Trump v. Cuomo – The Battle of the Pipelines

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President Trump joined the pipeline battle last week by issuing two Executive Orders aiming at limiting the power of state officials to determine federal policy. One Order calls on the Environmental Protection Agency to streamline its process for awarding oil and gas permits and to expand the ability of the nation’s railroads to transport liquid natural gas. The other Order limits to the President personally the right to “issue, deny or amend” permits for infrastructure projects that cross international boundaries of the United States. Not surprisingly, the environmental community is appalled, and certain governors have blasted the Executive Orders as being a usurpation of state power by the federal government.

As discussed innumerable times on this blog, the permitting issue in the first Order revolves around something known as a Section 401 State Certification of Water Quality. This is a certification under the Federal Clean Water Act from a state confirming that any interstate pipeline that may result into a “discharge” into “navigable waters” within its boundaries will comply with the Clean Water Act.

Initially after enactment of this legislation, many states did not pay close attention to Section 401. They either did not act on requests for certification for more than a year, in which case the state’s authority to act was deemed waived, or trusted the applicable federal agency. This includes pipeline projects for which FERC, the Federal Energy Regulatory Commission, retains primary jurisdiction.

Enter New York Governor Andrew Cuomo. Cuomo was terrified of the power and influence of the New York State environmental community. Without really raising any specific good faith environmental objections, in 2016 Governor Cuomo ordered his New York Department of Environmental Conservation to deny the issuing of the Section 401 Certification for the Constitution Pipeline. This pipeline is a proposed 165 mile link running from the Marcellus Shale gas fields in Northeastern Pennsylvania to the Southern Tier of New York State. There, the Constitution would connect into another larger pipeline called the Tennessee Pipeline which led into New England.

Without this link, natural gas from the most prolific gas fields in the world now has no way of being transported to New England. Just five hours away from the Marcellus, Boston instead relies on natural gas imported over the ocean from Trinidad and Tobago, and at times from Russia. In effect what Governor Cuomo did was dictate energy policy not just for his own state but for all of New England as well.

Since Cuomo’s action, other governors have emulated his refusal, turning energy policy into a hodge podge of conflicting local policies and chaos. Using Section 401, Massachusetts, Vermont, Michigan and others have blocked the permitting of interstate pipelines coming within their borders, insisting against all evidence that the energy shortfall from denial of pipeline access can be made up with so-called “renewables”. Those on the ground who have to deal with the real world implications of this situation understand its ramifications. Consolidated Edison, the franchise power company in Westchester County New York, already was recently forced to declare a moratorium on new gas hookups as there is no available supply.  The needed gas is just two hours away in Northeast Pennsylvania, but Governor Cuomo won’t let it arrive.

While there are bound to be judicial challenges, President Trump’s Executive Order is the first step in the federal pushback against what actually can be seen as a state usurpation of an inherent federal power. Pipelines cross state boundaries.  Thus, they are classic examples of Interstate Commerce. Constitutionally, that should be a matter of federal and not local concern or jurisdiction.

From a purely legal standpoint, however, the President’s Executive Order may not work. It clearly raises innumerable legal issues about federalism, executive authority, environmental enforcement and numerous other legal concepts – many still untested in the courts. Also, it gives no real explanation for how a mere Order from the Executive Branch can override a federal statute, which clearly refers to the “licensing or permitting agency… from the State.”

Despite all of these uncertainties, however, the Order really had to happen – if for no other reason than to highlight the debate and the substantial energy dilemma that now exists in the Northeast as a result of the absence of rational and cohesive energy laws and policies throughout the nation. Within all of our laws there is an implied element of good faith. Nowhere does the Clean Water Act assume or provide that a state can purposely refuse to issue these types of permits for any reason based on that state’s unilateral policy decision. In reality, without ultimate federal control, the entire system could and likely will collapse. That certainly was never the intent of Congress in enacting Section 401.

While advocates of a “green revolution” intend to fight the President tooth and nail, their objections in the end will defeat their own cause unless they realize that we all are in this together. The Green New Deal talks about eliminating fossil fuels by 2030. However, even if this were scientifically possible (which it really isn’t without massive use of nuclear power that many reject for other reasons), Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, Ed Markey and their supporters offer no way of constructing the infrastructure needed to move, and especially store, renewable energy given the current system, available technology and the current level of state environmental rejection.

Although it almost doesn’t seem possible, the noise level over national environmental and energy policy will be ramped up following President Trump’s Executive Order. Each side will raise the specter of the apocalypse should the other side prevail. What really matters though, is what kind of system can be restored that retains federal control over interstate energy transmission, respects local concerns about environmental protection, pays due regard to the need to combat climate change, and guards against grandstanding politicians who will use whatever means they can to leverage local platforms as a way to assert control over all of our lives.

Questions? Let Dan know.

Daniel Markind of Flaster Greenberg

Daniel Markind is a shareholder at Flaster Greenberg PC with over 35 years of experience as a real estate and corporate transactional attorney. He has represented individuals and companies in the energy industry for over 20 years. Dan is a frequent lecturer on Marcellus Shale and other mineral extraction issues and is regularly asked to speak at conferences, in the media and at other venues regarding energy issues and their legal and political implications.

Is West Virginia Prioritizing The Past Over The Future?

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West Virginia Governor Jim Justice made one of the most curious gubernatorial moves in recent years recently, when he vetoed a bill that would have directed money to plug the Mountain State’s approximately 4,000 abandoned gas wells.

The bill, which had strong bipartisan support, would have decreased the State’s severance tax on low producing wells and directed other monies to a fund for the plugging of the abandoned ones.

To show how strong support was for the legislation, the House passed the bill 89-11 and the Senate 33-1. At a time when different political camps have difficulty agreeing on anything, the bill was supported by the oil and gas industry, landowners, the West Virginia Farm Bureau, and the environmental community. That kind of agreement from notoriously warring factions is almost unheard of.

Given that level and breadth of support, why did Governor Justice veto the bill? In his veto letter, the Governor objected to the tax rate cut on the low-producing wells and stated that the money to plug the abandoned wells should come from West Virginia’s General Fund. That seems a curious position given the positive environmental goal and the amount of public support.

Some see a nefarious purpose behind the Governor’s move. The “Marcellus Drilling News” suggested that the Governor vetoed the bill as a payoff to his supporters in the coal industry, specifically big coal mine operator Robert Murray. Indeed, last week the Governor signed a bill lowering the tax rate on steam coal used in power plants, but then turned around and rejected a cut in the gas tax rate payable by low producing wells and raising other funds to help clean up West Virginia.

