Remembering the last time #Hawks played Washington in the playoffs

This time, the Hawks are slight favorites. Thirty six years ago, Atlanta pushed the defending NBA champions, led by Elvin Hayes and Bob Dandridge, to the brink in a classic seven-game series.

It should not have taken the Bullets so long to realize that their
tormentors, ballyhooed as the mechanical creation of that raging
martinet, Hubie Brown, were instead a collection of dogged,
talented opportunists; that these Hawks could scratch and peck; and
that this was a hungry, dedicated and dangerous bunch simply
itching to prove something at somebody’s expense.

R.I.P. Dan Roundfield

Dan Roundfield, arguably the best pure power forward in Atlanta Hawks history, drowned Monday off the coast of Aruba. He made three All-Star teams as a Hawk and was a regular on the NBA’s All-Defensive squad. Roundfield averaged 10 rebounds or better in each of his seasons in Atlanta and was a decent scorer, as well, averaging better than 17 points a game.

My adventures with Rankin Smith, and other tales of Atlanta’s other sports teams

(A mostly Falcons flashback, with a Hawks cameo)

In Atlanta the 1980 Falcons were football’s version of the ’91 Braves. Not quite the same, because the NFL schedule can’t compete with the daily drama of a pennant race. And then there’s the recognition factor. Everyone knew the Lemmer and Smoltzie and TP. How many knew Bob Glazebrook or Jeff Yeates?

More than you think, actually. Edgar Fields’ “attackin’ ” and Billy Ryckman‘s “chewin'” merited a shout out in a musical ode to Rankin Smith‘s Falcons, along with the greatest Falcon of them all: “Bill Andrews’ moves.” Except no one called him Bill.

I had a strange connection to those Falcons, having spent some time as a child around the Falcons owner. Rankin was always good to me and, to a kid, the antics of an alcoholic are amusing (as long as he or she is not your parent).

I remember Rankin, after a few too many cocktails, blowing off firecrackers in our backyard with my forklift driving aunt (it wasn’t the 4th of July). Their introduction was also memorable.

Mom: “Barbara, this is Rankin Smith. He owns the Falcons.”

Babs: “I don’t give a shit what he owns. What am I supposed to do, kiss his feet.”

Rankin had found a drinking buddy.

When I was about 6 or 7 he took me and his young daughter out on a john boat to buy candy from a little general store off Lake Lanier. We got lost. Rankin had a few too many but did manage to find his dock before midnight.

Then there was the big neighborhood New Year’s party. Rankin, after a few too many, tumbled into a pit dug for a pig roast. Fortunately, the coals hadn’t been lit.

But the Falcons owner often was. My mom’s best friend, who was close with Rankin, came over one day early in 1987 amid the Falcons’ search for a new head coach. The rumor mill had everyone from Bill Parcells to John Madden taking  the job. Squirrely NFL insider Fred Edelstein’s “sources” had Bill Walsh looking for homes in the Atlanta area.

I was going to get the inside scoop.

“He’ll end up hiring Marion again,” my mom’s friend told me.

No. Can’t be.

Rankin had fired Marion Campbell 11 years earlier after the Swamp Fox managed but six wins in 25 games. He fared slightly better in Philly, leading the Eagles to a 17-29 record in three years. Coaches with 23-48 records usually don’t get a third chance, but Rankin and Marion were fishing buddies.

Two days later, Marion got his third chance. An 11-32 record guaranteed it would be his last.

The Hawks clip, from 1989, highlights the vaunted Moses Malone era. Frustrated by the team’s inability to get past the Celtics, Stan Kasten brought Moses Malone and Reggie Theus to the Hawks amid expectations they would bring Atlanta its first title.

Instead we ended up with Bob Weiss, “the only person to be affiliated with the Clippers’ franchise in all three cities of the organization’s history. He was a player with the Buffalo Braves, an assistant coach with the San Diego Clippers, and a head coach with the Los Angeles Clippers.” Some pedigree, but he was still better than Marion.

I had lost interest in the Hawks by then, having gone to college in Athens. But in the mid-80s they were the best ticket in town, and we had excellent seats.

My dad, a financial planner, had secured Scott Hastings and Randy Wittman as clients so sometimes we’d sit among the Hawks wives (Doc Rivers’ spouse was a knockout, BTW). Poor Jon Koncak‘s wife never missed a game, which says a lot since her husband was reviled by fans. I felt sorry for her but felt cheated that I couldn’t join in the chorus of boos for Jon Contract, who in 1989 made more than Magic Johnson or Larry Bird.

A Hawk soars in the NBA Finals

Yes, that was an ex-Hawk sinking the three-pointer that won Game 5 for Dallas — probably the closest Atlanta will ever get to the finals. Baseball desperately needs a World Series as compelling as this championship has been. Last one I recall happened 20 years ago.

Speaking of the NBA, I think we can agree that not only is Scottie Pippen the ugliest player ever, he’s also one of the stupidest.

“Michael Jordan is probably the greatest scorer to ever play the game. I may go so far as saying LeBron James may be the greatest player to ever play the game.”

James has 11 points in the fourth quarter this entire series.

Still a Braves town (on TV, at least)

WSB’s Zach Klein tweets:

@Braves vs Phillies = 4.7 rating. @Atlanta_Hawks vs Bucks in Gm 2 playoffs did a 3.8

Congrats to the Hawks, who appear poised for a showdown with Orlando in the conference semifinals. The franchise last advanced past the semis in 1970, when Richie Guerin was coach (and a back-up guard).