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The Calm Before the Storm

John Calipari may have done his finest coaching job of the season Monday night against UAB. The crowd was flat. The pep band was uninspired. The students were quiet. Even the pompon squad clapped as if their minds were on boyfriends or mid-terms or anything but basketball.

It seemed that only Calipari came ready to play. After consecutive losses to Cincinnati and Charlotte, the first-year Tiger coach had to dig deep into his bag of motivational tricks to get his team started. He yelled, he cursed, he stomped his feet, he ran players in and out of the game. Finally under the capable leadership of senior point guard Shyrone Chatman, Memphis took its first lead of the game at 18-17 with 7:25 to go in the first half. From there Memphis (15-11; 9-4 in C-USA) gradually pulled away before pouring it on the visiting Blazers in the second half. The final score was 86-69, but the game was never in doubt after Memphis went on a 12-2 run to open the second half.

Afterward, Calipari was relieved, happy, jubilant almost. He talked about the job Murray Bartow had done this season with UAB. He said Marquette’s Tom Crean or Bartow should be coach of the year in C-USA. But really, shouldn’t that award go to Calipari?

After the UAB game he gave his players two days off, admitting that it would probably be good for them to take a break from The World According to Cal. That world can be pretty intense.

No one knows it better than Shyrone Chatman. The point guard always has the toughest job. As the “coach on the floor” he has to mirror the intensity of the head coach. In Chatman’s case that is a tall order. The serenity with which Chatman faces his task game after game is a wonderful thing to watch. Each time the game is stopped for a foul shot, Calipari yells to Chatman, who dutifully comes to the sideline to listen to his coach. Sometimes it is a rant, sometimes a reminder. But no matter the message or the tone in which it is delivered, Chatman is the same. He makes eye contact, focuses on what the coach says, nods that he has heard him, then goes back to his team. He never buckles under the strain, never shows any impatience. The cohesion of the two men says a lot about both of them.

Part of the Johnny Jones/Tic Price Louisiana connection, Shyrone Chatman was a little-used player heading into the second half of his junior season. But he started six of the Tigers’ last seven games for Jones and became the defensive stopper on the club. When Courtney Trask was suspended for academic misconduct on December 9th, the senior from Baton Rouge was ready.

Chatman doesn’t have much flash to his game, but he is a relentless competitor. More than anyone else, he is responsible for the turnaround in Memphis’ season. His maturity and leadership were just what the Tigers needed. Against UAB his line in the box score told the story: 15 points, 4 steals, 4 assists, 3 rebounds, and 0 turnovers in 30 minutes. Chatman is a winner.

Because of the bond that he and his coach have built, Memphis will be one of the favorites to win the Conference USA tournament next month in Louisville. And winning the conference tournament is looking more and more like the only way the Tigers will get into the NCAA.

Memphis has not done well in the C-USA tournament, going 2-5 (with the two wins coming in Memphis). But Calipari has a little experience in conference tournaments. His record at UMass in the Atlantic 10 tournament was 17-3. Assistant coach Derek Kellog was a starting guard and team captain for Calipari. The Minutemen won four consecutive A-10 conference tourneys while Kellog was at the school from 1991 to 1995.

Although Chatman will not get to play four years for Calipari, he is the most important factor in whether or not Memphis wins the C-USA tourney and gets into the Big Dance. If that happens, it will be because of the synergy that two very different men have built in a little more than eight months together. There were times against UAB that Calipari, his arms flailing like a madman on the sidelines, looked like he was going to go on the floor to help his team. But eventually he saw that it wasn’t necessary.

He had Shy and that was good enough.

THIS AND THAT:

Like the XFL TV ratings, Memphis Maniax attendance was down by almost 50 percent last weekend. The bigger problem is the team’s offense, which has not scored a touchdown in the last 10 quarters. The fans thought the XFL would be wide-open, but the offensive talent is just not there. No one in the league is scoring, and that is a problem. In last week’s cover story about talk radio, I used an anecdote about Tommy West and Lex Ward to illustrate a couple of points. The first is that some coaches do listen to talk radio. The second is that talk radio is full of misinformation. I did not mean to imply that Lex Ward is one of those who makes a habit of putting out misinformation. Ward does as much preparation for his show as anyone and I respect the work he does on SportsCall 790. Nor did I mean to imply that what Ward said about the offensive coordinator job was necessarily false. In fact, it turned out to be the correct call. Randy Fichtner got the job as offensive coordinator, just as Ward had said he would. Speaking of sports talk radio, I had Mike DeCourcy visiting with George Lapides on Thursday instead of Wednesday. Everyone knows that Thursday is devoted to trivia on George’s show. The next game for the U of M is Sunday night against South Florida, the team tied with the Tigers for both best overall record in Conference USA and the National Division title. It’s the final home game for the Tigers, who close out the season against Southern Miss and Louisville on the road. Sunday’s game, to be televised on ESPN2, will mark the final appearance in The Pyramid for seniors Marcus Moody, Shannon Forman, Shyrone Chatman, and Shamel Jones.

You can write Dennis Freeland at freeland@memphisflyer.com.

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The Rattrap Salesman

(BOMBAY) — India is driven by commerce. Despite its widespread poverty, Indians buy and sell everywhere — on the streets, in their homes, in stores and tiny stalls, even in the middle of traffic.

Once the doorbell rang in the Bombay apartment where my family and I are staying with relatives. It was after 10 p.m. When I looked out the peep hole and described the old woman in a sari I saw in the hallway, the people inside just laughed. Apparently they had encountered her before. She was selling sleepwear — lingerie — door-to-door.

Every morning we are awakened by a cacophony of sounds, which includes car and truck horns, crows cawing, and the sing-song shouts of hawkers outside the apartment selling fruits and vegetables from push carts. In the amazing tangle that is Bombay traffic we are offered toys, flowers, books, magazines, and miniature Indian flags (January 26 is Independence Day). Outside the most upscale stores, vendors set up shop, selling everything imaginable. There are even people on the street who will shine your shoes, give you a shave, or clean your ears.

