PHILADELPHIA, PA – For the past 40 years, I’ve had a front-row seat to Phil Martelli’s brilliant college basketball mind—from the days when his “office” at Saint Joseph’s was little more than a converted broom closet in Alumni Memorial Fieldhouse to his 24-year reign as head coach. Phil was, and remains, my guy. And because he’s my guy, I’ve also been privy to the quiet confidence, the generational rivalries, and the Philadelphia-bred connections that have shaped the modern era of women’s college basketball.
This Sunday’s national championship game between Geno Auriemma’s UConn Huskies and Dawn Staley’s South Carolina Gamecocks isn’t just a battle of the sport’s two best programs—it’s a collision of legacies, Philadelphia ties, and a coach’s unshakable belief in his homie.
At the peak of Geno’s dominance, when his UConn teams seemed invincible, I’d pop into Martelli’s office and tell him, “She’s coming.” Dawn Staley—the North Philly legend, the Raymond Rosen Projects product, the point guard who played with the ferocity of someone who knew the game owed her nothing—was closing the gap. Martelli, ever loyal to his longtime friend Geno, would shrug. “Nah, Del. Geno’s got this thing wired.”
But then A’ja Wilson arrived in Columbia. Then came the national titles, the undefeated seasons, the undeniable truth: Dawn Staley had ascended to the throne once occupied by Pat Summitt and Geno himself. Now, she stands alongside Kim Mulkey as the new standard-bearers of the sport. And yet, Geno—ever the competitor—wants his crown back.
This morning, at 6 a.m., my phone buzzed with texts from Martelli. Of course, he’s riding with Geno. That’s what Phil does. But me? I’m riding with Dawn, the kid from NORF Philly who turned into a queen.
May the best team win. But know this: No matter the outcome, Philadelphia’s fingerprints are all over this game. And that, more than anything, is worth celebrating.
The Black Cager 