It’s not a pretty picture. At best, the Governor committed political malpractice by blindsiding nearly everyone in the State. At worst, the Governor made a terrible choice to reward certain large coal operators at the expense of the citizens of West Virginia.

This all comes at a time when West Virginia is about to receive a massive $2.5 billion investment in an ethane cracker plant to support the gas industry. How Governor Justice explains his veto to the industry that is plowing money and resources into his economically depressed State will be interesting to watch in the weeks to come.

Questions? Let Dan know.

Daniel Markind of Flaster Greenberg

Daniel Markind is a shareholder at Flaster Greenberg PC with over 35 years of experience as a real estate and corporate transactional attorney. He has represented individuals and companies in the energy industry for over 20 years. Dan is a frequent lecturer on Marcellus Shale and other mineral extraction issues and is regularly asked to speak at conferences, in the media and at other venues regarding energy issues and their legal and political implications.

Marcellus Shale Update – When the Snow Turns Green

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Residents of the Siberian town of Pervouralsk have been horrified by a sight they never expected – green colored snow.  Vladimir Putin’s Russia, in the same way as the Communist Soviet Union, industrializes with little regard to the environment.  Now, pollution from a chrome factory in Pervouralsk turns snow a poisonous green.  Elsewhere in Siberia, pollution from open air coal pits in Kemerovo falls as toxic black snow and makes streets black and grimy.  Meanwhile, residents of Sibai in the Urals must wear masks due to choking smog from a copper factory.  Protests have broken out throughout Siberia and elsewhere.  Meanwhile, the Russian citizens’ trust in Putin has plummeted more than 33 percent since 2006.  The environmental mess, together with a stagnant economy and related issues, means that Putin now has popularity ratings south of Donald Trump’s.

The Russian environmental disaster shows the folly of American states like Massachusetts and New York that rely in any way on Russian oil or natural gas, then claim that this is environmentally superior to building pipelines from the Marcellus Basin.  Simultaneously, it’s a cautionary tale for the pipeline builders and the natural gas industry themselves about the importance of environmental responsibility in their operations.

New York and New England continue to pursue policies destined to produce both energy deficiency and environmental destruction.  The Boston Globe reported that two Massachusetts towns, Holyoke and Middleborough, have issued moratoria on new natural gas hookups due to lack of supply.  This follows Con Edison’s moratorium in Westchester County, New York.

Massachusetts’s supply constraint is the result of the Bay State’s failure to allow the build out of natural gas pipelines from the Marcellus Shale region of Northeastern Pennsylvania.  The Globe warned that many energy experts believe that while the State’s two largest gas suppliers, National Grid and Eversource, claim their natural gas supplies are adequate for now, that won’t last long.

Environmentalists in Massachusetts call for increasing supplies from Canadian hydropower and offshore wind, but fail to state what the grid to store and transmit that power would look like.  Skeptics also note that whenever a large offshore wind farm project is proposed there is mass opposition from many of the same environmentalists who oppose shale drilling.  Martha’s Vineyard, Nantucket, the New Jersey Shore, Chesapeake Bay, Vermont and others are places where offshore wind farms have been proposed but dropped due to local opposition.  Where exactly do we build the wind farms that the environmentalists want?

It is this type of idealistic, irrational thinking that results in environmental destruction.  Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez’s “Green New Deal” calls for eliminating fossil fuels in ten years.  Were this concept to pass, how would that occur?  Presumably, a politically appointed group would be authorized to decide unilaterally how and where energy is created, where transmission lines go, and how it gets stored.  To make this work at all, there could be little opportunity for public input.  There wouldn’t be enough time.  But how happy could the public possibly be ceding this kind of decision making to a politically appointed body?  And what about things like eminent domain and the need to seize private property for wind turbines, solar panels and the like; where and how will power storage occur when battery storage technology simply does not exist at present to meet the demands of the system; etc.  The result would be a disaster for our environment, if it could even work at all which is most dubious.

Of course, the opposite also is true.  The energy industry must show continually that it can preserve the environment as it performs its tasks.  Those who wish to see the end of the fossil fuel industry will not hesitate to point to every mistake that the industry makes as rationalization for its elimination.  This week the CEO of Energy Transfer Partners, the company building the Mariner East 2 pipeline, admitted that “we’ve made mistakes and we are correcting those mistakes and will not make those mistakes again.”  Let’s hope he means it.  Mariner East has been plagued with problems, and ETP has done little before to show it cares or that it even is aware of the depth of suspicion that exists toward its performance.

From a political standpoint, environmental degradation can have enormous consequences.  Putin, already facing dissention over his economic performance, must deal with the people who can’t understand why their snow now is poisonous.  The air in Beijing is so bad that Chinese Communist leaders no longer can just add more factories to China’s enormous metropolises.  Ironically, the pollution itself is the only thing capable of putting a stop to its creation.

It remains true that the greatest environmental destruction occurs in places wholly run by government.  The Massachusetts and Mariner situations remind us we need to seek the proper balance.  That will be a continuous but evolving process in which both public and private interests must participate.  Without both, our planet will not be safe.

Questions? Let Dan know.

Daniel Markind of Flaster Greenberg

Daniel Markind is a shareholder at Flaster Greenberg PC with over 35 years of experience as a real estate and corporate transactional attorney. He has represented individuals and companies in the energy industry for over 20 years. Dan is a frequent lecturer on Marcellus Shale and other mineral extraction issues and is regularly asked to speak at conferences, in the media and at other venues regarding energy issues and their legal and political implications.

2019 – The Marcellus In Winter

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To nobody’s surprise, Pennsylvania Governor Tom Wolf began his second term by calling for a mineral extraction tax to be layered upon the State’s local impact fee.  Of course, the Governor never mentioned the impact fee in his budget address, continuing his administration long policy of seeking to portray Pennsylvania as the only state that doesn’t tax the natural gas industry.

When the Governor first took office in 2015, he advocated the extraction tax as a way to pay for Pennsylvania schools. Now, he seeks the extra revenue to pay for Pennsylvania infrastructure.  Should the tax be approved, the connection to the schools would have been more beneficial to the industry (think of the public relations possibilities it would have brought the industry in every part of the State).  The infrastructure tie-in will not be as helpful, but given current economics the industry will fight the tax under any circumstances.

One thing that’s been made clear by a week-long trip to Texas and conversations with top gas company executives is the disconnect between the public’s perception of the financial health of the natural gas industry and its actual financial condition.  A decade of overproduction combined with insufficient pipeline capacity and low gas prices has caused gas company stock prices to plummet.  Now, the future viability of these companies is at risk.  As one executive put it, “we have no choice but to fight the extraction tax.  We don’t generate enough revenue to pay it.”

