1. I remember GW Basket-ball at Uline Ice Arena while I was an Undergrad .. and actually some games while still in High School.

2. I remember filling my car with my kids and their friends and going to Ft Myer .

3. I remember going to JFK Stadium to watch GW FOOTBALL (also with my kids and their friends )

4. I remember Pat Tallent as player and then coach.

5. I remember running the 100 and 200 yard dash for THE GEORGE WASHINGTON UNIVERSITY Track Team .. honest..

6. I remember when I could still remember !!!!

See, that should have been Bob Tallent as player and Coach. Pat played.

Sorry

I remember The Tin Tabernacle.

I remember taking the bus to Ft. Myer to watch Bob, Mike and Pat Tallent.

I remember attending the first game at the Smith Center.

I remember backcourt of Pat Tallent and Keith Morris,

I remember going to SC to watch GW play in the NIT.

Old Prof, what do you think of backcourt of Tallent and Morris.  that's my favorite GW backcourt.  Pat was a great shooter, and Keith played the point, could dish or drive to the basket and shot the ball pretty well.

Old Prof:

Your otherwise solid memory may have slipped a bit on the location of GW football games.  Perhaps they did play at RFK in 1961 or '62, but the games you and I attended while at GWU were at Griffith Stadium..  I recall all too well the homecoming game against #1-ranked Maryland in '54, when we were down by only 7-6 at the half.  I was marginally sober during that half after having gone through the induction ceremony for Gate and Key that morning, and my date dropped a piece of jewelry under the stands during halftime, so I spent much of the last half looking (ultimately successfully) for the damn thing.  Missed most of the Twerps awakening as they belted us, 27-6, with only Steve Korcheck keeping it that close.

But you're right on pont with the track memories, as you and I co-founded and therefore co-captained the track team in '54.  We scared the hell out of eactly nobody, but I have a varsity letter to show it wasn't a total waste of time.

Best memories, though, are still of the Holup-Devlin years.  Loved your story of doing your part for GW hoops by waking Corky in class when the professor looked ready to call on him.

And Poog:  $50 a credit hour?  You  must've been thinking of some years later.  As Hatchet editor in '54-''55 I led a protest against the administration raising the per-hour undergraduate fee from $12 to $15.  Kinda amazing that the University managed to get by with that income level, even adjusted downward for non-inflation.  Will look for you at Patriot Center for the GW-GMU women's game.

The later games at RFK (or DC ) Stadium were with my 8 - 10 year olds. Early 70's.

Undergrad game at Grifth Stadium.

Remember paying a kid a quarter to "Watch your car? " Pay or flat tire.

i remember in no particular order:

• Adams Hall
• the Ft Myers bus
• Tin Tabernacle
•  Ronnie Nunn
• watching (tom?) stuart and mike tallent chaw tobacco, sharing a spittoon in the lobby of adams hall
• loosing weekly at nine ball to mike tallent & others in the basement of adams
• Mike Battle
• dodging tear gas in the quad
• playing footsie with the natl guard over barricades on 19th st.

This thread is making me feel young...which is nice.

I remember blocking Curtis Jeffries's shot during a pickup game, feeling a surge of confidence, and then being schooled to the point where Curtis consistently drove past me the rest of the game.

I remember Oscar's throw-it-off-the-backboard catch and dunk, down 14 at the time with 5:40 left, to St. Bonaventure.  GW came back and won, and there wasn't a three point shot at the time.

I remember watching Brian Magid and Dave Hobel and wishing that there was such a thing as a three point shot.

I remember the first time I saw Christopher.  Rarely have I ever laughed so hard.

I remember that the first Colonial I ever saw introduced into a starting lineup was Tom Glenn.  Tom was a poor man's Mike Hall.

I remember running into Chris Mullin and Patrick Ewing in Long Beach just prior to the 1984 Olympics.  I immediately mentioned to Chris that I was good friends with Mike O'Reilly (who had been Chris's high school teammate and one of his closest friends).  I was in.  Chris, Pat and I stood on a pier and talked for about 15 minutes.  I remember thinking that Brent Musberger probably would have wanted this opportunity.

I remember when the prize for a student making a halfcourt shot at halftime was tuition.

I remember the last time Georgetown ever played at Smith Center.  Their NCAA team beat our dismal team in double overtime.  That was the beginning of the end.  JTII promised to honor the final year of the eisting contract (Georgetown won easily at Capital Centre behind freshman Patrick Ewing) and we've never seen them again.

I remember Nip Rogers, Dan Sullivan and Doug Vander Wal.  Determining which was which was another story.