Then there was the rat trap salesman in Hyderabad.

My father-in-law operates a liquor store that was owned by his father before him. One day during our stay in Hyderabad, I noticed a man outside the shop with some unusual wares. On closer inspection, I saw that he was selling all kinds of rattraps and rodent poisons. He had humane traps (both wooden and metal) for catching the rats alive and the more traditional metal traps that break the rodent’s neck.

It was an impressive array of goods and I stopped to look more closely. The man, who had very dark skin and appeared to be in his 30s, smiled at me. I returned the smile. By this time I had learned to avoid the frustrating dance of two people who don’t speak the same language. Since I don’t speak Telugu or Hindi and he didn’t know English, we were confined to smiling at each other and making the universal signs of greeting. We nodded a lot.

I found myself watching the rattrap salesman as he went about his daily chore of laying his rug down on the sidewalk and then putting out his display in an orderly fashion. He didn’t hawk but waited for an interested customer and then began the inevitable haggling. We continued to smile at each other as I went to and from the house (which is above the store).

The night before we left Hyderabad to return to Bombay one of the relatives who works in the store told me at dinner that the rat trap salesman wanted to come back with me to the United States. He had assured the relative that he would be no trouble to me and that he would be available to do any chores I wished him to perform both at my home and in my office.

Because there are so many people in India and so few jobs available, there are people who do all kinds of work. A middle-class family can easily afford someone who will come to their house and cook, another person to clean the floors and make the beds, and another to wash the clothes. (This man is called the “dobhi.”) Likewise it is affordable to have someone drive your car (or wash it), bring you a newspaper, or run your errands. This is the world the rattrap salesman visualized; this is the world he knows.

The next day, I gave him a 100 rupee note — about two U.S. dollars. (I had originally wanted to buy one of his wooden traps, but decided it would be too cumbersome to bring back.) He smiled. I smiled.

When it came time to load the cars for the trip to the train station, I shook his hand before getting into the car. From the front seat, I could see him deliberating. Finally, just before the car pulled off, he handed me a note. It read:

Respected Sir,

I wont to go to America with you. My passport is ready. I shall feel oblige if you kindly arrange for a “visa.” I can work at your office or at your house also.

Thank you.

He did not include his name. He obviously had gone to great lengths to get the note written. He couldn’t have known many people who could write English. Still at the last minute he could not decide whether or not to present it to me.

I wish I could have talked to him, explained the many reasons why he could not go back with me. But the car was pulling off. There was only time for one more universal sign. I shrugged.

That night as dusk settled on the countryside along the train tracks, as shepherds drove their goats wherever it is goats go at night, I thought about the rattrap salesman and how different his world is from mine. I felt sad — for both of us. n

You can e-mail Dennis Freeland at freeland@memphisflyer.com.

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TIGERS BLAST UAB, EARN TIME OFF

The University of Memphis fell behind 9-1 in the first five minutes of the game, but came back to bury Conference USA rival UAB Monday night in The Pyramid. The final score was 86-69, but the game was never in doubt after Memphis went on a 12-2 run to open the second half.

“They’re laughing in your faces,” Tiger head coach John Calipari screamed at his starters after calling time-out just three minutes into the first half and the Tigers trailing 6-1.

The first year coach had to dig deep into his bag of motivational tricks to get his team started. He yelled, he cursed, he stomped his feet, he ran players in and out of the game. Finally under the capable leadership of senior point guard Shyrone Chatman, Memphis took its first lead of the game at 18-17 with 7:25 to go in the first half. From there Memphis (15-11; 9-4 in C-USA) gradually pulled away before pouring it on the visiting Blazers in the second half. The Tigers led 33-29 at halftime.

Afterward Calipari was happy that his team had ended a two-game losing streak in their third game in five days. He rewarded the players by giving them two days off. The next game for Memphis is Sunday night against South Florida, the team currently tied with the Tigers for both best overall record in Conference USA and the National Division title. The game is the final home game of the year for the Tigers, who close out the season against Southern Miss and Louisville on the road. Sunday’s game, to be televised on ESPN2, will mark the final appearance in The Pyramid for seniors Marcus Moody, Shannon Forman, Shyrone Chatman, and Shamel Jones.

For the third game in a row, Jones gave Memphis a first-half lift with dominating physical play in the paint. Kelly Wise had a double-double with 19 points and 12 rebounds. He also had 3 assists and 2 blocks. Chatman finished with 15 points, 4 steals, 4 assists, and 0 turnovers in 30 minutes. Forman and Courtney Trask each scored 11 for the Tigers.

The only Memphis player who did not play was junior John Grice. Calipari said after the game that he did not expect Grice to play any more this season. When asked if that was a basketball decision, Calipari said, “It’s my decision.” He would not elaborate. Grice, a junior college transfer from Shelby State, was a starter before serving a 16-game suspension (along with Trask) for academic misconduct. The two were reinstated three games ago.

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BEARCATS WIN THRILLER

Kenny Satterfield hit a basket in the last second of the game leading the Cincinnati Bearcats to a 66-65 victory over the University of Memphis Thursday night in The Pyramid. Reserve forward Shamel Jones had scored with 10 seconds to go in the contest, giving Memphis a 65-64 lead. It was the fourteenth lead change in the game.

“I’ve been in many of these in my coaching career and usually what happens is whoever has the ball last usually wins the game,” Tiger head coach John Calipari. “And they had it last.”

Two candidates for Player of the Year in Conference USA, Cincinnati guard Steve Logan and Memphis forward Kelly Wise put on a terrific show for a national ESPN audience and 19,582 in The Pyramid. Logan scored 27 points on 9 of 18 shooting. Wise countered with 16 points, 14 rebounds, five assists, and four blocks.