In a sense they’ve been trapped by their own success.  The Marcellus has yielded far more gas than most thought possible ten years ago.  Improved production techniques have decreased the cost of extraction, leading to overproduction.  Add that to the lack of pipeline capacity, the antiquated Jones Act prohibition against transporting liquid natural gas on the high seas from one American port to another except on American-flagged ships (of which there are none), and the proximity of gas to the oil being produced in the Permian Basin of South Texas (which has actually dropped the marginal cost of natural gas in that region to negative numbers), and you have the dire economic times facing Marcellus gas producers.

Another source of the gas producers’ frustration is the lack of coordination and communication among themselves and with the pipeline companies.  “We’re not the pipes,” said one.  “We don’t like a lot of things they do, and we think they can portray the entire industry in a bad light, but they don’t care about what we say.”

That’s partially true, although some producers do have ownership stakes in some of the pipelines.  As a general rule, residents of the Northeast lump upstream, midstream and downstream together as one industry.  Together they have risen, and together they now are at risk of falling.

Producers have little left in their budgets to expand outreach to places in Pennsylvania that currently don’t “feel” the industry, like Philadelphia and the Southeast.  That’s bad for us all, as the Southeast stands to gain the most from effective, conscientious and environmentally sensitive development of this resource.  We have the train lines, the interstate highways, the Marcus Hook refinery and the Port of Philadelphia pretty much all in the same place.  That we’ve failed to capitalize on this could be the greatest missed opportunity for the Philadelphia region in the last century.

As for pipeline companies, they face years of delay while well-funded and organized environmental groups, and unsympathetic politicians, place roadblock after roadblock in their way.  Some of this, of course, is nobody’s fault but the pipeline companies for their both perceived and not infrequently actual disregard of local law and sensitivities. Overall for the industry in all of its myriad forms, Winter 2019 is not a pretty picture.

Nobody wins under the current scenario.  Environmentalists temporarily will celebrate the problems in the gas industry, but that glee will be short lived.  Despite breathless claims in the press and among certain politicians, those opposing natural gas can provide no alternative.

Ironically, environmentalists may be the salvation of the industry, as they push politicians into unsustainable, ridiculous policies. New York Governor Andrew Cuomo rapidly is running out of options to counter his “No Nukes, No Fracking, No Pipeline” stance. Already Westchester County feels the pinch as its main utility, Consolidated Energy, now prohibits any further growth due to a lack of power supply. New York City soon may face the same fate.  Jeff Bezos had better be sure that Long Island City will have enough power to handle his new Amazon sub-headquarters.  Where will that energy come from?

Under current conditions, many in the industry expect a further wave of consolidation. The fracking industry was created not by the large oil companies but by the smaller independents.  Those smaller companies now may have to sell out.  That will not be good news for the Northeast.

It’s getting more likely that in the future Governor Wolf and his successors will not deal with six or seven producers based in Houston, Dallas or Oklahoma City, each with major Pennsylvania operations.  Instead, he will find himself trying to get the better of two or three companies based in London, the Netherlands or other foreign countries, for whom Pennsylvania is but a blip on their radar screen.

Questions? Let Dan know.

Daniel Markind of Flaster Greenberg

Daniel Markind is a shareholder at Flaster Greenberg PC with over 35 years of experience as a real estate and corporate transactional attorney. He has represented individuals and companies in the energy industry for over 20 years. Dan is a frequent lecturer on Marcellus Shale and other mineral extraction issues and is regularly asked to speak at conferences, in the media and at other venues regarding energy issues and their legal and political implications.

Venezuela, Iran and American National Failure

While President Trump and House Speaker Pelosi bicker about nonsense, two very important parts of the world are on a hair trigger today.

The country with the largest supply of oil reserves, Venezuela, is teetering on the brink of revolution, while the country with the fourth largest oil reserves, Iran, is threatening all out war against Israel over Israeli bombing of Iranian positions in Syria.  Both of these situations could spiral out of control any minute, with profound consequences for the world’s energy supply, American national interests, and indeed our own security.

Both Iran and Venezuela are led by deeply unpopular governments.  In Venezuela, it is the socialist government of Nicolás Maduro.  In Iran, it is the theocratic government of Ali Khamenei.  Khamenei has as his underpinnings the concept of Shiite Islamic Fundamentalism.  Maduro only has his economic system.

Both governments have run their countries into the ground.  Khamenei has spent so much of his country’s wealth on seeking nuclear weapons and financing military adventures – creating Hezbollah in Lebanon, arming Hamas in Gaza, backing Assad in Syria and supporting the Houthi Rebels in Yemen – that the world slapped sanctions on the country.  President Obama, whose foreign policy team was Class D at best, lifted those sanctions in 2015 as part of a multi-party Joint Comprehensive Plan of Action, but President Trump reestablished them in 2018.

Maduro, successor to the socialist revolution of Hugo Chavez, has established government control over the energy sector and many other parts of the Venezuelan economy.  In doing so, he has turned what once was one of the richest countries in South America into such an economic basket case that the average Venezuelan has lost over twenty pounds in the last year from malnutrition and starvation.

In a desperate attempt to stave off national default on Venezuela’s foreign debt, Maduro has given the Russians large ownership interests in his country’s energy industry and raised the possibility of establishing a Russian military base in Venezuela.  That would be the first in the Western Hemisphere and a direct challenge to the Monroe Doctrine.

Khamenei at least can fall back on his religious fanatical supporters.  Large demonstrations broke out last year in many Iranian cities, but the Iranian Revolutionary Guard put them down.  The mullahs use a combination of religious fervor and selective payments to favored political and military supporters to maintain their control.

Maduro has no such religious backing.  That he continues to hold power shows two things.  First, there remains a deep seated sense of class division in Venezuela to the point that many people will accept the catastrophic state of the economy so long as those who formerly were on the top of the economic and social pyramid no longer remain there.  Second, the opposition is so fractured it has been unable to convince the junior officers in the Venezuelan military and the regular soldiers, who after all are the ones that must put down any rebellions, that Maduro is driving the country to ruin and they can provide a better future.  Whatever happens, this does not portend well for the future.  The Venezuelan energy sector is so rundown it will take time, and massive investment, to rehabilitate.

In the Middle East, Iran has been trying to establish a permanent military presence in Syria, right on Israel’s border.  Israel, facing Hezbollah in the North and Hamas in the South, has reached its red line.  It has begun carrying out continuous military raids against Iranian positions in Syria.

