St. Joe’s Prep Triumphs Over Roman Catholic: A David vs. Goliath Tale in the Catholic League

January 10, 2025 By in Uncategorized Tags: , , , , Leave a comment

The story of St. Joseph’s Prep’s stunning victory over nationally ranked and defending Philadelphia Catholic League champion Roman Catholic feels almost biblical in its scope. Over the decade I’ve known St. Joseph’s Prep Head Coach Jason Harrigan, his coaching exploits have often reminded me of the tale of David and Goliath. Last night, Harrigan’s Hawks summoned the courage and tenacity to topple a seemingly insurmountable giant, leaving me contemplating the famous passage from 1 Samuel 17.

Jordan Ellerbie, St. Joseph’s Prep

The game, initially scheduled for the Horowitz “Sixth Man” Center, was moved to Bensalem High School due to lingering HVAC issues. Despite the change in venue, the anticipation remained high as Harrigan’s Hawks faced off against Chris McNesby’s mighty Cahillites. Roman Catholic, with their powerhouse roster and Broad Street swagger, seemed poised to extend their reign. But Harrigan, and Jordan Ellerbie, like the young shepherd David, were ready to defy expectations.

The Battle on the Hardwood

The game itself was a physical slugfest, akin to a battle between two heavyweight boxers exchanging body blows. Neither team could find an offensive rhythm, which only underscored the meticulous preparation and defensive schemes orchestrated by Harrigan and McNesby. The intensity on the court was palpable, as every possession felt like a struggle for survival.

Chris McNesby, Roman Catholic Head Coach

Roman’s Shareef Jackson, a sturdy 6’8” Lafayette commit, has long been the league’s dominant force. His imposing presence and exceptional low-post technique make him nearly unguardable at the high school level. Yet, Harrigan devised a strategy to neutralize Jackson, deploying constant double-teams and relentless physical play to disrupt his rhythm. Jackson was held to a mere six points—a testament to Harrigan’s tactical brilliance.

Shareef’s younger brother, Sammy, also struggled offensively, going 0-for-7 from the field. With Marquette Head Coach, Shaka Smart, in the stands, less than 24 hours after vanquishing Thomas Sorber and the Georgetown Hoyas, Sammy could not make a shot while playing a solid and unselfish floor game. Roman’s mercurial sophomore point guard, Tyler Sutton, managed only eight points on 3-for-12 shooting. Senior guard Sebastian Edwards emerged as Roman’s most effective scorer with 13 points, including three crucial three-pointers, but even his efforts weren’t enough to overcome the relentless Hawks.

Ellerbie and Jason Harrigan

Ellerbie’s Heroics and Harrigan’s Vision

The game’s defining moment came from Florida Gulf Coast commit Ellerbie. With the game on the line, he delivered a masterclass in clutch play, scoring a game-high 16 points and sealing the victory with a left-handed baseline finger roll as time expired. It was a play that echoed David’s decisive sling stone, felling the mighty Goliath.

Just as David chose his simple shepherd’s tools over Saul’s heavy armor, Harrigan relied on grit, discipline, strategic ingenuity and some big fuckin’ balls. His ability to inspire his players to rise above their limitations has been a hallmark of his coaching career. Nine years ago, Harrigan led an unheralded Del Val Charter squad to a stunning victory over nationally ranked Imhotep Charter in the District 12 3A final. Last night, he did it again, proving that no opponent is invincible when preparation meets belief.

Shifting Power Dynamics in the Catholic League

Roman Catholic’s dominance over the past quarter-century has bred a sense of entitlement among its fans. The Cahillites have often dismissed their Catholic League rivals, with only Neumann-Goretti and occasionally Archbishop Wood posing serious threats. However, the winds of change seem to be blowing through the league.

As of now, St. Joseph’s Prep, Cardinal O’Hara, and Father Judge boast perfect 3-0 records, while Bonner-Prendie sits at 2-0. Conversely, traditional powerhouses like Archbishop Wood (0-3), Archbishop Carroll (0-3), and Neumann-Goretti (0-2) are struggling. Even Archbishop Ryan narrowly avoided a disastrous 0-3 start with a historic comeback. Meanwhile, Father Judge defeated Imhotep on a neutral court, and Devon Prep appears ready to challenge for a seat at the Catholic League’s top table.

St. Joseph’s Prep’s victory over Roman Catholic may portend a potential paradigm shift in the Catholic League. Under Jason Harrigan’s leadership, the undersized Hawks are emerging a symbol of resilience and strategic excellence. His ability to slay giants has not only reinvigorated the program but has also disrupted the established power dynamics of the league.

For one night, at least, David triumphed over Goliath. The question now is whether Harrigan’s Hawks or the other rising contenders can sustain this momentum and usher in a new era of Catholic League basketball. Regardless, one thing is certain: Jason Harrigan can slay a national power, and the story of St. Joseph’s Prep’s victory will be told for years to come.

The Afro-Sheen Light Skin Brother Bowl: A Game Worth Watching, A Moment Worth Celebrating

January 3, 2025 By in Uncategorized Tags: , , , , , , , Leave a comment

Next Thursday, American history’s getting made, plain and simple. Two Black coaches—Notre Dame’s Marcus Freeman and Penn State’s James Franklin—about to go head-to-head for a shot at the big prize: the National Championship. For Black folks, this ain’t just about football; it’s about kicking down doors that’ve been bolted shut for far too long. But, like clockwork, social media’s lit with white fans scratching their heads, asking why we’re even talking about race. To them, it’s just a game. To us? It’s a revolution.

