Rick Mount coming to Mackey on Saturday

[bodog57]

Now that I think about my previous post I was thinking about a time about three years ago when I was shooting around at the club my wife and I belong to. I was shooting with Jason Maravich son of Pete Maravich. As we talked I asked him if he knew who Rich Mount was. He said he had heard the name but could not place him. When I told him that a lot of people believed that Mount was a better shooter than his dad, he said ok now I know who you are talking about. Funny how some things in life come full circle. A die hard Purdue Basketball fan shooting around with a Maravich.

Maravich was a scorer. Rick Mount is the Greatest Shooter I've ever seen on the college level, (I would include the pro-game but Curry has something special going on right now) and it's NOT close. Just by accident or what ever you want to call it, my uncle took me and my cousin to the "grand opening" of the house that Rick Mount built, and from that day forward I wore #10 in all my youth through high school bball games. I was proud to wear Rick Mount's number...unfortunately, I didn't do him justice

 

[hoosierdog1]

I was a 13 year old, fresh from watching Leroy Keyes' great junior year when I negotiated a long period of chores for my mom to use her ticket to the opening night of Purdue Arena on December 2, 1967. My dad told me about this coach named Wooden that was a star at Purdue many years before I was born and he coached a great team with a 7 foot center named Alcindor.

My dad parked the car across from the Purdue Fieldhouse on the street heading towards the fountain. We walked past the "temporary" barracks turned into classrooms, I remember the crisp cold air and the excitement as we walked past the fieldhouse and towards the brightly lit arena's entrance B.

Not only was this the dedication of Purdue Arena, but it was the coming out party for the blonde bomber from Lebanon. First game I saw Rick play was in the fieldhouuse against my high school team in the Lafayette Regional. Although we lost, one of our guards held Rick to only 27 points. I was impressed when our guard fouled out and was sitting on the bench when Rick sprinted from his bench to come down and shake our player's hand.

I watched a few of his freshman games at the fieldhouse the year before, so I knew this night would be memorable. As my dad and I made our way to section 102 row 15, the sights and sounds of the arena buzzing was nothing I had ever seen at Purdue for basketball. The game itself was a well played tough one and Purdue had the ball with Rick at the line for a one and one plus a technical foul shot. He missed the front end of the one and one, but hit the technical to tie it. Purdue got the ball with around 20 seconds left and held it for the last shot. Rick got the ball and settle behind a pick in front of us and lofted his baseline jumper. I was lined up perfectly to watch the ball in the air which hit the front of the rim and bounded towards the UCLA basket. It was like slow motion when Bill Sweek took three dribbles and let it fly from 25 feet. Swish right through the bottom of the net.

Luckily, I was eye witness to an exact same shot up in Madison Wisconsin in the NCAA Regional final against Marquette. This time it was Rick that was celebrating with his teammates. On to the Final Four.

I saw many games in those three years Rick played and still hear the crowd yell "Shoot" every time he touched the ball. The most beautiful shot I have ever seen. On a side note, I am still p***d at Slick Leonard for ruining his Pacer years.

Each year in December, The memory of that December night in 1967 still takes me back to once again being 13 and sitting with my father. This year, it is tougher since he passed away in October. Even in September, he smiled when we talked about The Rocket.

Welcome back Rick, even though in my mind you were never away,

Great post. Thanks

 

[GemstateBoiler]

I was a 13 year old, fresh from watching Leroy Keyes' great junior year when I negotiated a long period of chores for my mom to use her ticket to the opening night of Purdue Arena on December 2, 1967. My dad told me about this coach named Wooden that was a star at Purdue many years before I was born and he coached a great team with a 7 foot center named Alcindor.

My dad parked the car across from the Purdue Fieldhouse on the street heading towards the fountain. We walked past the "temporary" barracks turned into classrooms, I remember the crisp cold air and the excitement as we walked past the fieldhouse and towards the brightly lit arena's entrance B.

Not only was this the dedication of Purdue Arena, but it was the coming out party for the blonde bomber from Lebanon. First game I saw Rick play was in the fieldhouuse against my high school team in the Lafayette Regional. Although we lost, one of our guards held Rick to only 27 points. I was impressed when our guard fouled out and was sitting on the bench when Rick sprinted from his bench to come down and shake our player's hand.

I watched a few of his freshman games at the fieldhouse the year before, so I knew this night would be memorable. As my dad and I made our way to section 102 row 15, the sights and sounds of the arena buzzing was nothing I had ever seen at Purdue for basketball. The game itself was a well played tough one and Purdue had the ball with Rick at the line for a one and one plus a technical foul shot. He missed the front end of the one and one, but hit the technical to tie it. Purdue got the ball with around 20 seconds left and held it for the last shot. Rick got the ball and settle behind a pick in front of us and lofted his baseline jumper. I was lined up perfectly to watch the ball in the air which hit the front of the rim and bounded towards the UCLA basket. It was like slow motion when Bill Sweek took three dribbles and let it fly from 25 feet. Swish right through the bottom of the net.