These are great posts, guys.  Love to read about this stuff.

My earliest basketball memory was going with my family to the "old" Garden to see the Knicks play the Philadelphia Warriors with Wilt.  The old Garden really was Square, or at least rectangular.  From the outside, it looked just like a big office building.  My brother swears it was the game after Wilt scored 100.  I don't think so, but it was that season.  My first taste of the NBA -- the Knicks, who were perennial cellar dwellers, went up by around 20 late in the first half, and I was delirious until my dad said (something like), in the NBA, the good teams sleepwalk for most of the game.  The only score that counts is the final score.  That was almost 50 years ago!  What's changed?  Sure enough, the Warriors rallied in the 4th quarter to win.

My main memory of GW basketball when I went there ('77-'80) was the parking lot at 21st and H (obviously no longer there) where the schedule was posted.  Every year I walked by and saw that the first bunch of games were against schools like Alderson-Broaddus and West Virginia Tech.  It seems like all three years, GW was something like 9-3 before the conference schedule started, 5-9 in the conference, and out of the conference tournament in the first game.  I remember the first time I was in the Smith Center and saw that weird floor, whatever it was made of (not wood).  My Contracts Professor (Ginsberg, a great guy) was a big fan and I remember he came in the morning after the Georgetown game where Esherick made the late shot to beat us, and lectured the students for studying too much and not going to support the team. 

--  I still sometimes pine for an Isabella special with hot peppers.  Divine!

--  Stealing the Georgetown base drum at McD.  I think it was Sigma Nu that did it but sure.  We returned it.

--  Playing pick-up games in the Tin Tabernacle with some of the basketball team and city guys.  One night I blocked Mike

     Battle's shot (he was 6'7", I'm 6'4").  That was fun.  Szczerback (sp?) had a great bank shot.

--  Games at Ft. Myer

--  Sunning on the roof of Mitchell Hall.  The girls from Thurston would come over.

--  Watching Tom Rosepink average 29.5 p.p.g. his freshman year.  Then he lost his shot.  Some say because of weightlifting over the summer.  I recall seeing him run to the basket, make a half turn in the air and do a two hand stuff behind his head. I was an inch taller and couldn't do that. Only problem with Tom is that he like to fight too much off court.    B-T-W, in answer to another post here, last I heard Tom was General Manager at Houston Airport Marriot and is chair of the board or directors Hotel & Lodging Assn. of Greater Houston.

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--  Marches on D.C. protesting the Vietnam war.  Students from around the country sleeping in the dorm halls.

 I love these types of threads!

Keep them coming and thanks for sharing.

How about the Thurston Beach?

 I remember watching Curtis Jeffries, Tom Glem and Mike Zagardo take Rory Sparrow and John Pinone down to the wire driving rollie Massimino crazy.  I remember the comeback against Wisconsin and Wes Matthews.  I remember the game against Stetson on the night of the Blizzard of 78 when the Smith Center became a shelter for stranded motorists. I remember Mike Sampson squaring off against Sam Clancy and scoring 36 which was the record for the Smith Center for many years.  I remember hanging out with Bucky Roman and what a great guy he was.  I remember thinking God must have taught Brian Magid to shoot.

I remember the last home game my senior year against West Virginia putting on a tweed  sport coat grabbing a Wall Street Journal and a kazoo and joining my friends in spontaneously performing as the Wasp Marching Band at halftime.  Today it would be a flash mob!

Ronnie (The Gun) Nunn beating Navy at the last second on a shot that I swore was five feet away from me in the stands at Ft. Myer, then refereeing my intramural game two days later.  Ralphie Barnett's beautiful left handed layup to beat GU at McD - I can still bring back the entire play - rebound off of a free throw miss, outlet pass, and Ralph rambling down the court.  Babe McCarthy screaming, "Come awn, reaf", or shout, "Domino," his version of four corners.  Following the team to Charlottesville to watch them beat Chip Case and the Cavaliers, and to Blow Gym at W&M, where there was a track around the second tier upstairs, almost right on top of the end line.  Walt Szczerbiak taking a foul shot, seeing me right above, and smiling and waving in between free throws.  The "hidden ball trick" in the East Carolina football game at whatever the field was called in that last year.  The Blue Goose bucket of bolts bus that the band used to travel to games in.  That first year that Mitchell Hall became a dorm, with old time elevators and operators.  Tear gas - the smell of protest.  And holding my breath every time the GW score is about to be posted on ESPN, or the newspaper, or wherever I access it - still- over 40 years later.