Black folks know that for most of the 20th century, NCAA D1 colleges and universities wasn’t fuckin’ with us… At all…

The Long Shadow of Jim Crow

See, college ball didn’t always have space for Black excellence. For far too long, American Apartheid shaped collegiate sports. Back in the Jim Crow days, Black athletes were locked out of big-name programs, forced to shine in HBCUs while white players soaked up all the national mainstream media attention and glory. When integration finally hit in the 1970’s, Black players broke through, but the coaching ranks? That’s where the gate stayed locked.

And don’t get it twisted—the system wasn’t just about who could run the fastest or throw the farthest. In ‘87, Al Campanis, a Dodgers exec, told the world Black folks didn’t have the “necessities” to lead. Translation? “We don’t trust y’all to steer the ship.” Those words stuck, seeping into locker rooms, boardrooms, and beyond. Today, that bias may not wear the same ugly face, but it’s still lurking.

Breaking Through the Ceiling

Now here come Freeman and Franklin, rewriting the script. Many of the same cameras and microphones that have been prominently positioned in front of Coach Prime since August, will be pointed at these brothers. With everything on the line, Freeman and Franklin ain’t just holding clipboards; they’re running powerhouse programs, proving that leadership ain’t tied to skin color. For Black fans, it’s more than bragging rights; it’s decades of sweat, tears, and unshakable determination finally paying off.

But the pushback always comes. Some folks argue that sports should be colorblind, that the game’s about skill, not skin. Sounds nice on paper, but let’s be real: race has always been a lead actor in the American story. Black folks have felt the sting of fewer opportunities, lower pay, and higher scrutiny. That’s the backdrop to Thursday’s game, whether well-meaning white folks want to admit it or not.

A Call for Grace

To the white fans who don’t get the hype: this ain’t about excluding you; it’s about uplifting us. When we cheer for Freeman and Franklin, we’re cheering for progress—for the young Black kid watching the game, dreaming of calling plays someday.

Grace ain’t hard to give. It’s about understanding a joy that might not be yours to feel but is yours to witness. It’s about letting us celebrate without questioning the why. Because in moments like this, the why is woven into our history… American history.

Eyes on the Prize

This game’s bigger than football. It’s a chance to honor how far we’ve come and to fuel the journey ahead. For Black America, it’s a rare and beautiful milestone. For everyone else, it’s a reminder that progress, no matter how slow, is always worth the cheer.

So let’s savor this moment, not as a wedge but as a bridge. Let’s lift our voices for what’s right and what’s righteous. Because when the dust settles, it’s not just about who won the game—it’s about who changed the game.

The Light Skin Brother Bowl is ’bout to be lit like a Muthafucka…

The Philly Flavor Behind Delaware State’s Rise to MEAC Glory

December 27, 2024 By in Uncategorized Tags: , , , , , Leave a comment

PHILADELPHIA, PA – On a brisk Saturday afternoon, December 28, 2024, the Delaware State Hornets swagger into Hagan Arena, on City Avenue, ready to measure themselves against the Saint Joseph’s Hawks. For the Hornets, this isn’t just another game—it’s a homecoming of sorts. The roster hums with Philly flavor, a testament to the keen eye and relentless hustle of Assistant Coach Horace Owens. Owens, a name that carries tremendous weight in Philly hoops, has orchestrated a symphony of second chances and unpolished gems, bringing together a crew that embodies the grit of their hometown.

Stan Waterman, now in his fourth year as head coach, has steadily turned Delaware State into a competitive program, raising eyebrows with each passing season. But the secret sauce of his success recruiting the City of Brotherly Love is the man beside him: Horace Owens. Known simply as “Pappy” to those who run the city’s courts, Owens’ reputation precedes him. A McDonald’s All-American in 1979, Owens has been both a player and a sage, with his finger on the pulse of Philly basketball for decades.

Robert Smith, Delaware State

Owens’ recruiting prowess lies in spotting what others miss—diamonds in the rough. Take Robert “Man-Man” Smith and Muneer Newton, for example. Both were All-Catholic League stars whose talents were initially deemed too raw or unorthodox for Division 1 programs. Smith began his collegiate journey at a Division 2 school, while Newton found himself in the NAIA. But under Owens’ guidance, they’ve blossomed. Smith has emerged as one of the MEAC’s premier guards, averaging 16.1 points per game while shooting 42% from the field and 35.2% from deep. His scoring binges against Alabama State, NJIT, and Delaware—where he poured in 26, 27, and 22 points respectively—serve as warnings to Saint Joseph’s.

Stan Waterman, Delaware State Head Coach

Newton, meanwhile, has become the Hornets’ quintessential glue guy, chipping in 6.8 points and 5 rebounds per game while taking on the unenviable task of guarding the opposition’s top forward. And then there are the Watson twins, Kareem and Kaseem, who started their college careers at Cal State Bakersfield before Owens lured them back east. Kaseem, with his 12.8 points and 6.2 rebounds per game, has become a cornerstone of Delaware State’s success, while Kareem’s contributions add depth to a squad that’s hungry for respect.

The Hornets arrive in Philadelphia with a 7-6 record and a spot atop the MEAC standings. For them, this game isn’t just about basketball; it’s about proving that Philly talent doesn’t just belong on big-name rosters but can thrive in overlooked places like Dover, Delaware. Their opponent, Saint Joseph’s, represents the establishment: a well-heeled A10 program with a storied history and a home-court advantage that can turn Hagan Arena into a cauldron. The Hawks are heavy betting favorites, but the Hornets’ gritty Philly core has never been one to back down from a fight.

Muneer Newton, Delaware State

Ray Somerville and Muneer Newton’s inside presence will need to counter the Hawks’ big men, while Smith and Kaseem Watson will have to carry the scoring load. But more than Xs and Os, this game will come down to heart—and no one embodies that more than Horace Owens. His fingerprints are all over this squad, from the way they defend to their relentless approach to the game.