Shamel Jones had a career high 17 points and 10 rebounds. His energy lifted the Tigers, who led by five, 37-32, at the half.

“This is his kind of game,” Calipari said of the senior from Brooklyn who played 23 minutes. “It was a rough-house game — everybody’s fouling on every play, everybody’s pushing and shoving. It’s his kind of game.”

Satterfield had 11 points — five in the final minute. Donald Little also had 11 — the only other BearCat in double figures. Memphis out-rebounded Cincy by 11 (41-30) and had only 14 turnovers to 16 assists. The Tigers blocked six shots.

“We were just one shot, one play away. We’re close though. No one stopped playing on our team for 40 minutes. I was happy about that,” Calipari said.

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Jock Talk

In my car the radio buttons are set to every Memphis station that
carries sports talk radio shows. From the first time I discovered sports talk
during my college days, I was hooked.

In those early years I only had a few choices. There was George
Lapides and maybe another show or two. Nothing like today. Memphis has two
radio stations that are committed to the sports talk format — 24 hours a day.
Another broadcasts three hours of sports talk each afternoon.

Tired of listening to the same old fans call in day after day?
You can tune in a national show such as Jim Rome or Tony Kornheiser. Can’t get
enough college recruiting talk? There’s even a show for you.

I even got to work on a sports talk show. From 1992 through 1996
I was a weekly guest on WREC-AM, on SportsLine, the show originated by
Lapides back in the 1970s. That was a thrill, getting paid to talk on the
radio about sports. But the landscape has changed quite a bit since I had my
15 minutes of sports talk fame.

Some would argue that the changes have been for the worse. There
are more choices, to be sure, but with the opening up of so many hours of
local sports talk (there are 15 hours of locally produced sports talk weekdays
from 6 a.m. till 6 p.m. by my count), the bar has been lowered.

“I’ve listened to sports talk in other areas. I would like
to think that our show is up to standards anyplace else in the country,”
says John “The Rainman” Rainey, whose show, Memphis
Primetime
, is on Sports 56 (WHBQ-AM). “I think overall, sports talk
in Memphis is pretty good. I think there are some shows that wouldn’t be on
the air if I had the option of making that decision. But you have to be
careful. There are a lot of different types of fans that listen and you have
to try to give each one of them something during the day. That’s hard to
do.”

Dave Woloshin, the radio voice of the University of Memphis and
host of Sports Call 790 on WMC-AM, says the format has changed since he
first got into the field in 1983.

“You have to understand what talk radio really is now.
Sports talk radio is not journalism. It’s entertainment with a sports theme.
There are still folks who do talk radio as sports journalists. Myself, George
Lapides, I think Greg Gaston, the newest entry into the field, is trying to do
that,” Woloshin says. “A lot of the other guys either have agendas
like gambling or they are trying to be sports entertainers. Sometimes it’s
unfortunate, particularly in this market. There are guys who are not
entertainers, who are not journalists, what they are is fans. They have
wiggled their way in. I don’t know if they demean the genre or not, but I
think you have to recognize the genre for what it is. It is not journalism
anymore. Entertainment is the primary objective.”

Rainey, whose first experience in radio came in 1993 when he
began hosting a handicapping show on the weekends, doesn’t dispute these
facts: He owns a sports handicapping business; he buys the 4 to 6 p.m. time
slot from Flinn Broadcasting; and he uses the show to promote his handicapping
business.

“There has to be some reason that people listen to you and
pay attention to what you say,” Rainey says. “I think when we
started, the handicapping was the reason that people listened. Whether people
want to admit it or agree with gambling on sports or not, a large percentage
of the population bets on games.”

Several of the shows on WHBQ are similar to the arrangement
Rainey has. The host buys the air time and then sells the advertising spots
himself. This trend (called “Do It Yourself Radio” by one disdainful
local broadcaster) is alarming to some.

Woloshin makes it clear that his station doesn’t sell time for
sports talk shows. “I know that is not true at WMC, it was not true at
WREC. Those are the two stations where I have done the majority of my
work,” Woloshin says. “Dr. Flinn has a responsibility, in my
opinion, to try to make that as professional as he can make it.”

Flinn Broadcasting is owned by Dr. George Flinn, a local
radiologist. Even the program director at Sports 56 won’t say how many of the
station’s local shows are purchased by the host.

“Some do and some don’t,” says Bill Grafeman, the new
program director. “It’s an odd situation. I would rather not go into it.
I don’t know everybody’s situation yet. My idea is eventually for everything
to be consistent throughout the day.”

According to Grafeman, Jeff and Jack is the highest rated
show on Sports 56. Jeff Weinberger, the co-host of the show, is equally
evasive.

“It’s a back and forth deal,” he says. “It’s not
as simple as a yes or no answer.”

Generally the way to tell if the time has been bought by the host
is by the type of commercials run during the show. If most of the advertising
spots are testimonials (“Have you been to XYZ Electronics lately?”)
the chances are you’re listening to a show that is buying time. This method is
not foolproof, however.

John
Rainey and Tony Brooks host Memphis Primetime on WHBQ.

“You don’t go from saying, ‘The Tigers signed the top recruit
in Memphis yesterday and let me tell you about Oak Hall,'” says Rainey,
who broadcasts his show from his own professional studio and prerecords all
his commercials. “I don’t think commercials should be part of the show
content. That’s just a personal opinion.”

The Oak Hall remark is a personal dig at Lapides, the dean of
sports talk hosts in Memphis. Lapides’ show from 8 to 9 a.m. on Sports 56 is
laden with deals, from barbecue to automobiles to dry cleaning.