Yesterday, Maduro broke off diplomatic relations with the United States.  Also yesterday, Iranian Air Force Commander Brigadier General Azaz Nasirzadeh stated that the Iranian Air Force is “ready and impatient to confront the Zionist regime and eliminate it from the Earth.”  Of course, both Iran’s and Israel’s actions are complicated by the large presence of Russia in Syria, another byproduct of incoherent Obama era foreign policy.

So now we have two grave crises happening simultaneously in different parts of the globe affecting the world’s largest sources of energy.  Attempting to manage this will be an untried President with little respect at home or abroad and with a government partially shut down over a petty squabble between two politicos, each of whom make themselves look smaller by the minute.  Fortunately, we have our shale gas and oil to cushion the economic blow sure to come from such international uncertainty, but we still can’t move the oil and gas where we need it.  Despite an abundance of domestic energy, whole geographic areas of our nation, most notably New York and New England, rely on imports.  If President Trump embargoes all Venezuelan oil, who will pick up the slack?  Putin?

All of this was foreseeable.  That it is happening at the same time may be some bad luck, but anyone looking at the world over the last few years could anticipate these problems occurring.  The fact that as a nation we are where we are is an example of national failure.  Perhaps it partially explains why both political parties revolted against their establishment candidates in 2016, and why they might do so again in 2020.

Questions? Let Dan know.

Daniel Markind of Flaster Greenberg

Daniel Markind is a shareholder at Flaster Greenberg PC with over 35 years of experience as a real estate and corporate transactional attorney. He has represented individuals and companies in the energy industry for over 20 years. Dan is a frequent lecturer on Marcellus Shale and other mineral extraction issues and is regularly asked to speak at conferences, in the media and at other venues regarding energy issues and their legal and political implications.

 

When Governors Face Real World Energy Choices

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Last week, New York City area utility Consolidated Edison notified regulators that, as of March 15, it would accept no new natural gas customers in Westchester County due to supply shortages.  It is possible that cutoffs in the City itself may follow.  While this is happening, New York City is requiring customers to switch out of dirtier burning fuel oil.  Most are seeking natural gas.  Already, over 5000 buildings in the City have made the switch.  Meanwhile, as prior commentary in this blog has noted, New York Governor Andrew Cuomo and his administration have stymied all attempts to build a new pipeline that would be capable of supplying the City and other areas, like New England, with plentiful and inexpensive natural gas from the nearby Marcellus Shale region.

Once again we are seeing the Alice in Wonderland effects of New York State environmental incoherence.  It desperately needs energy to grow, and also to improve environmental air quality, but does everything possible to prevent that energy from being available.

New York’s inconsistent energy policies make Amazon’s decision to build massively in Long Island City quite curious.  The metropolitan New York area has numerous advantages, but it simply may not have access to enough energy needed to power the growth it seeks.

The energy dilemma cannot just be wished away.  The implications of not building pipelines and securing our energy future are real and starting to bite.  Without reliable energy supply, regions can’t grow.  Without growth, there will be no jobs for an expanding population.  Intellectual discussions and arguments about the large job opportunities available in the renewable sector are nice, but where are they?  More to the point, where is the consistent supply of energy that will be provided by these renewable sources?

Out west in Oregon, newly reelected Governor Kate Brown, who ran on a progressive, clean energy platform, faces a challenge from her left with a new Clean Energy Jobs bill.  Back in 2007, Oregon set goals for reducing its carbon emissions in 2010, 2020 and 2050.  It met its goals for 2010 but admits it will not do so for 2020.  In fact, the Oregon Global Warming Commission predicts the State will over-pollute in 2020 by 20%.  There is an interim goal for 2035, but lawmakers may choose to ignore that and concentrate on 2050.  This has environmental advocates alarmed.

Ironically, one proven way for the environmental advocates to reduce CO2 emissions is through increased use of natural gas.  They have not been inclined to accept that option, however, putting all their eggs in the basket of renewables.  Governor Brown then likely will face the problem Governor Cuomo faces.  She will run a left-leaning state with a well-meaning yet unrealistic program for achieving goals about which most of us can agree.  Governor Cuomo has chosen one path.  It won him electoral platitudes but now faces future trauma.  It will be interesting to see which way Governor Brown goes.

In Pennsylvania, the long battle over the Mariner East 2 pipeline appears over.  Last week the Public Utility Commission ruled that a landowner group had failed to show that safety concerns necessitated an emergency shutdown of the pipeline.  In typical fashion for this matter, two days later another sinkhole exposed a section of the older Mariner 1 pipeline.  Chester County emergency service officials stressed there was no damage to the pipeline and no danger, but the entire situation continues to be messy and delicate.  It does not help public perception that a horrific gasoline pipeline explosion in central Mexico predated the Mariner 1 sinkhole occurrence by a few days.

Internationally, and ironically, the country with the world’s largest proven oil reserves, Venezuela, falls deeper and deeper into turmoil.  President Nicolas Maduro’s security forces put down another mini-uprising Monday, but nationwide demonstrations have been called for Wednesday, the anniversary of the end of the most recent military dictatorship in 1958.  Venezuela’s oil production has plummeted along with the rest of its economy, and President Maduro has given away large amounts of it to Russia in exchange for needed foreign reserve to service its enormous debt.

Despite starving his nation, Maduro retains the loyalty of large segments of the military command.  Those commanders don’t carry the guns that fire on the starving people, however.  The weapons themselves are in the hands of individual soldiers commanded on the street by junior officers.  It remains a confounding question as to why the opposition, which still exists in Venezuela, has been so unsuccessful in convincing the junior officers that their long term interests do not lie with Maduro and the senior military commanders but with the starving people in the streets.

Of course, should Maduro’s regime eventually fall, it would set in motion the need for some fancy diplomatic footwork and military readiness, something neither the Trump Administration, nor its predecessor, have shown much capability to implement.  Under those circumstances, energy markets would be thrown another huge curve ball.  Both our government and companies retaining any interest in Venezuela, either directly or indirectly, should be planning for these scenarios right now.

For those of you in most of the country, try to stay warm.  I’ll be in Texas in two weeks.  Hopefully the wind chill will be in the positive numbers down there at that time.

Questions? Let Dan know.

Daniel Markind of Flaster Greenberg

Daniel Markind is a shareholder at Flaster Greenberg PC with over 35 years of experience as a real estate and corporate transactional attorney. He has represented individuals and companies in the energy industry for over 20 years. Dan is a frequent lecturer on Marcellus Shale and other mineral extraction issues and is regularly asked to speak at conferences, in the media and at other venues regarding energy issues and their legal and political implications.