Saturday’s game will be a clash of styles: the relentless offensive barrage of Saint Joseph’s versus the raw, unyielding grit of Delaware State. For Owens, it’s another chance to show that his eye for talent is unmatched, and for the Hornets, it’s an opportunity to put their program on the map. Win or lose, one thing is certain: the Hornets will leave it all on the court, embodying the scrappy, resilient spirit of the city that shaped them.

A Tale of Three Coaching Hires: Temple, Norfolk State, and Delaware State

December 27, 2024 By in Uncategorized Tags: , , , , , , , 1 Comment

PHILADELPHIA, PA – Temple University’s recent hiring of K.C. Keeler as head football coach has raised eyebrows, especially when juxtaposed with the bold moves by Norfolk State University and Delaware State University. Both HBCUs have decided to roll the dice, following the Jackson State blueprint and hiring high-profile former NFL stars to lead their programs. The contrast is striking, and it raises questions about the strategic decisions underpinning each hire. Is Temple’s choice a calculated move grounded in a traditional approach to developing college football programs, or is it an exercise in playing it safe in the NIL/transfer portal era when bold action is sorely needed? Let’s talk about this shit.

Delaware State Head Coach Candidate, Desean Jackson

Temple Football: A Program in the Abyss

Let’s not mince words: Temple football is ASS! Over the past five seasons, the Owls have compiled a dismal 13-42 record. In an era dominated by NIL deals and the transfer portal, the Owls are woefully unequipped to compete. So much so, that on November 18, 2024, Inquirer Columnist Marcus Hayes argued that the Temple football “program probably needs to go away.” Quarterbacks at other programs are pocketing millions, while Temple’s head coaching position doesn’t even come close to matching that level of compensation. Add to this the widespread perception of an unsafe campus in North Philadelphia—a reality punctuated by frequent reports of murders, armed robberies, and home invasions involving students—and you’ve got a program fighting a gunfight with a butterknife.

The Owls’ attendance woes at Lincoln Financial Field underscore their plight. While the Eagles sell out every game with an average attendance of nearly 70,000, Temple struggles to draw even 14,000 fans on Saturdays. To put it bluntly, they can’t give away tickets. Nobody is paying hard earned money to watch Temple struggle against Coastal Carolina and North Texas.

Recognizing these challenges, on November 26, 2024, Black Cager Sports publicly called for Temple to consider hiring a high-profile former Eagle, like Brian Dawkins or Jason Kelce, to rejuvenate the program. The logic was simple: inject star power, attract media attention, and leverage NFL prestige to appeal to recruits and reignite fan interest. Philadelphia is, after all, a football town, albeit one where the Eagles monopolize the energy. A beloved former Eagle at the helm could have been the spark Temple football desperately needed.

Norfolk State and Delaware State: The Prime Effect

While Temple opted for tradition with Keeler, Norfolk State and Delaware State have embraced the Coach Prime model. On December 2, 2024, Norfolk State introduced Mike Vick as its new head coach in a press conference that felt more like a star-studded gala. With Allen Iverson and Bruce Smith in attendance, the hire radiated cultural significance and media magnetism.

Similarly, Delaware State is finalizing a deal with DeSean Jackson. Like Vick, Jackson brings NFL pedigree, charisma, and name recognition to the table. Both hires reflect a growing trend among HBCUs: leveraging the cultural capital of NFL stardom to transform their football programs. It’s a strategy pioneered by Deion Sanders at Jackson State and now being tested at Norfolk State and Delaware State.

These moves are not without risk. Neither Vick nor Jackson has extensive coaching experience. But as Sanders demonstrated at Jackson State and now at Colorado, NFL stardom is a currency that resonates deeply with recruits. It’s not just about X’s and O’s; it’s about access, visibility, and credibility. Recruits see an opportunity to learn from and be mentored by someone who has reached the pinnacle of football success.

Arthur Johnson, Athletic Director, K.C. Keeler, Head Coach and President John A. Fry

Temple’s Safe Play: K.C. Keeler

On December 1, 2024, Temple announced the hiring of K.C. Keeler, a seasoned coach with a proven track record. Keeler boasts national championships at Delaware and Sam Houston State, along with a history of consistent postseason appearances. His credentials are impeccable, and on paper, he’s an excellent hire.

But here’s the rub: credentials alone won’t solve Temple’s myriad challenges. The Owls don’t just need a competent coach; they need a savior. Someone who can galvanize a fractured fanbase, attract top-tier recruits, and restore relevance to a program that has become an afterthought in its own city.

Can Keeler convince top prospects to live, learn and practice on North Broad Street? Will he be able to lure impact transfers from the portal to Norf Philly? What’s his pitch?

Keeler is a traditional choice, a steady hand on the tiller. But steady doesn’t sell tickets, and it doesn’t land four-star recruits. In the NIL era, Temple needs more than competence; it needs charisma and cachet.

Kelce, Dawkins, Vick and Jackson ooze that shit… Each and every one of them is DAT DUDE…

The Quasi-Experiment

With Temple taking the traditional route and Norfolk State and Delaware State betting on NFL stardom, we have a real-time quasi-experiment unfolding. Which approach will prove more effective in revitalizing struggling football programs? While it’s too early to draw conclusions, the early indicators are telling.

Temple’s choice reflects a belief in stability and experience. Norfolk State and Delaware State, on the other hand, are banking on the transformative power of star power. The latter approach may be riskier, but it’s also far more aligned with the realities of modern college football.

The Case for Bold Action

Temple’s decision to go with Keeler feels like a missed opportunity. In a city that bleeds green for the Eagles, hiring a beloved former player like Brian Dawkins or Jason Kelce could have electrified the program. The media buzz alone would have been invaluable for a university grappling with declining enrollment and waning athletic fortunes.