Which brings up another point — there is a lot of animosity
among the various talk radio hosts. This is not limited to local
personalities. Rome, who is based in Los Angeles, constantly makes derogatory
remarks about Kornheiser, who broadcasts from the D.C. area. But the enmity
between hosts on the same station can be a little disarming.

“There are a few talk shows that just go after other talk
shows. I don’t know why they do it, but it is always going to be that
way,” says Weinberger. “It’s the same way in other cities, too. It’s
really sad, because this is just talk radio.”

There has been more than one occasion where rival sports talk
hosts have almost come to blows at public functions. This isn’t true of
everybody in the genre, but if you are planning a dinner party and want to
invite sports talk hosts, it might be wise to check the list twice.

Two guys who do get along are Weinberger and his partner Jack
Eaton. “We don’t have any ego problems,” the former TV news anchor
says. “He thinks I’m an idiot and I think he’s an idiot. It’s just talk
radio, it’s not life and death. It’s not brain surgery.”

Into this rough-and-tumble atmosphere comes Grafeman, who arrived
in Memphis just last month. He is 26 but could easily pass for 17. How is this
guy going to tame the Wild West that Sports 56 has become?

“If the guy was 50 years old, he would have trouble with
that group,” Weinberger laughs.

“I’m looking forward to it,” Grafeman says of the
challenges facing him. “I have a lot ideas, not only from myself but from
the staff. I’m really looking forward to the situation.”

One of the first changes under Grafeman has been the addition of
the Morning Sports Report from 9 to 11 a.m. The show features ABC-24
sports director Greg Gaston and Michael Eaves, a reporter and part-time anchor
at Channel 24 and its sister station UPN-30. Graffman is quick to credit Flinn
with the negotiations that brought Gaston and Eaves to the station.

“They’re a great addition,” Grafeman says. “I’m
real proud of the way that show is going.”

Gaston and Eaves work for Clear Channel Communications, which
owns several radio stations in Memphis. “It was a very touchy situation.
It was very complicated. [General manager] Jack Peck gets all the credit for
it,” Gaston says. “I’m sure the Clear Channel people were a little
reluctant to do it. But then again they were not giving me an opportunity on
their [radio] stations. We get our name out in front of a sports audience. It
is good name recognition for the TV stations.”

Though some would say that it is the ultimate oxymoron, Gaston
says he wants to deliver “intelligent sports talk.”

“I know that a lot of the sports shows here have been beaten
up for not having intelligent sports talk. They’re either trivia-oriented or
giveaway-oriented or shock talk, things thrown out just to get callers,”
says Gaston, who had talk radio experience before coming to Memphis.
“We’re going to bring on experts. We aren’t always knowledgeable about
every subject. That’s what our expert guests are for.”

One group of experts Gaston will not be able to tap is the
sportswriters at The Commercial Appeal. The paper’s management does not
allow reporters to do talk radio shows (Geoff Calkins seems to be an
occasional exception). The Memphis market is being deprived of some
interesting perspectives (not to mention the impressions and general humor of
Ron Higgins).

Ironically, one of the most respected voices in Memphis sports
talk radio belongs to former C.A. reporter Mike DeCourcy. DeCourcy, now
the college basketball editor for The Sporting News, is a guest on
Lapides’ show every Wednesday. DeCourcy brings a national viewpoint that is
refreshing, yet because of his time spent at The Commercial Appeal as
the U of M basketball beat writer, he provides a local take as well.

Another newspaper reporter who makes for good conversation is
David Climer from The Tennessean. Also a guest on Lapides’ show, Climer
understands the Memphis-Nashville rivalry and makes particularly judicious use
of that knowledge.

In fact, sportswriters are popular on sports talk radio
nationwide, both as guests and as hosts. Kornheiser works for The
Washington Post
and former Memphian Paul Feinbaum, a columnist with The
Birmingham News
, has a show in that hot-bed of Southern talk radio.

The emphasis may be talk, but not every show focuses on callers.
Lapides, for one, will often do his entire show without talking to a single
caller. If he has interesting guests, he concentrates on them. In fact, one of
the problems with a small market such as Memphis having so many locally
produced shows is the lack of original callers and original takes. Anyone who
listens to Memphis sports talk radio can recognize about a dozen callers. Some
seem to call every show every day.

“We want to encourage people to call us. If you have
something to say, call us,” says Gaston. “But we don’t want people
to call and take up five or six minutes saying nothing.”

As Jim Rome would say: “Have a take and don’t
suck.”

It is what sets the national sports talk show apart from the
local. On the national level there is no patience with callers who don’t have
anything to say. The Fabulous Sports Babe — whose host is one of the
few female voices in the genre — is no longer heard in Memphis, but her show
is famous for its lack of tolerance with boring callers. When she doesn’t like
a call she hangs up with the sound effect of a bomb going off. Rome is equally
impatient.

Larry Robbins, host of The Press Box from noon till 2 p.m.
on The Ticket 1210-AM, the other Flinn all-sports station, remembers the first
time he heard a Memphian call The Jim Rome Show.

“Rome will make fun of people who live in this area. One guy
from Memphis tried it and he just tore him apart,” Robbins recalls.
“Called him stupid, called him a hillbilly, told him to go back to his
trailer. That’s so unfair to everybody who lives here.”

Locally sports talk is more personal, more laid back.

“We have made a conscious effort to build a relationship
with the listeners and the callers,” says Rainey, who regularly does
remotes at casinos. “We are maybe more out in the public and available to
the listeners on a personal basis than some of the other show hosts are.
That’s by choice.”

Robbins agrees. “Sports fans are very loyal. You become
friends with these people,” he says. “Some of them call on a daily
basis, so it becomes just like having a friend.”

Of course not everyone who likes sports is in love with the
sports talk format. Many players and coaches, for example, don’t like it.

