Blacktop Basketball - Dave's Midwestern Ohio Memories

Series of Guest Blogs by an out-of-state Fish Report reader originally from this area about fond memories of growing up in Midwestern Ohio during the 50’s & 60’s

Blacktop Basketball

West Virginia basketball coach, Bob (Huggy Bear) Huggins recently was attributed the following quote, 

“Today’s players don’t play the right way because they don’t play on the blacktop w/ older guys. You’d take a bad shot, wouldn’t play defense, wouldn’t play hard, you wouldn’t get picked. There’s nothing worse than sitting out in the hot sun and not being picked”

Huggins is quite a character as evidenced by this recent ESPN article about him. Having played a lot of basketball on blacktop surfaces after my barnyard basketball playing days as a youngster were over, I can personally attest to the challenges of blacktop basketball.

Near an apartment complex were I lived in northwest Dayton back in the late 60’s, there was a blacktop court in College Hill Park that attracted some of the best players in the area. As is evident from the current aerial photo below, the court has seen better days. Pickup basketball games were exactly as Coach Huggins described in his quote. Players would congregate about 7:00 every week night for some pick-up basketball. To get the ball rolling, all the players would shoot from a distance about where today’s three point line is (no such line existed back then). First two to make a shot picked the teams. And as he implied, there was indeed nothing worse than not being picked. 

The games were hard-nosed and rough. Without a three point line, the most effective shot was close in, which also meant the shot was invariably challenged by staunch defenders. Defense was the name of the game. Fouls were called by the shooter, but if you had a reputation of calling them too closely, you weren’t picked to play. Those not chosen sat around to play the winners of the first game, picking players from the losing team. So that meant you kept playing if your team won. But the games were so rough and tumble, eventually the winners would get tired and lose. Without a three point line, play was almost exclusively in the paint (even though there was no paint!).

Back in the spring of 1969, at age 21, I was playing a pick-up game at College Hill and got an elbow in the mouth that knocked out one of my front teeth. It broke off right above the gum line, so it needed a root canal to attach a replacement crown.

A root canal in those days meant a dentist has to drill through the tooth stub to the nerve core, insert a hot metal probe into the tooth's core to burn off all the nerve tissue and cauterize the nerve ending, followed by inserting a silver rod into the nerve core to which the crown would be anchored. Inserting that inch-long burning hot probe into my tooth was the worst. It seemed to take forever reheating and reinserting the probe into the tooth until the dentist reached the end of the root. But fortunately he did it right, as the root canal hung in there for 50 years until…..

…..my most recent dental check-up, when the dentist noticed inflammation above the gum line on the tooth with the old root canal. He probed the inflamed area and pus came out indicating an infection had formed. Ironically, I had been noticing a slight pain at that tooth whenever there was a weather change. He suggested seeing an endodontic specialist to have the root canal checked out. After undergoing a 3D x-ray, the endodontist gave me the bad news that dental surgery was needed to remove an abscess that had formed at the end of the root canal. The procedure is called an apicoectomy. Here’s a youtube video he provided to demonstrate what was to be done during the hour long surgery.

The tip of the tooth’s root was exposed during the surgery, as is evident by the white dot on the above actual photo taken during the surgery. Fortunately, the doctor thoroughly numbed me up, and after applying an ice pack to the area on and off for 8 hours afterwards, I felt very little pain. Stitches have been removed and everything is back to normal. Except of course my basketball playing days are over, having given up the game a long ago, except as a spectator, in my dreams and vicariously through this blogpost!

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