 

FINAL FOUR PLUS FORTY: Remembering the year an Ivy League school crashed NCAA basketball’s Big Dance

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THE JOURNEY BEGINS

From the perspective of 2019, it’s nearly unbelievable that Penn, an Ivy League school which doesn’t give athletic scholarships, reached the Final Four of the NCAA Basketball Tournament in 1979.  At the time though, it wasn’t so far-fetched.  In fact, we almost did it the year before.

In 1978 Penn faced Duke in the Sweet 16.  The tournament only had 32 teams that year, and we’d beaten St. Bonaventure in the first round.  Ranked No. 5 in the nation heading into the 1978 tournament, Duke was the clear favorite to win the East Regional.  With eight minutes left however, Penn led 64-56.  If we could hold on, we’d face Villanova for the regional championship.  The Wildcats had edged Penn 69-68 in December so our path to the Final Four was open.

Enter Duke Center Mike Gminski.  He blocked three consecutive Penn shots, and the Blue Devils came back for an 84-80 victory.  Duke would make the NCAA Final, losing to Kentucky.

The Duke game showed we could play with anyone in the country, and we started 1978-79 with that attitude.  Coach Bob Weinhauer had lost three seniors.  All were replaceable, however, even though forward Keven McDonald (a Big Five Hall of Famer) had been the Quakers’ leading scorer and best player.  Stan Greene was a star defender and fellow guard Tom Crowley was a great shooter.

Among the players returning in 1978-79, senior forward Tony Price was the team’s leading rebounder and scorer.  Price’s future seemed to include a potential NBA career (which he would have, although very briefly).  Crowley, who interned that year in Penn’s Sports Information Department, had no doubt that Price could make up the scoring lost with McDonald’s graduation.  He was right.

The most talented of the Quakers may have been senior point guard Bobby Willis.  Willis was an enigma.  Not a great shooter, he was incredibly quick and athletic.  Against Duke Willis had been unstoppable.  It seemed the only person who could stop Willis was Willis.  He would disappear for long stretches and turn into a non-factor.

Two other seniors, forward Tim Smith and center Matt White rounded out the starting five along with junior guard James “Booney” Salters. Only sophomore guard Kenny Hall, freshman forward Vincent Ross and freshman center Tom Leifsen played much off the bench.  Mostly, Weinhauer kept his rotation to eight players.

I would spend a lot of time watching them.  Television wasn’t what it is today, and Penn had one of the few closed circuit television stations among American universities.  I was the sports director at University Television (UTV).  We would record the games and show them later on tape delay.  Our technology was so primitive we had no remote broadcast capability from outside our studio.  Unlike the reporters for the school newspaper The Daily Pennsylvanian, we had no “beat”, so we didn’t interact with the team every day.  In fact, I never even met some of the players, but I traveled to see them in California, New York, North Carolina, Salt Lake City and other places.  It would be quite a ride.

Before the season began, Penn played an exhibition against the national team of Argentina.  Argentine basketball was in its infancy.  It would be two decades before the country would produce players like Manu Ginobili and Luis Scola.  In 1979, a good college program like Penn could handle them easily, and we did.  The most memorable part of the evening came from one of the referees, Hank Nichols.  Our basketball group sat in the front row of the Penn student section, courtesy of a week of camping out at the ticket office.  We easily could talk to the players and the officials, and we did.  During this game one of the Argentines took the ball, did a 360, a pirouette and tangoed across the court.  “Traveling Hank, he’s traveling,” we pleaded.  “That’s not traveling,” Hank yelled back as he ran down the floor, “that’s a great South American move!”  The exhibition wasn’t televised.  Had it been, you’d have seen the entire front row of the Palestra convulsed in laughter.

We enjoyed the refs.  Besides Nichols, our favorites were Mickey Crowley and Larry Lembo.  They were both good officials, but as important they liked what they were doing.  They also enjoyed that we knew who they were.  Nichols, though, was in a class by himself.  Possibly the greatest referee in college basketball history, he worked a slew of ACC Finals and NCAA Final Fours.  Later he became director of basketball officiating for the entire NCAA.

College basketball itself was very different forty years ago.  There was no shot clock and no three point shot.  Very few games were televised.  When tournament time came, often you would play teams the fans knew nothing about.  But that was months in the future.  As autumn 1978 faded, it was time for the season of promise to begin.

CALIFORNIA

Penn started 5-0, beating two good ACC teams, Virginia and Wake Forest, as well as Big 5 rival LaSalle.  Having finished in the final Top 20 of 1977-1978, Penn fans were frustrated that we weren’t ranked.  The Quakers ended the calendar year of 1978 by traveling to the Cabrillo Classic in San Diego to face Iowa.  The Hawkeyes had an excellent team.  That year they would win the Big 10 and reach No. 11 in the rankings.  If we could beat them, a return to the Top 20 likely would follow.

The game was terrific. It seesawed back and forth, finally going two overtimes before we lost 87-84.

The team was spent.  The next night we faced host San Diego State in the consolation game and got blown out.  The Aztecs’ best players, Kim Goetz and Tony Gwynn, tore us apart.  Being California, the San Diego State band brought something I’d never seen before at a basketball game: a full drum set located on the floor of the arena. Try getting away with that at the Palestra.

Looking back on it, there’s an element of sadness in the 1978 Cabrillo Classic.  Both Goetz and Gwynn, who became one of the greatest baseball players in history, died young.  Iowa’s superb point guard Ronnie Lester tore up his knee the next year.  Lester returned to play in the NCAA tournament as the Hawkeyes reached the 1980 Final Four, and even played six seasons in the NBA.  Unfortunately, the person Magic Johnson called the best player he ever played against in college never achieved the greatness that he probably deserved as his body kept failing him.

While Penn left San Diego disappointed, one of the important games of the season actually was played later the same night after our San Diego State defeat.  In Las Vegas, Temple played UNLV in the finals of UNLV’s Christmas tournament.  The Running Rebels had made the Final Four in 1977 and nobody out West thought Temple would give them a challenge.  The game was televised live in Southern California, with Los Angeles Lakers broadcaster Chick Hearn doing the play by play.

Temple took UNLV apart.  Temple’s star guard Ricky Reed controlled UNLV’s press and the Owls won 89-79.  It wasn’t that close.  Hearn was stunned.  You could hear it in his voice.  Suddenly Temple would get the Top 20 ranking that we so coveted and would keep it the rest of the season.

With no games until after New Year’s, it was up to Los Angeles for my first visit there.  This included sleeping out on the streets of Pasadena to await the Tournament of Roses Parade and scalping into the Rose Bowl.  In typical fashion for the wild year of 1979, there was an earthquake in the middle of the football game.