“I don’t listen to it,” says Memphis head basketball
coach John Calipari. “I never listened to it in Boston, I never listened
to it in New Jersey, and I have never listened to it here. So to any
Tennessee, Arkansas, Mississippi fan that is going on radio trying to get
under my skin, I don’t listen. They are wasting time and breath. I never
listen to it and if anybody asks me about talk radio I say you are talking to
the wrong guy.”

As a head coach in the most visible sports franchise in town,
Calipari makes appearances on local and national talk shows. But he seems
sincere in saying that he never listens.

“Living in this town which has so many fans from other
teams, why would you let them drive you crazy?” he asks. “They don’t
have any effect on me whatsoever. And I would say this: Do you think those
fans want me to be the coach here?”

New Tiger football coach Tommy West makes no such claims. On
national signing day, the day schools can announce which players have signed
scholarships, West went on WMC-AM, which broadcast the press conference
live.

The day before, Lex Ward, Woloshin’s co-host on Sports Call
790,
had said that he thought West was ready to hire an offensive
coordinator, an assistant coaching position that is unfilled on the new
coach’s staff. Ward named the candidate. But when he asked the coach about it
on signing day he didn’t get the answer he was looking for.

“Well, I thought you took care of that for me
yesterday,” West laughed. After he was off the air he admitted he hadn’t
even talked to the assistant coach who was thought to be the leading
candidate.

It was a harmless situation and West didn’t seem to mind, but it
does illustrate one of the negative sides of talk radio, especially in a
market where many of the hosts are not trained journalists. Anyone can say
anything on the radio. And because it is on the radio, it feels authoritative,
it feels real. What the host says and what the caller says can get mixed in
the listener’s mind.

Dave
Woloshin, the “Voice of the Tigers,” hosts Sports Call 790 on WMC-
AM; Channel 24 sportscaster Greg Gaston (far right) is the new kid on the
block at WHBQ-AM.

“It was on the radio. I heard it.”

If you look at the numbers, the audience for sports talk radio is
small — miniscule compared to the powerhouse FM stations. According to the
Fall 2000 Arbitron rankings, an average of 3,100 listeners tuned into Sports
56 between 7 a.m. and 7 p.m. each day. That makes it 19th among the 26 Memphis
station ranked by Arbitron. WMC was 21st, with an average of 2,000
listeners.

But according to people in the industry, sports talk radio makes
money. The audience may be relatively small, but it includes the demographic
group that some advertisers want to reach.

“Can an all-sports talk format make money in this market? I
don’t have any doubt. I know for a fact. I have proven that,” says
Rainey, who operated his own station in the mid-1990s — SuperSport 1030.

“It’s very profitable. We’ve really started to turn a
corner,” says Robbins, who besides hosting a show works on the staff at
Sports 56. “Even Dr. Flinn was really pleased with its
performance.”

For the average sports talk listener, demographics and ratings
mean little. We just want our fix — sports news, opinion, and smack.

As Larry Robbins puts it: “Sports talk will always be on the
radio. As long as there are guys, as long as there are athletes, there will
always be a need for sports talk radio. Forever.”

You can e-mail Dennis Freeland at freeland@memphisflyer.com.


The Coaches Corner

Dana Kirk and Pete Cordelli

Former coaches bring unique perspectives.

6 to 8 a.m., Sports 56

Sportstime

George Lapides and Mark McClellan

Great guests, few calls — no-nonsense sports talk.

8 to 9 a.m., Sports 56

Morning Sports Report

Greg Gaston and Michael Eaves

The new kids have a good spot: between Lapides and Jim Rome’s
national show.

9 to 11 a.m., Sports 56

The Press Box

Larry Robbins and Jake Lawhead

“Sports, girls, beer, and other stuff interesting to
guys.”

Noon to 2 p.m., 1210 AM, The Ticket

Jeff and Jack

Jeff Weinberger and Jack Eaton

Recruiting and comedy. Argumentative. Fun.

2 to 4 p.m., Sports 56

SportsCall 790

Dave Woloshin and Lex Ward

News, talk, and Tigers — the home station of the U of M.

3 to 6 p.m., WMC-790

Memphis Primetime

John Rainey and Tony Brooks

Contests, nicknames, and handicapping.

4 to 6 p.m., Sports 56

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REPORTER’S NOTEBOOK

* * In the story, I use an anecdote about Tommy West and Lex Ward to illustrate a couple of points. The first is that coaches DO listen to talk radio. The second is that talk radio is full of misinformation.

I did NOT mean to imply (1) that Lex Ward is one of those (regardless of his background) who makes a habit of putting out misinformation. Ward does as much preparation for his show as anyone and I respect the work he does on SportsCall 790. And (2) I did not mean to imply that what Ward said about the offensive coordinator job was necessarily false. I don’t think anyone knows what Tommy West is going to do with the job, including West himself.

* * I asked John “Rainman” Rainey, a professional sports handicapper, if he had ever had trouble getting media credentials to college games due to the NCAA’s worries about gambling. He said he had not.

“From the first day that I was on the radio, I never used the University of Memphis in any of the plays that we put out. Never. I don’t tell people to bet on them or against them, either way. I have access to the coaches through the radio show and that would obviously be a no-no with the NCAA.”

* * I asked Jeff Weinberger to comment on the fact that people accuse him of making outlandish statements for the sole purpose of getting listeners to call in. Here is his response:

“I swear on my grandmother’s grave, I do not just say things to get people to call. I don’t know if this speaks good of me, but I really believe everything I say.”

* * I talked to both Greg Gaston, who does play-by-play for the University of Memphis on TV and Dave Woloshin, who is the radio voice of the Tigers, about people calling them “homers.”

“We walk a fine line,” Gaston said. “We won’t duck an issue, but I won’t use the radio format to ruffle feathers just to cause controversy. That’s not the type of person I am. Especially being involved with the Tigers, I’m not going to bring up anything just to cause a stir if it is not a legitimate story.”