Dawkins and Kelce are not just football legends; they are cultural icons in Philadelphia. Their presence on the sidelines would have lent instant credibility to the program and created a recruiting pitch unlike any other. Imagine a high school player being recruited by a Hall of Famer or a Super Bowl champion. That’s the kind of edge Temple needs.

Conclusion

As Norfolk State and Delaware State forge ahead with their high-profile hires, Temple’s choice of K.C. Keeler stands as a stark contrast. Time will tell which approach yields better results, but one thing is clear: Temple’s football program is in dire need of a spark. Whether Keeler can provide it remains to be seen. For now, the Owls remain in the abyss, and the question lingers: What could have been if Temple had dared to dream bigger?

The Case for Maryland’s Derik Queen: College Basketball’s Unsung Freshman King

December 24, 2024 By in Uncategorized Tags: , , , , , , , , Leave a comment

PHILADELPHIA, PA – There’s a peculiar artistry in the way college basketball operates, and no one embodies this nuanced game better than Maryland’s magnificent freshman forward, Derik Queen. At first glance, Queen’s physique might not inspire the awe reserved for his contemporaries, Duke’s Cooper Flagg and Rutgers’ Ace Bailey. Both Flagg and Bailey are prototypical NBA superstars — 6-foot-9 athletic marvels with explosiveness and grace that defy physics. Watching them sprint down the court, leap skyward, and finish with electrifying dunks is a spectacle. They embody the kind of raw athleticism that defines highlight reels. But basketball isn’t determined by high jumps, long jumps, or sprints; it’s a nuanced game, requiring precision, strategy, and a mastery of subtle skills. Herein lies the genius of Baltimore’s Derik Queen.

Queen, alongside Georgetown’s Thomas Sorber, thrives in the overlooked aspects of basketball. Their games are steeped in nuance—a masterclass in reading the court, positioning, and elevating teammates through skill and intelligence. Casual fans might marvel at Flagg’s and Bailey’s dazzling athleticism, but for those who understand basketball’s intricacies, Queen’s brilliance shines through. He may not soar the highest or run the fastest, but Queen’s mastery of the mental and technical elements of the game sets him apart as the best freshman big in the nation.

Yup… I said it! The youngbul from Baltimore is the BEST freshman big in the nation…

Basketball IQ and Skill: The Queen Advantage

Queen is a basketball savant, blending size, intelligence, and skill in a way that redefines the modern forward’s role. His scoring efficiency (59.5 fg%) is extraordinary, but it’s how he scores that makes him special. Unlike many big men relegated to traditional post play, Queen is a versatile scorer. His face-up game is a dance of grace and power, an intersection of finesse and ferocity. Possessing the feet of a ballerina and the build of a defensive lineman, Queen’s combination of agility and strength is unparalleled.

His ability to create off the dribble is uncanny for his size. Queen’s fancy footwork, counters, pivots, and pump fakes leave defenders guessing. Whether he’s shaking a defender with a dribble move or drawing them off their feet with a well-timed fake, Queen generates clean looks with surgical precision. These aspects of Queen’s game have been on full display throughout the early part of this season.

This scoring prowess forces defenses to collapse on him, creating opportunities for his teammates. This leads us to Queen’s most exceptional skill: his passing.

Passing as a Superpower

Queen’s passing is not just impressive—it’s transformative. His vision and ability to deliver pinpoint passes make him the fulcrum of Kevin Willard’s offense at Maryland. Consider the evolution of the NBA’s expectations for big men: today’s centers and forwards are expected to orchestrate offenses and facilitate play. Queen is ahead of this curve. At Montverde Academy, he played alongside future NBA talents like Cooper Flagg and Liam McNeeley, yet the offense often frequently ran through him. Despite the talent-rich environment, Queen’s 58 assists in 27 games showcased his ability to create for others. He currently averaging 2.3 apg for the Terps.

His passing isn’t merely functional; it’s dynamic. Queen reads the floor with the precision of a chess grandmaster. He anticipates defensive rotations, exploits mismatches, and threads the needle to open teammates. His halfcourt passing is a revelation, featuring precise interior feeds, kick-outs to shooters, and sharp dishes to cutters.

Unlike many young players, Queen doesn’t merely react to the game—he dictates it.

Comparing the Contenders

To fully appreciate Queen’s game, we must acknowledge the brilliance of Cooper Flagg and Ace Bailey. Flagg, the projected number-one pick, is a two-way phenom with defensive versatility and an offensive arsenal that screams NBA superstar. Bailey’s explosiveness and scoring touch make him equally enticing. These players are the future of the NBA, and their raw potential is unmatched. However, basketball games are not won solely by physical attributes. While Flagg and Bailey soar in transition, Queen dominates in the halfcourt, where games are often decided. His superior court vision, basketball IQ, and ability to control tempo make him invaluable.

Georgetown’s Thomas Sorber deserves recognition as well. Like Queen, Sorber thrives in the nuanced aspects of basketball, using his physicality and intelligence to impact the game. Together, Sorber and Queen represent a shift toward valuing the cerebral side of basketball. They are masters of positioning, timing, and teamwork—skills that often go unnoticed but are critical to success.

Why Queen is the Best

Queen’s ability to combine scoring, passing, and leadership is what separates him. His game embodies the evolving role of big men in basketball. He’s not just a scorer or a passer; he’s a complete player who makes everyone around him better. His skill set is tailor-made for the modern game, where versatility and intelligence reign supreme. While Flagg and Bailey may headline the highlight reels, Queen is the player you build a team around.

Derik Queen is basketball distilled to its essence: a nuanced, strategic, and beautiful game. He may not win a track meet against Flagg or Bailey, but when the ball is tipped, and the game begins, there’s no freshman you’d rather have on your side. Basketball is more than athleticism; it’s artistry, and Derik Queen is the master artist of this freshman class.

