigger it gets is the very definition of a great moment. If in this case it takes a half-century to fully appreciate a moment’s size, that may be less because of the power of moving images, which ESPN chose to air on a big, round-number anniversary; and more because of the power of frozen ones, which we can take our time with and go back to again and again.
The next time Texas Western’s big round number comes up, I’m still going to the stills.