“I don’t think they listen to the whole show. I don’t think they are listening objectively,” Woloshin said of his critics. “When I’m doing a game, the same way as when Jack Buck is doing a game, he’s for the Cardinals, I’m for the Tigers. I think if somebody is calling me a homer they are either fans of the opposition team or they are Tiger fan who doesn’t think I am a homer enough for us.”

* * The Jim Rome Show is sometimes criticized by callers to Sports 56. New WHBQ-AM program director Bill Grafeman says he has no intention of canceling the syndicated program, even though he realizes that Rome is not popular with many in the Mid-South. The show’s ratings in the Memphis market are “no better or no worse” than most of the other sports talk shows, Grafeman said.

“I have a feeling that Jim Rome being from Southern California tends to stay away from the South for some reason. I don’t know why that is,” Grafeman said. “He comes across as very arrogant. He’s one of those people who you either love him or hate him.”

* * Interestingly, Rainey attributes a job in his past with helping him with the host role on talk radio.

“One of the things that may have helped me was playing in a couple of rock and roll bands back in the Sixties,” he said. “I learned a lot of timing from that. A lot of radio is an innate sense of timing.”

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IN THE CAGE

BOMBAY — India is driven by commerce. Despite its widespread poverty, Indians buy and sell everywhere – on the streets, in their homes, in stores and tiny stalls, even in the middle of traffic.

Once the doorbell rang in the Bombay apartment where we are staying with family. It was after 10 p.m. When I looked out the peep hole and described the old woman in a sari I saw in the hallway the people inside just laughed. Apparently they had encountered her before. She was selling sleepwear – lingerie – door-to-door.

Every morning we are awakened by a cacophony, which includes car and truck horns, crows cawing, and the sing-song shouts of hawkers outside the apartment selling fruits and vegetables from hand-pushed carts. In the amazing tangle that is Bombay traffic we were offered toys, flowers, books, magazines, and miniature Indian flags (January 26 is Independence Day). Outside even the most up-scale shops, vendors set up shop selling every imaginable sundry. There are even people on the street that will shine your shoes, give you a shave, or clean your ears.

Then there was the rat trap salesman in Hyderabad.

My father-in-law operates a liquor store that was owned by his father before him. One day during our stay in Hyderabad, I noticed a man outside the shop with some unusual wares. On closer inspection, I saw that he was selling all kinds of rat traps and rodent poisons. He had humane traps (both wooden and metal) for catching the rats alive and the more traditional metal traps that break the rodent’s neck.

It was an impressive array of goods and I stopped to look more closely. The man, who had very dark skin and appeared to be in his thirties, smiled at me. I returned the smile. By this time I had learned to avoid the frustrating dance of two people who don’t speak the same language. Since I didn’t speak Telugu or Hindi and he didn’t know English, we were confined to smiling at each other and making the universal signs of greetings. We nodded a lot.

I found myself watching the rat trap salesman as he went about his daily chore of laying his rug down on the sidewalk and then putting out his display in an orderly fashion. He didn’t hawk, but waited for an interested customer and then began the inevitable haggling. We continued to smile at each other as I went to and from the house (which is above the store).

The night before we left Hyderabad to return to Bombay one of the relatives who works in the store told me at dinner that the rat trap salesman wanted to come back with me to the United States. He had assured the relative that he would be no trouble to me and that he would be available to do any chores I wished him to perform both at my home and in my office.

Because there are so many people in India and so few jobs available. There are people who do all kind of work. A middle-class family can easily afford someone who cooks for them, another person comes to the house to clean the floors and make the beds, another to wash the clothes (this man is called the “dobhi“). Likewise it is affordable to have someone drive your car (or wash it), bring you a newspaper, or run your errands. This is the world the rat trap salesman visualized; this is the world he knows.

The next day, I gave him a 100 rupee note — about two U.S. dollars. (I had originally wanted to buy one of his wooden traps, but decided it would be too cumbersome to bring back.) He smiled. I smiled.

When it came time to load the cars for the trip to the train station, I shook his hand before getting into the car. From the front seat, I could see him deliberating. Finally, just before the car pulled off, he handed me a note. It read:

Respected Sir,

I wont to go to America with you. My passport is ready. I shall feel oblige if you kindly arrange for a “visa.” I can work at your office or at your house also.

Thank you.

He did not include his name. He obviously had gone to great lengths to get the note written. He couldn’t have known many people who could write English. Still at the last minute he could not decide whether or not to present it to me.

I wish I could have talked to him, explained the many reasons why he could not go back with me. But the car was pulling off. There was only time for one more universal sign. I shrugged.

That night as dusk settled on the country side along the train tracks, as shepherds drove their goats wherever it is that goats go at night, I thought about the rat trap salesman and how different his world is from mine. I felt sad — for both of us.

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A ROOM WITH A VIEW

A friend loaned me her copy of Vast Conspiracy: The Real Story Of The Sex Scandal That Nearly Brought Down A President by Jeffrey Toobin and so in the last days of his presidency, I read the intimate details of Bill Clinton’s troubled sex life. I read it on the plane over the Atlantic Ocean, I read it in the Bombay apartment where we are staying with family, and I continued it on the train to Delhi and the north, home of the ancient Mughal empire.

We visited Delhi, Agra, and Jaipur in an eight-day trip where we saw forts that were 1,000 years old, visited the Taj Mahal, and saw many other very old palaces and tombs from the glorious history of ancient India. In the capital we visited The Red Fort, Shah Jehan’s palace which he built in 1648. Today two-thirds of it are still used as an army base, but the rest is open for visitors to see the lavish quarters where the emperors lived, held court, and planned the elaborate tombs and forts that they built.