I like my #BMoreYoungin over all of ’em…

Ed Cooley’s Vision: Sorber’s Path from Trenton to NBA Stardom Starts Now

December 24, 2024 By in Uncategorized Tags: , , , , , , , Leave a comment

PHILADELPHIA, PA – The sun was playing peek-a-boo behind the Philly skyline, June 2023, as I strolled into “Philly Live,” the kind of basketball jungle where reputations are forged and dreams find traction. Every year, John Mosco and Andre Noble gather over 150 hungry squads, each one packed with kids chasing a hoop dream. It wasn’t my first rodeo, I’ve attended each and every year since it’s inception. The gym was crowded, loud, and buzzing with scouts and whispers, but one game drew my attention—not because of the action on the hardwood, but because of who was standing beside me. Georgetown Head Coach, Ed Cooley.

Thomas Sorber, Georgetown’s freshman center/power forward

Now, if you know basketball, you know Cooley. He’s not just a coach; he’s a craftsman, with well-earned reputation for molding raw talent into polished gems. He had his eye fixed on one of his own, Thomas Sorber, a young big man from Archbishop Ryan, part of Philly’s fiercely competitive Catholic League. On the court, Sorber was doing what he does best—owning the paint, swatting shots like flies, and moving the ball with a finesse you don’t expect from a kid his size. Cooley leaned in, his voice steady but electric.

“Del,” he said, with a quiet authority that didn’t leave room for doubt, “I’m gonna develop Thomas into an NBA player. When he leaves Georgetown, he’s going to the NBA.”

Ed Cooley

It wasn’t a brag or a pitch—it was a statement of fact. And I believed him. How could I not? Cooley’s track record was bulletproof. Sorber had the frame, the skill, and the fire. All he needed was Cooley’s steady hand and a couple of years surviving the Big East grind. At least, that’s what we thought.

But life, like basketball, loves an upset. Nobody told Sorber he was supposed to take his time. Fast forward to last night: Seton Hall vs. Georgetown. A Big East slugfest in Newark, New Jersey. Sorber, now a freshman, lit up the scoreboard—19 points, 8 boards, 4 blocks, 2 assists, and 2 steals. The Hoyas edged out a nail-biter, 61-60, and now sit at 10-2. For the first time since the Sasha and Malia were playing tag in the White House, Georgetown’s two games above .500 in the conference.

The young man from Trenton, who honed his craft in the crucible of Philly’s Catholic League, isn’t just making waves—he’s dragging the Hoyas out of the depths and putting the Big East on notice. Ewing. Mourning. Mutombo. Hibbert. Sorber. Damn, that lineup’s got a ring to it.

Big Thomas is the next GREAT GEORGETOWN BIG MAN!

Cooley didn’t just call it—he sped up the clock. Year one, and Sorber’s already building a legacy. And me? I was there at the start, when a coach with a vision and a kid with a dream crossed paths in a steamy gym in Philly. This ain’t the end of the story—it’s the prologue.

Coatesville’s Freshman Phenomenon: Colton Hiller’s

December 22, 2024 By in Uncategorized Tags: , , , , , , Leave a comment

Allow me to introduce you to a young Chester County hustler on the hardwood, straight outta Coatesville.  Standing a proud 6’5″, this freshman named Colton Hiller steps onto the court like he’s been there a thousand times before, the kind of confidence you can’t teach but only admire. His jump shot? It’s a thing of beauty—pure poetry in motion. When he lets it fly, you’d swear he borrowed Jerry West’s stroke, tucking his elbow tight like a secret and pointing it at the rim like he’s aiming down the sights of destiny. The follow-through is the exclamation point, a silky salute to a ball that’s already thinking of kissing the net.

Coatesville freshman Colton Hiller

Coatesville has a history of breeding ballers who play the game like it’s second nature. Richard Hamilton made his way from these streets to UConn and then the NBA, gliding through defenders with the same ease he probably walked through hallways back in high school. John Allen took his hustle and tenacity to Seton Hall, and Jhamir Brickus—a magician with the rock—handled his business at La Salle before landing at Villanova. These legends built their names one bucket, one crossover, one clutch moment at a time.

And now there’s Hiller.

He’s got the body of a man and the raw talent of a prodigy, but his game is seasoned beyond his years. In addition to NBA 3-point long balls, he’s starting to master the art of the 1-2 dribble midrange, that lost treasure most players won’t dig for. The youngbul is moving like a chess player, thinking three steps ahead, and when the defense collapses, his passing finds teammates like a jazz musician hitting the perfect note.

Coatesville Head Coach John Allen

The next four years? They’ll be a ride for anyone lucky enough to watch this kid. He’ll play in packed gyms where the air buzzes with the dreams of a city that loves its basketball like family. Every game will add to the legend, every highlight reel another chapter in the story of Hiller. Where he’ll wind up after Coatesville is a question only time can answer. Will it be UConn, Seton Hall, Villanova—or some other kingdom where his game will reign supreme?

But for now, we get to sit back and enjoy the show, watching a young king rise. This is Coatesville basketball. This is history in the making. And Hiller? He’s writing it one jumper at a time.

Hannah Hidalgo: The Unquestioned Queen of College Basketball

December 13, 2024 By in Uncategorized Tags: , , , , , , , , Leave a comment

PHILADELPHIA, PA – In many ways, I have lived like a sports fan version of Forrest Gump. An ordinary hoop head from Philadelphia, I’ve somehow managed to stumble into key moments in the modern history of women’s basketball—all without realizing their significance at the time. This story isn’t about my serendipitous journey, but about the tenacious brilliance of one player I’ve unknowingly followed since she was a shy, unassuming kid with a basketball in her hands. Her name is Hannah Hidalgo, and she’s the best player in women’s college basketball today.