The Rose Queen that year was a stunning California high school girl named Catherine Gilmour.  Resplendent on her float, she was every Ivy League male college student’s California fantasy girl.  She parlayed that into a relatively successful modeling career, married a millionaire restauranteur and had two children.  Then things started going haywire.  She got divorced, met a grifter who fleeced her out of her money, assaulted her, and finally tried to kill her by having an accomplice place a bomb in her car.  Now in her late 50’s, she carries a loaded gun for protection and refused a government offer to go into witness protection.  And you think your life didn’t turn out as planned…

While the Tournament of Roses went forward, the Mummers Parade in Philadelphia had been canceled on New Year’s Day due to inclement weather.  When it stepped off two days later, I got to see two New Year’s Parades.  The contrast in the pictures I took is startling.  California was sunny and warm, but you can sense the lethargy as the Rose Parade streamed by.  The stars on the floats all had perpetual smiles pasted on their faces in a botoxian stupor while they performed the “Rose Parade Wave,” keeping everything still except their hands.  Philly was cloudy and cold, but you can feel the energy pulsating from the Mummers strutting in their garish costumes.  In California the common people line the streets to watch the stars parade by.  In Philly the stars line the streets to watch the common people parade by.

Back to Penn then for the stretch that would define the season.  We now would get our shot at both newly respected Temple and No. 10 Georgetown.  Win one and we could dream.  Win both…

 TEMPLE AND GEORGETOWN

We brushed aside Harvard and Dartmouth in our first Ivy League games, then focused on No. 18 Temple.  Bobby Willis controlled Ricky Reed and the Quakers prevailed 79-74.  Three more victories followed.  On Saturday afternoon January 20 we took a six game winning streak and an 11-2 record into the Palestra to face Georgetown.

This was Hall of Fame coach John Thompson’s first great Georgetown team.  Patrick Ewing, Alonzo Mourning and Dikembe Mutombo were all in the future, but Thompson, who had backed up Bill Russell at center for the Boston Celtics in the 1960s, already had worked miracles.  As a child, Thompson was told he was uneducable.  He earned a Master’s degree.  Now he had taken a 3-23 team to the Top 10 in seven years.

To make that happen, Thompson stressed discipline and teamwork.  He shielded his players from media contact. Later it would be called “Hoya Paranoia.”  I learned my lesson the day before the game.  We took our camera crew to the Hoyas run-through at the Palestra on Friday afternoon.  Thompson watched from the bleachers.  We walked over and I asked for a quick interview.  Nearly all college coaches were happy to do it since it gave them and their programs publicity.  Not Thompson.  He gave me that stern stare which became his trademark, then stood up, leaned down at me from his 6-foot-10 height and in no uncertain terms told me, “We don’t do that here.”  I didn’t try to talk him out of it.

The game was a classic.  In 50 years of watching basketball at the Palestra, it was the loudest crowd I have ever heard.  Unlike Big 5 games back then, which all were played on 33rd Street and for which the tickets were split, the entire crowd was rooting for Penn.  Marv Albert, broadcasting for NBC, couldn’t even hear his broadcast partner sitting right next to him. He kept saying “I don’t know if you can hear me over this crowd.”

Both teams made runs.  Penn led at halftime 32-29, but Georgetown came out flying in the second half to go up by nine. Tony Price and Booney Salters got Penn close again and the game flowed back and forth from there.  In the last four minutes, Georgetown center Tom Scates threw down a monster dunk to take the lead and the Hoyas held on to win, 78-76.

In defeat, Weinhauer was defiant.  “If they’re number 10,” he snorted, “then we’re 10-A.”  The Quakers had lost the game but learned something very important.  We could ball with the best.

THE IVIES

Mid-January through early March in the Ivy League is dominated by trips to places like Hanover, New Haven, Providence, and Ithaca.  Interrupted sporadically by a Big 5 game, Penn’s Ivy League schedule was defined by long bus rides for weekends away and crowds of 1,500 coming to watch another awful Brown team.  In 1979, the Ivy League highlight probably was another great line by Hank Nichols.  During a timeout late in the Princeton game at the Palestra (which like the one at the Tigers’ Jadwin Gym was decided by just one point), Nichols walked over near us.  “Great game isn’t it, Hank?” we said.  “It sure is boys,” he replied.  “I hope we don’t screw it up at the end.”

Like fine wine, Hank Nichols was priceless.

In 1978-79, the Ivy League race was predicted to be a three-team battle between Penn, Princeton (including future Cleveland Cavaliers coach David Blatt) and Columbia (led by Sixers guard World B. Free’s younger relative Ricky Free).  It turned out to be a runaway, as neither Princeton nor Columbia could keep up with the Quakers.  The most interesting part of Ivy League games often was watching Weinhauer’s unusual coaching style.  He almost never called timeouts, not even when the other team was making a big run, and especially not on the road.  “What are [the players] going to tell me, that [they’re] tired?” he responded when I asked him about it. “You run your ass off in practice. You better not be tired.  And do you know what happens when I call time out? The crowd gets louder, the band plays louder, you can’t hear much during the huddle. Just play through it.”

And so they did, with Weinhauer in his trademark crouch watching from the sidelines.  He looked like a baseball catcher giving signals.  Say this about the man, he had great knees.

Having already clinched the Ivy League championship, on February 24 we faced Columbia in New York City.  Three years earlier, both Penn and Columbia had terrific recruiting classes. The rivalry was expected to dominate the late 1970’s. It didn’t happen. Columbia never could put it together, but this was the last shot for their seniors and they were ready.  This game was played with an intensity one hoped the entire series would have had, and the Lions won 74-72.  That’s not what made the night memorable, however.  At halftime, when the public address announcer gave scores from out of town games, he said this: “At halftime in the ACC, the score is Duke 7, North Carolina nothing.”

WHAT???!!!

Are you sure you have the right sport?

Indeed he did.  Carolina coach Dean Smith instructed his team to hold the ball until Duke came out of its zone defense.  After Duke scored on its first possession, Carolina followed Smith’s orders – for twelve minutes!  More than any other game, this one provided the impetus for adding the shot clock to college basketball.

We wrapped up a 21-5 regular season by beating Yale and Brown and then waited for our NCAA matchup.  In 1979 for the first time, the selection committee would seed the teams.  Before, it wasn’t unusual for Top 10 teams to meet in the first round.  It was all luck of the draw.  Also in 1979 the tournament expanded to 40 teams.  The bottom four seeds in each regional would play in the first round, then the remaining 32 would play single elimination.