I remember as a ninth grader in Arlington going with my older brother to see a GW  vs. Citadel football game held at Washington-Lee High School's War Memorial Staduim (I still have the ticket stub) in the fall of 1965.  I guess Gary Lyle was quarterback (I don't recall) and I beleive the Citadel won (not sure).  The stadium was walking distance from my home.

I remember pre-registering for my freshman semester in the summer of 1969  because I had been advised that the $57/hour rate would increase to $60/hour by the Fall.

I also recall the old student union (pre-Marvin Center completion) on G Street next to the Fire Station.  It was in operation for one semester before the Marvin Center opened.  It now houses the Psychology Department?  I used the fourth floor (game tables, study areas and a TV room that faced G Street.  That TV room had a beat up red Morrocan leather sofa with real horsehair stuffing.  It was so-o-o comfortable to lay on it. 

I  remember the old GW Campus Club bar next to the Luthern Church where Tom Rosepink used to imbide and hold court.  The place was a chick magnet, a guys from Northern Virginia magnet (not necessarily GW connected) and a fight a night place.  The place rocked.

A little sedgeway story about the Campus Club.  After GW I became a commissioned Naval officer (Summer training in Newport, RI).  One of the guys who graduated with me went on to  flight school and became a Naval air navigator pilot.  He later lost his plane in the Pacific and washed out as a pilot and went into submarine warfare.  I spent my last year in the Navy at the Naval Sub base New London and ran into him.  He told me this story that when he was a pilot, he was stationed in Corpus Christi, Texas.  The Navy used to encourage pilots and navigators to take their assigned jets out for a spin on weekends (keep up their flying skills).  These planes fly very fase so you can get to LA in a couple of hours or same for Jacksonville or Andrews Air Force Base in the DC area.  The guys would all agree on a single destination and each place has a favorite bar.   If they decided on Andrews Air Force base, the favorite bar was the GW Campus Club!

I remember getting up at 5:45  a.m. to drive to the Thompsons Boat House to shove off in a crew shell by 6:25 a.m. for crew practice.  Around late February or March it was so cold that ice would form on the oar lock riggings and ice would form in my hair from my sweat.  However, rowing so increased my energy level that I did not feel the cold.  A classmate called George Ibars held down a parttime job as well as rowing for the crew.  He was pre-med.  He would take classes at night, study, sleep a bit and then go to his night job at the Watergate.  He was the night concierge in the lobby.  He would get off at dawn just to go to the boathouse and stroke the crew shell.  Afterwards he  would go to breakfast and to classes.  How the hell did he do it?  George became a doctor and lives in the Miami area.

I remember when a lot of us  undergrads were local from Northern Virginia and Maryland.  Today the only local guys are Lonergan's recruits for the basketball team.

DM

Would you please expand?  Not following what you mean.

Thanks

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The Mike Battle shoe problem, for instance. I remember Randy Click  facing Maryland at Cole, they had the ball and we had no way of getting it and Randy just dropped to the floor with all the drama that he could muster. The refs stopped the play and later the rules were changed, in part, by that great move.

I remember:

They chanted: "Let's go Hoyas".

We chanted "What the hell is a Hoya?"

They chanted "We're number one".

We chanted "Number one what?"

After they took the drum back, they chanted "We got the drum".

After we won the game, we chanted "You got the drum, we got the game"

Great memories of the late sixties.

How come nobody I ask remembers Superdorm?

That was Mabel Nelson Thurston Hall.  All women when it opened.  Men could visit on Sunday afternoons only.  Doors open, and one foot on the floor at all times.  Those rules changed pretty quickly.  The Freshman Directory - "Pig Book".  Marrocco's on Pennsylvania Avenue.  And Joe Lalli making opposing point guards crazy at Ft.  Myer.

Loving all these Buff and Blue memories... Colonial Nation is alive and well...

I remember Mike Brown coming to Foggy Bottom as "The New Washington Monument"  and then fellow Garden State hoopster Troy Webster joining him at GW - everyone had high hopes for the bigtime. 

I remember those large hoops schedules posted on boards on the side of the old music townhouse, facing Marvin Center at 21st & H.  Later, when GW was knocking rowhouses down almost daily and razed the music building, the university put poles up for the schedule boards.  That corner became motorcycle parking for a while.

I remember chanting "Georgetown Sucks" at the Smitty, no matter who GW was playing!

I remember the George mascot with the giant rubber head - the mascot person had to look, breath and eat/drink from a hole in the front of George's "neck."  He had to lean the giant head back and put a straw up the the hole and it looked like our mascot had a trachiotomy!  When he ran, his giant rubber face would billow and I remember some fans throwing gum at the head to see if it would stick.