Just a few weeks before our visit, terrorists had attacked the army compound at Red Fort so security was tight as we entered. For once, I was glad to look like a tourist. With my fair skin and American accent I was not likely to be confused with a Pakistani commando. The downside to this was that I was a target for the numerous hawkers outside the fort selling everything from film to jewelry. I would find that the hawkers got worse as we continued of our journey.

In Delhi we also saw our first tomb, this one belonging to the emperor Humayun, Shah Jehan’s great grandfather. When I first saw the huge brown and white building with its characteristic bulbous domes, its majestic beauty took my breath away. I would have a similar experience at the Taj Mahal – which deploys some of the same architectural techniques.

It was at Humayun’s Tomb where I first encountered a repugnant practice that almost turned me into the quintessential Ugly American. The price of admission was 10 rupees – about a quarter in U.S. money. That was the price for Indian citizens; for everyone else it was $10 – forty times more! The gross unfairness of this would haunted me for the rest of the trip (even though my in-laws would never let me pay for anything).

On the way out of Delhi we stopped by the only 20th century landmark we would see – the Baha’i Temple. Built in 1986 in the shape of a blossoming lotus flower, the temple makes quite an impression on the landscape of New Delhi. It draws hundreds of visitors every day and the day we visited was no exception. There is no admission charge, but you do have to take your shoes off before entering.

We traveled by car – a multi-purpose vehicle made by Toyota called the Qualis – and made the 125-mile journey to Agra in about four or five hours. Along the way we spotted our first camel. The large beast was pulling a cart filled with recently harvested sugar cane. The camel made a big stir in our car. Our merriment must have been amusing to our driver, who spoke only Hindi. In fact, we would see hundreds of camels in the coming days, so many that we no longer paid them any mind. The next day, we would even go to the Taj Mahal in a cart pulled by a camel.

People come to Agra to see the Taj Mahal, the seventh wonder of the world. It is a popular honeymoon destination for Indians and Europeans alike. (One poor newlywed at the hotel where we stayed was so preoccupied that he walked through a plate glass door leading to the main lobby, shattering the glass and his ego in one loud crash.) The bookstores were filled with various versions of the Kama Sutra, the Hindu love guide. It seems like a great place to come on a honeymoon.

Bill Clinton was not on a honeymoon when he came to Agra last year. He didn’t even bring his wife. He was just a head of state taking an official holiday near the end of his term. The first U.S. president to visit India since Jimmy Carter, Clinton’s visit caused quite a stir in the subcontinent. In Bombay the locals say the restaurants and hotels where the presidential party stayed immediately raised their prices and still saw business multiply.

In Toobin’s book A Vast Conspiracy, Clinton is portrayed as a lonely deceitful man willing to put his presidency and his family at risk for a tawdry affair with a young intern. As I read of the scheming lies of Linda Tripp, of the conservative forces bent on destroying Clinton by any means necessary, and the love-struck silliness of Monica Lewinsky, I couldn’t imagine how Clinton must have felt as he visited this most romantic destination. Did he buy a copy of the full-color illustrated Kama Sutra, available for less than 500 rupees in the hotel bookstore? What did he and Hillary talk about when they discussed his trip? Would she forgive his many transgressions, if he built her a monument such as the Taj Mahal?

As we rocked along on the rough road leading to the gates of the Taj, I felt a sense of excitement and dread. I had wanted to see the Taj Mahal for as long as I could remember. Now it was just down the road. Could it possibly live up to my expectations? How could it be as magnificent as everyone says?

Upon hearing that his favorite wife, Arjamand Bano, had died in childbirth, the emperor Shah Jehan said, “The light has gone out of my life.” He vowed to build the greatest beautiful monument ever built by a man to his woman. And he did just that (with the help of 20,000 workers and the wealth accumulated by his Mughal ancestors).

After entering the main gate, there is a path of about 60 yards surrounded on both sides by galleries that once served as markets. Then a large yard leads to another gate and past this, in the distance . . . the Taj Mahal. You can catch glimpses of the structure from outside the gate but it is only after passing through that you get your first look at the architectural masterpiece.

The initial view is mesmerizing. The Taj Mahal is said to be the most photographed building in the world, but mere film cannot capture the depth and wonders of this building. Words can only hint at the magnificence of this memorial to love and sorrow.

I worried needlessly. The Taj Mahal does not disappoint. The images my mind captured from that day will stay with me forever.

For the last leg of our trip, we traveled from Agra to Jaipur, the capital of the state of Rajisthan. Bill and daughter Chelsea stayed several days in “The Pink City.” We visited Amber Fort, which is over 1,000 years old. Built along side a mountain, you can reach it by two methods: jeep or elephant. The elephant ride, along side a steep cliff only takes a few more minutes than the jeep. Once inside the fort we bought coconuts for our elephant, Munni. She took it in her mouth, dropped it to the ground, cracked it with her large foot, and then ate up the good parts. She was very gentle and we took many pictures of her and her mahout.

By this time we had toured several palaces but Amber Fort was exceptional. At one point we entered a courtyard surrounded by 12 apartments – one for each of the king’s wives. The hallway around the apartments was designed so that the king could walk without being spotted by the women whose apartments he was not going to visit. Jealousy was alive and well even in medieval times. Wonder what Clinton, for whom the fort was closed for two days, thought of that?

As we drove down the hillside back to the hotel it was just past midday. Several of the elephants were going home, their mahouts reclining, napping contentedly. The elephants knew the way home.

By the time Bill Clinton came to India, the United State was heading home without his guidance. He was impeached in 1999 for lying about a sordid affair with a younger woman in his workplace. Afterward Clinton was a sort of prisoner without bars. He only came to India because he had nothing better to do. Al Gore did not want him on the campaign trail, so the disgraced president spent his time traveling.

Shah Jehan died a prisoner at Agra Fort. From his room he could look down at his lasting monument, the Taj Mahal. In Bill Clinton’s prison there was no such view.

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PUMP IT UP!