It was the summer of 2017, and I was attending a Team Final grassroots basketball event at Life Center in Burlington, New Jersey. My eyes were on future NBA stars like Cam Reddish, Louis King, and Isaiah Stewart, as well as a couple of my youngbuls, Sam Sessoms and Matthue Cotton. The competition was intense, the gym buzzing with the kind of energy that comes with elite talent. But off to the side, barely noticeable amidst the chaos, was a young girl dribbling a basketball like it was an extension of her body.

She couldn’t have been more than 12 or 13 years old, but her handle was mesmerizing. She manipulated the ball with an ease that reminded me of Allen Iverson or Kyrie Irving. One of my close friends, NBA agent Stephen Pina, grabbed my arm and pointed at her. “Del,” he said, “she’s the one. That’s Hannah.”

“Really?” I replied, unsure.

“Yo… remember I told you. She is the one.”

At the time, I didn’t think much of it. Women’s basketball wasn’t on my radar, and while I respected her dad, Orlando Hidalgo, as one of the best basketball minds in the Greater Philadelphia Region, I had absolutely no idea I was witnessing the genesis of greatness.

A couple of years later, Hannah was a high school freshman. Orlando called me one day to share the news that she was attending Paul VI High School and that he’d be coaching her. “Hannah likes South Carolina,” he said. “Could you reach out to Dawn Staley?”

Staley, a Philly legend of the highest magnitude herself, was at the helm of the nation’s top women’s basketball program. I made the call, but in my heart, I wasn’t sure if Hannah could embody the intense physicality and relentless grit of a Gamecock.

Imagine that shit… Father please forgive me, for I knew not what I was thinking…

Moreover, Dawn had her pick of the nation’s best guards, including MiLaysia Fulwiley, a South Carolina high school legend. Fulwiley, was a four-time South Carolina Basketball Coaches Association (SCBCA) Player of the Year, a five-time SCBCA First-Team All-State, and a WCBA All-American. She was also named a McDonald’s All-American and a Naismith (third team) All-American.

Fulwiley grew up a stone’s throw from the Arena where Staley has established the preeminent program in women’s college basketball. Fulwiley would eventually commit to Staley and the Gamecocks.

It was not meant to be… While Dawn, Hannah and Orlando kept in touch, it wasn’t meant to be. Hannah would have to find another home.

In the meantime, she turned high school basketball into her personal showcase. As a senior, against Camden High, she scored 40 points, along with 6 rebounds, 6 assists, and 12 steals. Facing powerhouse Morris Catholic, she dropped 41 points and added 7 rebounds and 7 steals. Against nationally ranked Westtown, she went nuclear with 48 points, 11 rebounds, and 8 steals. Watching her play was like witnessing prime Oscar Robertson—except she did it with a defensive tenacity that bordered on ferocious.

Eventually, she announced her commitment to Notre Dame. I was there, like Forrest Gump, camera in hand, recording the moment but still failing to grasp its significance. I knew she’d be very good. I didn’t know she’d become the very best.

As a freshman at Notre Dame, Hannah took the college game by storm. She averaged 22.6 points, 6.2 rebounds, 5.5 assists, and an astonishing 4.6 steals per game, earning first-team All-American honors. Still, entering this season, some debated whether JuJu Watkins or Paige Bueckers was the best player in the country. Those debates have been laid to rest.

Plainly, stated… Hannah BUSSED DEY ASS! Real Rap…

Hannah has consistently risen to the occasion against the best competition. She outplayed Watkins in Notre Dame’s victory over USC and followed that up by leading the Irish to a win over the undefeated, second-ranked UConn Huskies, outdueling Bueckers in the process. Her performances have been nothing short of legendary, and her relentless drive is what sets her apart.

Hannah Hidalgo doesn’t just play basketball; she imposes her will on the game. She bullies the best players in the nation. She is the embodiment of tenacity, a player who thrives on the biggest stages and against the toughest opponents. Every steal, every basket, every defensive stand feels like a declaration: “I belong here. I’m the best.”

Stephen Pina, for once in his life, was absolutely right. She is the one. And now, the rest of the basketball world knows it too.

A Tale of Two Catholic High Schools: Basketball and Brotherhood Across Baltimore and Philadelphia

December 9, 2024 By in Uncategorized Tags: , , , , Leave a comment
Head Coaches Jason Fisher, Devon Prep (l) and Nick Myles, St. Frances (r)

BALTIMORE, MD – Baltimore has become my second home. Whenever I take the familiar drive down I-95, my excitement builds as I anticipate the sights, sounds, and unique flavors of Charm City. Today was no different. My pilgrimage started, as it often does, at Chap’s Pit Beef. Remember back in season 2 of The Wire when Wee-Bey, Stink, and Savino take Dee to the Chaps and Bey ordered his sandwich with extra horseradish.  They all asked him how he can eat it with all that heat. Wee-Bey said the trick is to “not to give a fuck boy!”

Channeling my inner Wee-Bey, I said `FUCK IT` and went all-in on the pit beef sandwich with extra horseradish. It was the kind of meal that leaves your sinuses clear and your soul satisfied. As I finished, I couldn’t help but think think of Wee-Bey’s infamous interrogation room quip: “Fuck it… For another pit beef sandwich and tater salad, I’ll go a few more (admit to more murders).”

Can’t say I can relate to those circumstances, but I’ll take a couple parking tickets for sure.

My destination was St. Frances Academy, a hallowed institution in Baltimore and a National basketball powerhouse that has come to feel like family. Today, they were hosting Devon Prep from the Philadelphia Catholic League, the defending Pennsylvania PIAA AAA state champions. The matchup was a collision of worlds—Baltimore’s grittiest versus one of Philly’s toniest.