Luckily, I was eye witness to an exact same shot up in Madison Wisconsin in the NCAA Regional final against Marquette. This time it was Rick that was celebrating with his teammates. On to the Final Four.

I saw many games in those three years Rick played and still hear the crowd yell "Shoot" every time he touched the ball. The most beautiful shot I have ever seen. On a side note, I am still p***d at Slick Leonard for ruining his Pacer years.

Each year in December, The memory of that December night in 1967 still takes me back to once again being 13 and sitting with my father. This year, it is tougher since he passed away in October. Even in September, he smiled when we talked about The Rocket.

Welcome back Rick, even though in my mind you were never away,

Nice memory flashback post but you can say pissed; we won't be offended

 

[PU pit bull]

Nice memory flashback post but you can say pissed; we won't be offended

I'll just put my hands over my ears............oh wait, that won't help........nevermind

 

[tigerchump]

I was a 13 year old, fresh from watching Leroy Keyes' great junior year when I negotiated a long period of chores for my mom to use her ticket to the opening night of Purdue Arena on December 2, 1967. My dad told me about this coach named Wooden that was a star at Purdue many years before I was born and he coached a great team with a 7 foot center named Alcindor.

My dad parked the car across from the Purdue Fieldhouse on the street heading towards the fountain. We walked past the "temporary" barracks turned into classrooms, I remember the crisp cold air and the excitement as we walked past the fieldhouse and towards the brightly lit arena's entrance B.

Not only was this the dedication of Purdue Arena, but it was the coming out party for the blonde bomber from Lebanon. First game I saw Rick play was in the fieldhouuse against my high school team in the Lafayette Regional. Although we lost, one of our guards held Rick to only 27 points. I was impressed when our guard fouled out and was sitting on the bench when Rick sprinted from his bench to come down and shake our player's hand.

I watched a few of his freshman games at the fieldhouse the year before, so I knew this night would be memorable. As my dad and I made our way to section 102 row 15, the sights and sounds of the arena buzzing was nothing I had ever seen at Purdue for basketball. The game itself was a well played tough one and Purdue had the ball with Rick at the line for a one and one plus a technical foul shot. He missed the front end of the one and one, but hit the technical to tie it. Purdue got the ball with around 20 seconds left and held it for the last shot. Rick got the ball and settle behind a pick in front of us and lofted his baseline jumper. I was lined up perfectly to watch the ball in the air which hit the front of the rim and bounded towards the UCLA basket. It was like slow motion when Bill Sweek took three dribbles and let it fly from 25 feet. Swish right through the bottom of the net.

Luckily, I was eye witness to an exact same shot up in Madison Wisconsin in the NCAA Regional final against Marquette. This time it was Rick that was celebrating with his teammates. On to the Final Four.

I saw many games in those three years Rick played and still hear the crowd yell "Shoot" every time he touched the ball. The most beautiful shot I have ever seen. On a side note, I am still p***d at Slick Leonard for ruining his Pacer years.

Each year in December, The memory of that December night in 1967 still takes me back to once again being 13 and sitting with my father. This year, it is tougher since he passed away in October. Even in September, he smiled when we talked about The Rocket.

Welcome back Rick, even though in my mind you were never away,

Thank you so much for sharing your wonderful memories with us.I am sorry to hear of your Fathers passing.My Dad will be gone for eight years this coming Valentines Day and I still think about him at least twenty times a day.

 

[Do Dah Day]

Thanks Boilers77. I watched the first game in Mackey from the top row and I saw the same shot in Madison - "Luckily, I was eye witness to an exact same shot up in Madison Wisconsin in the NCAA Regional final against Marquette. This time it was Rick that was celebrating with his teammates. On to the Final Four." I remember two things vividly: 1. I was sure those bleachers were going to come down under all the Boilers jumping up and down. 2. Al McGuire's red plaid coat flying all over the sideline. He was a WILD MAN.

 

[gleap1969]

Listened to the UCLA game with the same woman I just returned from a New Year's Eve dinner with. Had a student ticket but none for her so gave the ticket to a friend in exchange for his apartment for the evening. Remember watching the Marquette game at her parents house in Valparaiso (having been married in September, 1968). She did not enjoy the PU-IU route of 120-76 to which we both had tickets. Forgot to mention she was an IU nursing student at the time.

 

[tigerchump]

Thanks Boilers77. I watched the first game in Mackey from the top row and I saw the same shot in Madison - "Luckily, I was eye witness to an exact same shot up in Madison Wisconsin in the NCAA Regional final against Marquette. This time it was Rick that was celebrating with his teammates. On to the Final Four." I remember two things vividly: 1. I was sure those bleachers were going to come down under all the Boilers jumping up and down. 2. Al McGuire's red plaid coat flying all over the sideline. He was a WILD MAN.