If I see nothing else from the University of Memphis basketball team when they take on Ole Miss Saturday night, I want to see a fist pumped. Or a chest beaten. Or the floor slapped. Say what you will about the disappointing record, the Marcus Moody fiasco, or the blown second-half leads. What seems to be missing most from this squad of Tigers is an element that, over the decades, has been the lifeblood of Tiger hoops: emotion.

As the Tigers struggle (1) to learn a new system under a renowned coach and (2) to climb an early-season mountain of a schedule, it appears the players are so intent on doing what’s right — or learning what’s right — that they’re forgetting why they play the game in the first place. If there is any one distinguishing trait that separates college basketball from other American spectator sports, it’s the emotional connection between player and fan. Combine the proximity of fans to the court (even in The Pyramid), the lack of headgear (which can hide a player’s expression), and a bombastic pep band. The result is an atmosphere that can literally make arenas tremble. But it has to start on the court, with the players.

Remember the screams of Lorenzen Wright after one of his rafter-shaking dunks? What about the gleam of Billy Smith’s smile after dropping yet another trey? Socks Perry played with his heart dangling out of his jersey. And it doesn’t require a star to inject this critical emotion into a team’s chemistry. Remember Justin Wimmer?

The irony with the 2000-01 Memphis Tigers is that they have a head coach who is about as emotive as they come. John Calipari can be as histrionic as a Palm Beach County granny, though, and it won’t transfer to the crowd as it would through a player.

The Tennessee game Tuesday night was telling in many ways. The Tigers played a superior team absolutely even after a dreadful start that saw them fall behind 10-0. When they pulled within three in the second half, what was it that kicked the Vols back into gear? Ron Slay’s crowd-pleasing shimmying may be a little over the top, but you could hear the roar, couldn’t you? And it wasn’t even close to a sellout in Knoxville. If displaced football fans can get excited by some basketball emotion, imagine what might happen if rabid Tiger fans sense the same kind of energy?

Personality, of course, plays a large role in finding this emotional leader. Kelly Wise, Courtney Trask, Paris London . . . the Tiger roster is filled with the “strong, silent type.” And that’s okay. Again, this doesn’t have to come from a star. Where might we find it? What about Marcus Moody? If Moody stands any chance of reclaiming his rightful position among this team’s leaders, wouldn’t some fire and brimstone from the senior sharpshooter be a good starting point?

My guess is that some crowd- and team-inspiring energy from the outcast Moody might just capture the eye of the man this entire team seems so desperate to please. And now wouldn’t that be worth shouting for?

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Cal’s First Test

Less than a month into his first season at the University of Memphis John Calipari has a losing record (2-4) and his first player controversy.

Considering the early schedule (five of the first seven games come against ranked teams) the record was expected. Senior Marcus Moody quitting the team the day before the trip to Arkansas was not.

Memphis lost to Arkansas 74-68 in Fayetville and the team really missed Moody’s outside shooting. The senior had been the most consistent outside threat for the Tigers and was the second leading scorer at 9.2 points per game.

It all boiled down to — what else? — playing time. Moody did not think he was getting enough. Calipari was waiting for him to earn it.

The coach was very specific and very public about what he wanted from the senior guard. “We have had 28 practices, six or seven scrimmages, and two exhibition games. He has yet to dive on the floor for a loose ball,” Calipari said before the opener, a 67-62 home court loss to Temple. “Well, guess what, those are the guys who are playing for me. He has yet to take a charge. Those are the guys who are playing for me. But we need his scoring, need his senior leadership. I like his game, but he’s going to have to take it up a notch. If he is capable of doing that, he’s going to be a starter. If he’s not capable of doing that, he’s going to come off the bench. In either case, he is going to be an effective player for us.”

Meanwhile as his former teammates were returning to Memphis after the Arkansas loss, Moody went on the post-game radio show to give his side of the story. He said Calipari wasn’t fair to him — that the coach pulled him after one miscue, but he would allow the other players four or five mistakes. Moody said his unhappiness was only with Calipari not the team, the university, or the city.

This team needs Moody. Calipari was hoping that the maturity of being a senior would cause Moody to respond to the challenge laid down by the combative coach. But Moody sulked as his playing time grew less and less. Against Tennessee-Martin in the game before he quit, Moody only played 13 minutes, taking a mere three shots. After the game Calipari was visibly shaken as he left the locker room.

“I’m worried about this team,” Calipari said, despite the 32-point victory. “We’re scared to death to play. I want to throw up.” He clearly had Moody in mind as he bemoaned his team’s lack of toughness. And one can only guess the scene in the locker room at halftime and after the game.

The situation is made more complicated because of who Moody is and where he comes from. The nephew of a former Tiger player Kenny Moody who know does TV color commentary for Tiger games on WKNO and the son of an outstanding player at Missouri and professionally in Europe, Marcus Moody chose the U of M at a time when all the local talent was leaving town. But he has had to endure three different coaches and his game has never really developed.

Even so, Moody is a favorite with the hometown fans and Calipari will have to watch his step.

“It isn’t about minutes,” Calipari said before the season began. “If you get four minutes a game, in those four minutes, prove you should be playing more. If you get 8 to 10 minutes, prove you should be playing 15. So it’s not about minutes. It’s about being productive.”

On Sunday Calipari and Moody met and came to an agreement. Moody could come back to the team but would be starting from scratch and would have to earn every minute of playing time. The senior will not be allowed to make the trip to Tennessee to play the 7th-ranked Volunteers, but he will be able to dress for the Ole Miss game at The Pyramid Saturday night.

It will be interesting to see how this plays out. We haven’t heard the last of the feud between Moody and Calipari. More so than Temple, Stanford, Arkansas, or Tennessee, this is John Calipari’s first real test at the University of Memphis.

Stay tuned.

(You can write Dennis Freeland at freeland@memphisflyer.com)