I remember my roommate and I going to "the 'bone" way too often for burgers and he loved those Isabellas. 

I remember Freshman year seeing stickers for sale in the GW Bookstore that were old and they had a logo that looked like Notre Dame's ND and fighting Irishman but the two big letters were "GW" with a Colonial leaning on the letters.  There was a whole stack but I only bought one and stuck it on my window in Madison Hall.  Wish I had bought all of them!

Huge pocket sandwiches - usually chicken or egg salad - at the first floor cafeteria in Marvin Center.

The travel board on the ground floor of Marvin Center, listing states and cities over all the country.

The late, great Fraternity Row along G Street, between 20th and 21st streets, where you could go from party to party even if you didn't belong to one if them - a great GW tradition.  I remember taking an english final in Stuart Hall across the street , with the windows open, and the parties had begun  so I know summer was about to begin!

Meeting some of the best people in the world.

- tracheotomy.

 World Buttery, Emersons, Blackies Jr. and Bur Bee Chick.  John Holloran's 38 at Cole Fieldhouse...the single most memoral performance I have ever seen by a Colonial.   That last shot miss by Mike Battle vs. Syracuse that, had it gone, would have sent us to the NIT (when it meant alot more).   The bus that left from in front of the student center to Fort Meyer.   Bill Knorr...as the bouncer at the Rathsekeller.  Clyde Burwell.  Playing touch football in the quad behind the library.   Mixers at Marymount, Trinity, Dunbarton College, and anywhere else Catholic girls could be found.   The All Night bakery.  The rendering plant off of the Whitehurst Freeway.   The prosthetics store on 21st and K.  25 cent beers at the Campus Club.   Tommy Rosepink at the Campus Club.  

I had better luck with the Jewish girls than with my co-religionists, but I did hit all the schools you mention, LSF, yet I remember being a chronically shy youth.

I also saw most every football game and bball game mentioned here. I'm all but certain that I saw a GW football center score a TD on a trick, unbalanced line play. But, I was drunk at the few football games I attended. Also attended a sworee at the Russian Embassy at age 17, and got drunk on vodka. I was offered a job as a student "writer" for Soviet Life magazine, but somehow, I think I really was being offered something else.

I went to the Campus Club with no more than $2.00 in my pocket, got sloshed, and made it home with spare change. My best pal at the time had even less  cash: he'd grab other guys' beers and smokes when they got up to dance.

I saw a guy get his neck slashed at the Campus Club, too. I had a high school pal who died the same way, and I still have thoughts of each.

I cannot imagine anybody dumb enough to square off against Bill Knorr, but I think a Hoya did just that. Still, Terry Grefe, and even Joe Lalli, were more exciting pugilists, just a couple years earlier.

 Oh, and I almost forgot (thank you FFNY)...Pot O' Gold.   And of course double features at the Circle Theatre.  And Mr. Henry's.  And the Washington Star and Daily News.  Trips to Baltimore to watch the Bullets.  Porn on 14th Street (so someone told me).  Gillies.

The mention of Emersons brings back the notion of something like 25 cent all the beer you can drink, perhaps not the wisest thing to offer on a college campus. The steak was sub-prime as they say in the mortgage business, but think they had a salad bar and anyway, all the cheap beer (maybe National Boh or something like that) that you could drink for perhaps a quarter.

Just telling one my kids that dinning services would haul out a keg on steak nights in the cafeteria. Nowadays,,that would bring mass arrests.

  Never heard of the Campus Club. When did it close?

Campus Club was on G  Street, I believe between 20th and 21st, amidst the frats and row houses.  It appeared to be a row house converted to a tavern.  Although called the "Campus Club", it was not affiliated with GW and seemed to attract more off campus types than GW students, even though there were plenty of GW students who attended.  Can't say I remember much more about it other than the aforementioned cheap beer.  I don't know when it closed, but I can't imagine it made it out of the 70s...maybe into the 80s.

 Changing the lights at the Fort so we could see the game.

Because I actually used to read Playboy:

1) Playboy mentioned the Campus Club once as a place for guys to go in DC.

2) Playboy's Anson Mount mentioned GW football, I think in his first "Pigskin Preview," as an upcoming power in college football.

I'm pretty certain that both mentions came after the two institutions were dead and done with.

And, I think the club was beween 19th and 20th. Either way, it was easy to find.

mmmmmm... the World Buttery!  And the late , great 21st Amendment.