I always enjoyed Al Mc Guire as an announcer because He said He would always have nightmares of Rick Mounts shot from 1969!

 

[70boiler]

The game itself was a well played tough one and Purdue had the ball with Rick at the line for a one and one plus a technical foul shot. He missed the front end of the one and one, but hit the technical to tie it. Purdue got the ball with around 20 seconds left and held it for the last shot. Rick got the ball and settle behind a pick in front of us and lofted his baseline jumper. I was lined up perfectly to watch the ball in the air which hit the front of the rim and bounded towards the UCLA basket. It was like slow motion when Bill Sweek took three dribbles and let it fly from 25 feet. Swish right through the bottom of the net.
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Video - http://richwoodstrack.com/unrelated/MackeyOpen.mp4

 

[Boilers1977]

Video - http://richwoodstrack.com/unrelated/MackeyOpen.mp4

Thanks for the video. It helps clear the mind a bit. Memory plays tricks sometimes. At the time, I was thinking how did UCLA get the ball down the court so quickly.

 

[Dr. Charmin]

So I hope that after feel good festivities of today, Mr. Mount would show up next Monday as some kind of NCAA-permitted adviser to help tweak Stephens', Mathias and Cline's shots just enough to bolster our outside shooting that eventually leads to a F4.

 

[Purdue Grad in Texas]

Thanks for the video. It helps clear the mind a bit. Memory plays tricks sometimes. At the time, I was thinking how did UCLA get the ball down the court so quickly.

Yeah.....with a young Lew Alcindor.....not a bad way to get a secondary break started.

Thanks to those sharing the video.

 

[threeeputtt]

I was a 13 year old, fresh from watching Leroy Keyes' great junior year when I negotiated a long period of chores for my mom to use her ticket to the opening night of Purdue Arena on December 2, 1967. My dad told me about this coach named Wooden that was a star at Purdue many years before I was born and he coached a great team with a 7 foot center named Alcindor.

My dad parked the car across from the Purdue Fieldhouse on the street heading towards the fountain. We walked past the "temporary" barracks turned into classrooms, I remember the crisp cold air and the excitement as we walked past the fieldhouse and towards the brightly lit arena's entrance B.

Not only was this the dedication of Purdue Arena, but it was the coming out party for the blonde bomber from Lebanon. First game I saw Rick play was in the fieldhouuse against my high school team in the Lafayette Regional. Although we lost, one of our guards held Rick to only 27 points. I was impressed when our guard fouled out and was sitting on the bench when Rick sprinted from his bench to come down and shake our player's hand.

I watched a few of his freshman games at the fieldhouse the year before, so I knew this night would be memorable. As my dad and I made our way to section 102 row 15, the sights and sounds of the arena buzzing was nothing I had ever seen at Purdue for basketball. The game itself was a well played tough one and Purdue had the ball with Rick at the line for a one and one plus a technical foul shot. He missed the front end of the one and one, but hit the technical to tie it. Purdue got the ball with around 20 seconds left and held it for the last shot. Rick got the ball and settle behind a pick in front of us and lofted his baseline jumper. I was lined up perfectly to watch the ball in the air which hit the front of the rim and bounded towards the UCLA basket. It was like slow motion when Bill Sweek took three dribbles and let it fly from 25 feet. Swish right through the bottom of the net.

Luckily, I was eye witness to an exact same shot up in Madison Wisconsin in the NCAA Regional final against Marquette. This time it was Rick that was celebrating with his teammates. On to the Final Four.

I saw many games in those three years Rick played and still hear the crowd yell "Shoot" every time he touched the ball. The most beautiful shot I have ever seen. On a side note, I am still p***d at Slick Leonard for ruining his Pacer years.

Each year in December, The memory of that December night in 1967 still takes me back to once again being 13 and sitting with my father. This year, it is tougher since he passed away in October. Even in September, he smiled when we talked about The Rocket.

Welcome back Rick, even though in my mind you were never away,

It had snowed that night because I remember helping brush snow off the windshield! Yup, the buzz of Rick getting the ball, anticipation, a roar or groan would follow as the greatest shooter of all time was worth whatever it cost to watch.

 

[70boiler]

Mount had a stress fracture in his foot and had been casted for several days before Mackey opening. It wasn't clear until very late that he would play. He always said but for the injury the Boilers would have had the win. I would agree, but what Boiler wouldn't?

 

[threeeputtt]

Mount had a stress fracture in his foot and had been casted for several days before Mackey opening. It wasn't clear until very late that he would play. He always said but for the injury the Boilers would have had the win. I would agree, but what Boiler wouldn't?

Rick played much of that year with the plate in his shoe.