Purple Pride Jan/Feb 2010, Evansville Living Magazine
When Roberts Stadium opened on the East Side in the early 1950s, the
12,500-seat arena — part of then-Mayor H.O. “Hank” Roberts’ campaigned
“Program of Progress” — was dubbed “Hank’s Tank.”
The University of Evansville men’s basketball team moved in, and the
Purple Aces home games sold out. Fandom was rampant. Coach Arad
McCutchan was in the middle of his NCAA Hall of Fame career. He led
players with star power, including NBA Hall of Famer and current Utah
Jazz coach Jerry Sloan. McCutchan’s teams won five national titles in
the NCAA college division, the precursor to Division II.
When McCutchan retired, a young and promising Coach Bobby Watson began
a new era in Division I in 1977. The passionate UE fans who had been
selling out Hank’s Tank for two decades found a renewed spirit. Shortly
into the season on a cold December night, the team boarded a plane
headed to Nashville, Tenn., for the fifth game of the year in
Murfreesboro. A combination of airplane complications led to a tragic
crash. The entire team died in the accident. The season was canceled,
and the UE athletic department was left to rebuild.
Successful junior college coach Dick Walters took over, and under his
tenure, the team earned its first NCAA Division I tournament bid. Then,
Jim Crews became the new head coach in 1985. After four trips to the
NCAA tournament, Crews left to coach at the Army. (His contract with
the Army was terminated in September.) The program was dwindling, and
there were a few tough seasons with Steve Merfeld, Crews’ successor.
Seven losing seasons later, UE fandom sputtered and nearly stalled
until Marty Simmons, a dominant UE forward from the 1980s, returned to
coach. His first two seasons have shown turnaround, improvement, and
hope fans need. Despite the hardships and setbacks, UE still has fans
who watch every bounce of the ball, hold their collective breaths with
every shot attempt, and cheer like it’s the 1950s. Here’s why they
remain so passionate — and positive.
Tim Otte was in elementary school when he attended his first UE
basketball game. When it was over, he marched into the locker room and
talked with the players. “It wasn’t like now — with all the security,”
remembers the 51-year-old Otte. “You could just walk right in there and
talk to them.”
The experience stuck with Otte, who was a UE sophomore when the plane
carrying the basketball team crashed. When the news reached his dorm,
it “was gut wrenching,” he says. The players were his classmates. “That
was probably the most painful thing I remember,” Otte says. “It was
like a part of me was being taken with them.”
The good memories carry Otte through the years, though. To this day, he
rattles off player names and stats like they’re the Pledge of
Allegiance: “The first (memory I have is from) ’71 when Don Buse threw
the ball up and hit the scoreboard. (Scott) Haffner scored 65 points in
’89. That was unbelievable. We were trying to figure out how many he
had in our heads. Parrish Casebier against Notre Dame, when he had 30
at halftime. Then going back to ’99 with Marcus Wilson. That was a fun
team to watch. I was at Marty’s last game. He hit 9 of 10 3-pointers.”
Simmons is the man Otte believes can restore some of the winning luster
to the program. “You only have to spend five minutes with him to tell
what direction the program is going,” Otte says. “It’s like an aura
he’s got.” Of course, last year marked UE’s first winning season since
2000, and Otte still feels Simmons’ aura when he attends home games
with his wife, Elizabeth. “Every game is like the most important game
ever,” Otte says.
The Ottes aren’t the only husband and wife duo who make attending games
a regularity. For five decades, Jim and Glenda Ralph have been regulars
at UE games. Jim’s spark ignited when he was a young Owensboro, Ky.,
resident rooting for the hometown’s Kentucky Wesleyan College. Their
great play was contagious, and Jim looked to support other regional
teams. UE was an obvious choice. He’d gather friends and drive 40 miles
to watch the Aces play in the Armory, the predecessor of Roberts
Stadium.
When Jim began a family — his wife, Glenda, and their son, Mitch — he
bought season tickets. The Ralphs experienced the same care and
compassion from the players as Otte did as a little boy. “The players
treated (Mitch) like he was their little brother,” Jim says. “One year
(1982), we won the Midwestern Collegiate Conference, and they picked
him up to cut the nets down with them.” That kind of openness continues
today. The Ralphs attend UE practices with Simmons’ encouragement.
“Marty thinks the boys benefit from having spectators at practice,”
Glenda says.
Not all fans found their enthusiasm during UE’s glorious 1950s and
’60s. When Greg Behrend, a South Dakotan, moved here in the mid-1980s,
he didn’t know the Aces existed. Soon, he was hooked. “Being a sports
fan, I’ve always said it’s the best show in town,” Greg says. “It’s
good family entertainment.” The consulting chemical engineer takes
business clients to games, too. “People always have more fun than they
think they’re going to have,” Greg says.
Greg’s passion — which he shares with his wife, Terry; daughters
Stephanie, 24, Melanie, 22, Shelby, 12; and son Tyler, 10 — for the
team is more than a love of basketball. He admires the program’s
integrity. “We’ve had some bumps in the road,” Greg says, “but we’ve
had a pretty good history of recruiting good kids.” He points to last
year’s standout Shy Ely, whose father is a pastor. (Ely now plays for
the Iowa Energy, a team in the NBA Development League.) The players
“are going to become successful members of society,” says Greg. “I want
to win with the right kids that learn how to be good examples in life.”
Still, there’s no mistaking the adrenaline rush Greg feels during games
— even when the team is not doing well. “That’s where the family part
of this comes in,” Greg says. “They stick together in tough times. UE
is a family.”
For Greg, the head of that family is Simmons. “Marty is a unique
situation for us,” Greg says. “It’s not a matter of if, but a matter of
when. You can see it in the practices. We’ve invited people to a ‘Come
Meet the Aces’ night, and I had eight come with me. They signed up for
season tickets.”