St. Frances guard Kamauri Lawson scored 11 points

A Study in Contrasts

St. Frances Academy sits in the heart of Baltimore, a stone’s throw from the Baltimore City Detention Center, its iron gates standing sentinel in a neighborhood where resilience is a way of life. Founded in 1828 by Mother Mary Lange and the Oblate Sisters of Providence, St. Frances has always been a sanctuary for the underserved. Nearly 80% of its students live at or below the poverty line. Tuition, though modest at $9,000 annually, is waived or reduced for most families.

By contrast, Devon Prep’s picturesque campus sprawls over 20 pristine acres on the Main Line in Chester County. The facilities are immaculate: a mansion-turned-classroom building, STEAM labs, and a recently completed $5.7 million renovation that would make any university envious. Their multi-sport field house gleams under the lights, a testament to a $31,000-a-year education and a steady stream of donor generosity.

As I pulled into the St. Frances parking lot, I was struck by the presence of the Main Line supporters of the Devon Prep squad. Devon Prep had the parking lot resembling a UGK video set. Range Rovers, S-Class Mercedes Benzes, 7-series BMWs, Telsas, etc. Maybe… Just maybe… Pimp C and Bun B were gonna spit a few bars at halftime.

Devon Prep’s Zane Conlon finished with 8 points

This dichotomy extends to the basketball court. St. Frances, under Coach Nick Myles, thrives on grit, aggression, and relentless defense. “The gym is the workplace,” Myles often says, and his players take it to heart. The Panthers are greedy… They want the ball… They relentlessly pursue it on the defensive end. Myles teaches his guys to always want the ball and the only way to always have the ball is to constantly take it back through defense.  

For more than a decade, I’ve watched as Myles has ingrained this into his players. Relentless effort comes from relentless work in practice, this tenacious approach to the game can be jarring for those new to the St. Frances Academy approach.

Devon Prep, led by Coach Jason Fisher, employs a measured and cerebral style. Fisher implements a version of the offense pioneered by Pete Carrill at Princeton some years ago. Many contend that this offense benefits a team whose players are less athletic than their opponents. But I tend to disagree, the offense requires all players to be good passers, ball-handlers, and good outside shooters, as well as possess a high basketball IQ. If you have players like that, you can probably win with any offense, As deployed by Fisher and Devon Prep, the Princeton offense is a more deliberate offense, oftentimes with many passes each possession. This tends to slow the game down, controlling the tempo, usually resulting in lower game scores. When effective, with its calculated passes and deliberate pace, the Princeton offense reflects the academic rigor of Devon Prep—a thinking man’s game designed to neutralize athletic disparity.

Nick Myles “shoe game” was on point

The Game

When these two programs first met, a couple years ago, at the Black Cager Fall Classic, Devon Prep emerged victorious, their methodical precision frustrating the Panthers under Pennsylvania’s no-shot-clock rules. But today was different. Playing under Maryland rules with a 35-second shot clock, St. Frances was in its element.

The Panthers gave the Tide 32 minute of Hell!

From the opening tip, the Panthers imposed their will. Myles’s squad pressed relentlessly, disrupting Devon Prep’s rhythm and forcing turnovers. The gym buzzed with energy as St. Frances raced out to an early 20-7 1st quarter lead, fueled by their signature defensive intensity. Fisher’s carefully orchestrated offense never found its footing. The shot clock eliminated any chance of slowing the game to Devon Prep’s preferred pace, and the Panthers seized the moment.

It was an ol’ fashioned ass whuppin…

Despite the lopsided score, the game was a masterclass in mutual respect. Both teams played with honor, and the sportsmanship on display was a testament to the shared values of these two fine Catholic institutions.

Brotherhood Through Basketball

For all their differences, St. Frances and Devon Prep share a commitment to excellence—on the court, in the classroom, and in their communities. St. Frances’s legacy of service and perseverance echoes in the hearts of its students, while Devon Prep’s commitment to innovation and opportunity prepares its graduates to lead.

On my way home, I kept getting a hankering for one of those authentic Baltimore crab cakes Omar was eating in the car. So, I stopped at a spot Angel Reese introduced me to… Mo’s Seafood. Two crab cakes, one broiled and one fried, to go. As I drove back to Philadelphia with a bag of crab cakes riding shotgun, I reflected on the beauty of this emerging rivalry. Basketball is more than a game—it’s a bridge between worlds. St. Frances and Devon Prep showed us that the game’s true power lies in its ability to unite, to teach, and to inspire.

Back in Philly, it’ll be cheesesteaks, roast pork sandwiches and familiar faces, but Baltimore will call again soon. And when it does, I’ll be ready—with pit beef and crab cakes sandwiches in hand and my heart set on the hardwood.

Aasim “Flash” Burton and Shon Minnis: The Road Less Traveled

December 7, 2024 By in Uncategorized Tags: , , , , , , , , Leave a comment

PHILADELPHIA, PA – Philly youth and high school is dominated by conventional wisdom, high-profile high school transfers and shoe-sponsored travel teams often dictate the trajectory of a young player’s career. However, two guys from South Philly, Aasim “Flash” Burton and his mentor, Shon Minnis, have crafted a path that seems to echo Robert Frost’s timeless reflection in his 1916 poem The Road Not Taken. Every decision made by Burton and guided by Minnis over the past five years could be characterized as a deliberate divergence from the norms of Philly basketball’s unforgiving system. Each choice was calculated, often scrutinized, and yet, in the end, remarkably effective.

The First Fork in the Road

Burton’s journey, one marked by thoughtful strategy rather than flashy optics, began when he was a very talented eighth grader with undeniable talent and a world of options. His decision to attend Math, Civics, and Sciences (MCS) Charter High School—a school with a respectable basketball pedigree but outside the traditional powerhouse orbit of Imhotep Charter or the Catholic League giants Roman Catholic and Neumann-Goretti—was met with skepticism.

