{"id":52,"date":"2021-09-26T19:27:31","date_gmt":"2021-09-26T19:27:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elevengames.pressbooks.com\/?post_type=chapter&p=52"},"modified":"2021-10-02T13:07:17","modified_gmt":"2021-10-02T13:07:17","slug":"game-7-the-light-blues-last-hurrah","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/elevengames.pressbooks.com\/chapter\/game-7-the-light-blues-last-hurrah\/","title":{"rendered":"Game 7: The Light Blue\u2019s last hurrah"},"content":{"raw":"
Like many a sports fan, I had a \u201cSay it ain\u2019t so, Joe,\u201d moment (legend has it that a youthful newsie said this to \u201cShoeless\u201d Joe Jackson when it was revealed he had taken part in the fixing of the 1919 World Series). That\u2019s the moment when you realize that someone whom you revere for his talent is not merely a flawed human being like the rest of us, but fatally flawed. This happened shortly after discovering basketball in the early 50s, and my teams were both local: the New York Knickerbockers in the pros, and once more, my father\u2019s alma mater, Columbia, for a college team. And the year before I became aware of the college game, they went undefeated until losing to Illinois in the opening round of the NCAA tournament of 1951. The team\u2019s best player was a former New York high school star, Jack Molinas, who became my first basketball hero. In 1953, Molinas was chosen in the first round of the NBA draft by the Fort Wayne (now Detroit) Pistons, and, of course, I became a Pistons fan, and badgered my dad to pick up a Fort Wayne paper when he could from a Times Square store that specialized in carrying out of town and foreign newspapers.<\/p>\n
My devotion did not live long. Thirty-two games into his first season, Molinas was banned for life from the NBA for gambling. Although it was for gambling done during his college years, I saw him on television in one game against the Knicks, and was horrified at his unconscionable gunning\u2014terrible shots, most of which missed badly, and in retrospect wondered if he was shaving points that night. I took a lot of teasing from my friends about my hero\u2019s treachery, but I learned one of life\u2019s important lessons: admire the talent, but not necessarily the possessor of the talent.<\/p>\n
Years later, when Molinas had become a distant bad memory, his infamy became even greater: he was one of the bookies arrested and convicted in a 1961 college point shaving scandal, and spent five years in prison. In 1975 he was murdered in what is believed to be a mob execution, and it was later revealed that he had been shaving points and gambling as early as his high school days.<\/p>\n