Luke Greenwell is part of that new generation of UE fans. This
36-year-old UE grad, who works in Evansville, has been a lifelong UE
fan, and he easily recalls his favorite Aces memories from the early
1990s when Crews’ teams were at their zenith. “It was a packed, rockin’
Roberts Stadium night in and night out. It just didn’t get any better
than that,” Greenwell says.
He’s the type of fan who paints his face purple and white. After
graduation, he bought season tickets, but he wanted to talk Aces
basketball outside his stadium seating. “There wasn’t anywhere online
to talk Aces hoops,” Greenwell says. As a communications professional,
Greenwell’s run promotional Web sites, and he launched a fan Web site, www.thepurplecode.com. He chats with other fans and updates Aces news.
If ever there were a “labor of love,” Greenwell’s Web site is one, and
he wants Aces basketball to be the hottest ticket in town again. “Maybe
a lot of the fair-weather fans can’t see it,” he says, “but something
special has started at Evansville under Simmons. I can’t wait to see
where he takes the program.”
-Written by Mark Mathis, photos by Mark McCoy
Up from the Ashes 1/29/09
It’s just after 6:00 p.m. on January 29th, 2009 in Evansville, Indiana, a good-sized town on the Ohio River. More than 500 miles to the northwest, Kaylon Williams runs excitedly off the basketball court at Drake University’s Knapp Center. The six-foot four-inch University of Evansville freshman has hit the game-winning shot from near mid-court in the final second to give head coach Marty Simmons his second road win of the season. The hard-fought victory was broadcast by radio to the many die-hard fans back in the Evansville area, who switch off their radios to proceed with Thursday evening plans - confident in the knowledge their Purple Aces are winning again. The rebirth of a long-proud basketball program that has uncharacteristically suffered quite a few losing seasons in a row is being orchestrated mostly by Simmons, himself a star player for Evansville in the 80s, himself a hero in the waning moments of past games.
The team’s record stands at 13-7,and the patience Simmons asked from fans last year during his first year as a division I head coach is now being rewarded. Simmons knew it would take some time for his team to learn and fully buy into his system and his style of tough, aggressive defense.
His Aces have upset Drake with an improbable come-from-behind win despite having to travel overnight by bus to the game due to icy weather that made the planned airplane flight impossible. The travel was annoying, but it was successful.
Flashback thirty-one years plus a couple of months: An even younger head coach and his raw, fledgling University of Evansville basketball team stand with the record of 1-3. The program, with its long history of championship success at the “small college” level has made the leap to its first year of division I competition. The town is enthused by the infectious charisma and confidence of the new coach, Bobby Watson, who covered the entire area prior to the season, giving speeches and generating excitement about his new ball club. Watson, like Simmons would three decades later, cautioned that it will take awhile before his team really starts to gel.
On December13, 1977, the players are anxious to start “gelling” even quicker than their coach’s preseason prediction. At the airport in Evansville, the team, including the optimistic thirty-four year old Watson, boards a plane on a damp, cold, fog-filled evening and hopes for a tough road victory against Middle Tennessee State. They’ve discussed the opposition and practiced their game plan. This is the type of moment they dreamt of growing up on elementary school playgrounds and in high school gyms throughout the area, and they want to show the town they belong at this level. They want to play well. They want to play smart. They want to win.
Sadly, the team will not taste victory. In fact, they won’t make it to Tennessee at all. They won’t make it more than a short distance from the airport. In one of the greatest sports tragedies in history, none of them will make it out of the night alive.
At 7:21 p.m., the plane carrying 29 souls crashes about 90 seconds after takeoff. Most of the people are ejected from their seats into a muddy, difficult to access area just outside of an Evansville subdivision and perish immediately. A small number of passengers survive the initial crash but live only a short time before being pronounced dead at a hospital. The families, friends, university and town are in shock, a shock that will spread to the entire sports nation by morning.
Later newspaper accounts will note the poor weather conditions, possible sudden wind gusts, improper weight balance on the plane, and maybe even errors by the crew as possible factors in the crash. Regardless of the exact cause, a university of around 2,000 students is shaken to its core. A town of 100,000 or so joins in the grief.
In the following years, the team was rebuilt and achieved notable success in the 80s and early 90s. Players like Brad Leaf, Theren Bullock, Scott Haffner (who once scored 65 points in a game for UE, sixth all time for a single game in NCAA division I history), Dan Godfread, Andy Elkins, Reed Jackson, Marcus Wilson, and the aforementioned Simmons brought wins and glory to the program. Head Coach Jim Crews received national attention as the team piled up wins in front of home crowds that regularly reached 9,000 and 10,000 in Roberts Stadium. The team advanced to play in the NCAA tournament a few times, despite being one of the smallest universities in division I sports.
However, the wins and game attendees became fewer by the mid 90s and the program has had difficulty putting together the kind of seasons the town of Evansville has come to expect.
Enter Coach Simmons.
The town has adopted optimism about the program again. Coach Simmons demonstrates a passion for the job, and a persistent desire to return the program to its winning ways. Interestingly, Simmons was recently named as one of “100 Legends” of Illinois high school basketball, as was Mike Duff, a young man who had immense potential, and who died in the UE plane crash.
No one who lived in Evansville in1977 will ever forget the events of that terrible night, a low point for the university. In 2009, however, there is every reason to be happy about the new UE basketball era that is underway. It goes without saying that no wins on the court can make up for lives lost, but somehow it seems to help the town’s psyche just a little bit when those beloved Purple Aces can bring home a win. On this date they stand just three wins from a guaranteed winning season. Something to enjoy. Something to build upon.