Why you sending him there?

Why not join a program guaranteed to compete for championships in the fabled Palestra? Why not be part of one of the machines that churn out Division I prospects year after year? The answer, as Minnis would later explain, was rooted in a long-term vision. At MCS, Burton would play meaningful minutes early in his career, honing his skills against strong competition without being buried on a deep bench. The short-term objective was to actually PLAY meaningful games and develop a nuanced feel for the intricacies of the game and not become another workout warrior. Minnis understands that chairs and cones don’t play defense. For two years, Burton thrived at MCS, developing into a multi-dimensional player who could not just contribute but lead.

Another Road Less Traveled

As he entered his junior year, Burton and Minnis decided to pivot. This time, they sought the rigor of the Philadelphia Catholic League, but once again, their choice raised eyebrows. Instead of transferring to Roman Catholic, Neumann-Goretti, or another storied program like Archbishop Wood, Burton enrolled at Cardinal O’Hara—a program more often seen as an underdog than a contender.

This move seemed, to some, like a misstep. Minnis was told by prominent members of the local basketball aristocracy that he was “fucking up” Burton’s opportunity to land a division 1 scholarship. The naysayers LOUDLY noted that O’Hara lacked the glitz and glamour of Imhotep or the Catholic League’s traditional powers, but Minnis saw opportunity where others saw mediocrity. At O’Hara, Burton would have the chance to shoulder the load, to truly grow into his role as a point guard and leader. It was a choice emblematic of Minnis’s philosophy: prioritize substance over style, development over hype.

A Different Kind of Summer

Then came the summers, where the stakes in grassroots basketball are, arguably, higher than during the high school season. Kids play in front of hundreds of college coaches and scouts at a time instead of the 2 or 3 that might attend a good scholastic game. In Philly and other basketball hotbeds like Baltimore, Washington, D.C. and New York/North Jersey, most elite prospects gravitate toward Nike’s EYBL, Adidas’s 3SSB, or Under Armour’s UAA Circuit. Burton had already scratched his shoe company itch the previous year by dabbling with Team Final, a Nike EYBL powerhouse, enjoying the spoils of elite competition and coveted swag. He had a closet full of flip flops, headbands, shorts and, of course, the shoes. But when faced with the choice of returning to Team Final or joining another shoe-sponsored team, Burton, with Minnis’s counsel, opted for East Coast Power, an independent club based in King of Prussia.

They took the road less traveled…

This decision, like the others, was rooted in pragmatism. Playing for East Coast Power meant guaranteed playing time, a chance to truly command the floor as a point guard, and focused, personalized attention from coaches who prioritized his development for the next level. It also meant stepping away from the spotlight that many young players covet. But as Minnis often reminded Burton, the goal wasn’t to chase fleeting validation but to build an impactful and sustainable college career.

By the end of summer and just before the onset of his senior year, Burton’s unconventional choices were beginning to pay off. He had developed into a polished floor general, capable of running an offense and playing with poise under pressure. The work done by East Coast Power’s staff, coupled with Burton’s own maturity and growth, attracted interest from a host of mid-major programs. And when Rider University came calling, Burton and Minnis knew it was the right fit.

The Commitment

Burton’s decision to commit to Rider before his senior season was yet another departure from the norm. Many players in his position, with multiple mid-major offers, might have held out, hoping for offers from schools in higher-profile conferences like the Atlantic 10, the American Athletic or even the Big East. But Burton trusted his instincts and leaned into a philosophy that Minnis instilled in him and served him well: choose the place that truly wants—and needs—you.

These South Philly Muthafuckas truly blocked out all the noise…

Rider offered Burton not just a scholarship but a clear vision for his role within the program. Head Coach Kevin Baggett made it clear that Burton wasn’t just a recruit; he was a cornerstone for the team’s future. Burton appreciated the brutal honesty of Rider Assistant Coaches Geoff Arnold and Dino Presley. These guys are incapable of sugarcoating anything related to basketball. Minnis, ever the realist, tempered expectations but remained confident. Before the start of Burton’s freshman campaign, Minnis predicted, “He’s not gonna be ready to start the first game,” Minnis said, “but he’ll be starting by the time they begin playing league games.”

Tonight… True to Minnis’s prediction, Burton made his first collegiate start in just his 10th college, and 2nd MAAC league, game. The man knows his protege… His performance thus far suggests he will be a fixture in Rider’s lineup for years to come—a testament to the power of patient, deliberate choices in a world often obsessed with instant gratification.

The relationship between Burton and Minnis has been central to this journey. Minnis, a self-described “basketball lifer” with a quiet wisdom honed through decades in the game, has been the steady hand guiding Burton through a labyrinth of pressures and expectations. Minnis’s experiences navigating the high school and college recruiting processes for his own son, Biggie Minnis (Texas Tech, Rhode Island and Wright State), and stepson, Jamir Hanner (Marshall and Buffalo), gave him the perspective needed to help Burton avoid common pitfalls.

At every juncture, the two have chosen what Frost might call “the road less traveled.” And as Frost so poignantly concluded, “that has made all the difference.” For Burton, the difference isn’t just about where he is today but the foundation he has built for the future—a foundation rooted in authenticity, hard work, and a refusal to conform for conformity’s sake.

In an era where basketball decisions are often dictated by trends and peer pressure, Flash Burton and Shon Minnis have shown that there is another way. Their story is not just a basketball story; it’s a story of trust, vision, and the courage to forge one’s own path. And in doing so, they remind us that the road less traveled, though fraught with challenges, often leads to the most rewarding destinations.

Some real South Philly Shit… #Respeck