With our record, having beaten Temple and played Georgetown and Iowa even, we hoped for a No. 5 or No. 6 seed.  We didn’t get it.  Instead, we were seeded 9the in the East!  That meant a play-in game against Iona, with the winner to face top-seeded North Carolina.  Just for good measure, the games would be in Reynolds Coliseum on the campus of North Carolina State in Raleigh, all of ten miles from Chapel Hill.

DOWN TOBACCO ROAD – PART I

Iona was coached by Jim Valvano and led by its center, Jeff Ruland.  He was gawky, white and huge, which hid his enormous talent.  He would go on to be an NBA All-Star, but his knees betrayed him after six years.  In Philadelphia, he is remembered mostly for being the player the Sixers received when they traded away Moses Malone, perhaps the worst trade in the Sixers’ long history of terrible deals.

Valvano was a fresh-faced smooth talking New Yorker making his first big splash as a coach.  Ironically, we would play him on the campus that would make him immortal – N.C. State’s – as the coach of the 1983 Wolfpack, who pulled off one upset after another to win the national championship.

The first half against Iona was the Bobby Willis show.  Playing the way he was capable, Willis propelled Penn into a big lead, then disappeared.  Iona came all the way back.  It took four free throws from backup center Tom Leifsen (who had shot only 42% from the line during the season) to allow Penn to escape with a 73-69 victory.  We were alive to play UNC on Sunday afternoon.

The Carolina game would be played in the same venue that eight years earlier hosted the most excruciating Penn loss ever.  The 1970-71 Quakers had gone 28-0 and been ranked No. 3. To this day it remains the only Big 5 team to complete a regular season unbeaten. The 1971 Eastern Regional Final, played at Reynolds Coliseum, saw Penn face Villanova, whom we’d beaten three straight times, including 78-70 earlier in the year. The Quakers were so confident that they already had their flight and hotel reservations for the Final Four in Houston the next week.  We didn’t need them.  In a game that remains among the most inexplicable in college basketball history, Villanova destroyed us by the incredible score of 90-47.

Penn coach Dick Harter never got over that loss. Within a few weeks he left for Oregon and later coached Penn State.  Whenever he faced Villanova or anyone connected with that 1971 team, he would try to run up the score or have them do the same to him.  Harter went on to a long and distinguished career as an assistant coach in the NBA.  When he died however in 2012, the obituaries all featured the 1971 disaster.  Harter took that game to his grave.

Now, eight years later, we were back in North Carolina in the same building, trying to write a different script.

Tobacco Road was a different place.  Even today, the South remains the only part of the country that retains large elements of its own culture.  It has its own dialect and accent (the drawl), its own music (country), its own sport (NASCAR) and its own social history.  At dinner Saturday night, we ran into a young southern couple that also was visiting from out-of-town.  They were in Raleigh for the cock fights – not something you saw every day in Philadelphia.

After dinner, we headed to a bar with other Penn people.  They were angry and determined.  The Carolina press had been very dismissive of us.  They even got on our cheerleaders, calling them “Pale and Plump.”  I ended the evening standing next to DP reporter John Eisenberg.  No surfer dude ever stared out at the waves with more intensity than John did looking over the scene at the bar, repeating over and over again, “We’ve got to beat them Danny, we’ve got to beat them.” 

FINER THAN CAROLINA

We did beat them, but it didn’t look that way early.  UNC jumped out to a quick lead, then stole the ball and threatened to break the game open.  We stabilized, however, and sat back in a 2-3 zone almost the entire game.  UNC had seen that before, but we played it exquisitely.  Near halftime we tied the score at 34, only to see Carolina dunk to end the half up 36-34.

NBC was broadcasting the game across the country, so we at UTV weren’t allowed in the press box.  At halftime however I used my press pass from Friday’s game to enter the press room.  Penn Team Manager Pete Levy walked in, called me over and told me “You know Danny, they can hear you.  Our guys are going nuts on the bench listening to you. The Carolina people aren’t saying anything but they can hear you guys yelling and cheering all game.”  Not that we needed much encouragement, but when I got back to my seat I let everybody know.

So the Penn fans were even louder the second half. When Willis missed two free throws, he went back on defense dejected.  As he passed us, we all yelled encouragement.  His demeanor instantly changed.  The disappointment became determination.  We were affecting the game and we knew it.

Penn took the lead for good at 52-50 midway through the second half and held it down the stretch.  Down five, Carolina pressed, forced two turnovers and had a chance to regain the lead, but Dave Colescott missed a wide-open jumper with 40 seconds remaining.  Price grabbed the rebound and threw the length of the court to Salters, who scored and was fouled.

As the minutes wound down, I noticed ACC broadcaster Jim Thacker sitting right behind the basket.  He was expressionless.  During the entire last five minutes, the voice of the ACC sat silently, first looking at the court, then at the scoreboard, and back again. He couldn’t come to grips with what he was seeing.  Carolina was losing, but not playing badly.  We were just … better.

The clock hit three seconds.  Salters was at the line with a one-and-one and a two point Penn lead.  There was no three point shot, so one made free throw would just about ice it. Salters toed the line, dribbled, bent his knees low and swished it.  He turned around and threw his arms in the air.  A few seconds later it was over: Penn 72, UNC 71.

We rushed the court.  How we got there I don’t remember, as we started from the upper deck.  But there we were, celebrating in disbelief. Our mascot Bob Wachter was running and jumping around the court.  After hugging everyone in sight, I couldn’t resist.  I walked over to Thacker and said “Jim, on behalf of Penn, welcome to the Ivy League.”  Then it was on to the locker rooms.

The Carolina locker room was a funeral.  Al Wood sat with his head between his legs.  A manager passed him a stat sheet.  He stared at it, shaking his head. Mike O’Koren lay on a bench with his knees up in the air, staring at the ceiling. The UNC program always had a reputation for class. Now, under the most excruciating circumstances, they proved it. There were no histrionics, no excuses, no finger pointing.

Dean Smith leaned against the wall, cigarette butt in his fingers, surrounded by his media.  Everything was quiet and respectful.  The reporters asked questions in hushed tones.  “What happened Dean?” one asked.  “We played well,” Smith responded. “They played well.  They won.”  That’s what was so incomprehensible to the ACC.  Carolina had played well.  We were better.

Across the hall the scene was much different.  Assistant Coach Bob Staak had brought out the cigars.  The locker room reeked.  “I kept telling the team, we’ve got a secret,” Staak said. “We know how good they are, but they don’t know how good we are.  Now they do!”  Price said he thought UNC was a television show, given how many times they’d been televised that season.  Tim Smith was voted player of the game, but as usual Price led in all the statistical categories.

After just a few minutes the air inside the Penn locker room became too foul, and I left to return for the second game.  As I passed the tunnel leading to the court I saw St. John’s coach Lou Carnesecca, whose team was about to face Duke.  “Come on Louie,” I yelled, “do it for the East!”  Carnesecca smiled, gave me a thumbs up, then turned and watched his team get dismantled.

It was a mismatch. After the first ten minutes St. John’s looked hopelessly outclassed.  Duke seemed completely in control.  With a long drive ahead of us and emotionally drained, we all left to head back to Philly. We didn’t even listen to the Duke game on the radio.  Instead we, and all the other Penn fans, headed north, blaring our horns.  Every time we passed another Penn car on I-95 we rolled down the windows, yelled at them (and they at us), and blasted the horns.

After about 90 minutes, we got curious so we put the game back on the radio.  The announcer said, “the ball goes into Gminski, he turns, shoots, misses, and the game, AND THE SEASON, are over for Duke.”

DUKE LOST??!!!  Somehow, St. John’s came back, and the horns going north got even louder. In ACC history March 11, 1979 is known as Black Sunday.  We forever will be thrilled to have been there to witness it.

DOWN TOBACCO ROAD – PART II

The 1979 Eastern Regionals were held in Greensboro, North Carolina, about 75 miles south of Raleigh.  Our opponent in the Sweet 16 was eighth-ranked Syracuse.  The Orangemen were 26-3 and led by their young, third year head coach Jim Boeheim (yes, THAT’s how long ago this was).  Syracuse featured the “Louie and Bouie Show” (Louie Orr and Roosevelt Bouie) as well as the “40% Jewish Team” of Danny Schayes and Hal Cohen.  Both Schayes and Cohen were Upstate New York legends of sorts, Schayes for being the son of NBA Hall of Famer Dolph Schayes and Cohen because in high school in Canton, New York he once hit – get this – 598 consecutive foul shots.  Both went on to great success, Schayes in the NBA and Cohen as a Syracuse radiologist.

We blew Syracuse out.

Penn’s lead ballooned to 46-29 in the first half and we cruised to an 84-76 triumph.  At one point in the first half, Bobby Willis threw a long, lob pass to Tim Smith streaking downcourt.  Willis overthrew him.  In one motion, Smith leaped up, caught the ball and without looking threw it over his head, off the backboard into the hoop – most likely the greatest single play in Penn history.

“An over the head shot!” I yelled into the microphone (we were allowed to televise this game).  “Timmy Smith just made a reverse layup over his head.”  After the year ended, we at UTV decided to do a 30 minute highlight film of the tapes we still had.  Of course, this play was the intro.  We put the tape into the VCR (if you don’t know what that is kids, just go with it).  Grrriiiinnnd.  The machine picked then, of all times, to malfunction and destroy the tape.  On such moments are great broadcasting careers ended.

With little to do in Greensboro, we settled in on Saturday to watch the Midwest and West Regional Finals.  Undefeated Indiana State beat Arkansas in the first game and UCLA then took on DePaul in the West.  DePaul jumped on UCLA early in Provo, Utah on Brigham Young’s campus.  At halftime, underdog DePaul had raced out to a 51-34 lead. UCLA still had hope though, because DePaul never substituted.  Ray Meyer’s team was so thin, the veteran coach literally played the same five the entire game. They were sure to get winded.

Enter the UCLA pep band.  At halftime, the BYU dance team was performing when the UCLA players took the court.  Immediately the pep band broke into the Bruin fight song, totally disrupting the dance team.  The BYU crowd was outraged.  When DePaul came out the fans gave them a standing ovation, and cheered wildly for the Blue Demons in the second half.  DePaul needed all of the support.  UCLA pressed the whole half, eventually cutting the lead to two points, but couldn’t get over the hump. When freshman Mark Aguirre broke a UCLA trap to lay the ball in with ten seconds left, DePaul had a 95-91 upset.  There have been thousands of NCAA Tournament games, but UCLA probably is the only school that ever lost one because of its pep band.

On Sunday we played St. John’s—which had squeaked by Rutgers on Friday night — for the Eastern Regional championship.  The other three regions featured No. 1 vs. No. 2. The East had No. 9 vs. No. 10. The arena was empty.  Tickets had been bought by Carolina and Duke fans. Without those teams in the game, the ACC faithful decided they had better ways to spend a Sunday afternoon.

That also was the attitude of NBC’s lead announcer, Jim Simpson. I was standing at press row before the game when Simpson complained to his producer.  “Yesterday I saw two absolute superstars (Larry Bird and Sidney Moncrief), today I’m broadcasting a center that went to Choate for chrissake” (Penn’s center Matt White, who was a Connecticut prep school kid).

We hated to admit it, but Simpson wasn’t entirely wrong.  The spark was gone. Both teams were emotionally spent making for an artless, grind-it-out affair.  We led almost the whole game, but in the second half St. Johns made a run to go up by four.  The ever-reliable Smith then hit from the corner to propel a rally. With 23 seconds left and the game tied at 62, St. John’s guard Tom Calabrese fouled Salters, giving him a one and one.

With a spot in the Final Four on the line, Boonie again dribbled, bent his knees all the way down and swished both shots to put Penn up 64-62. One more defensive stop and the Quakers would be headed to Salt Lake City.  St. John’s worked the ball upcourt and Calabrese got off a shot which missed.  Gordon Thomas missed a follow-up but the rebound fell right into the hands of the Redmen’s  Ron Plair.  He was just eight feet from the hoop but shot it seven.  We were going to Utah!

The Penn fans celebrated on the court, but not like in Raleigh. We had another long drive home. While thrilled, this drive was more of an ordeal than the last one.  We all were exhausted.  Spring break was over.  We were heading back to a full week of classes.  It would be a week like no other.

FINAL FOUR WEEK

College athletics are bedeviled by innumerable problems, and legitimate questions exist about whether they truly can co-exist with academics.  But for sheer good feeling and excitement nothing in my seven years on Penn’s campus (including three years of law school) came close to Final Four Week.  The mood was electric.  Staid Ivy Leaguers went crazy over the idea that our basketball team had a chance to win the national championship.

During the week the team held an open practice at the Palestra.  It was attended by more people than went to many Ivy League games.  Smith, who would have the dubious honor of guarding Michigan State All-American Magic Johnson in the semifinal, held court with the press under the basket.  “A lot of people call what he does magic. To me, it’s schoolyard.”  Poor Tim.  In a few days he would learn.

Before leaving for Utah on Thursday, the team held a pep rally with 8,000 fans at Franklin Field. Weinhauer was in his glory. “The Orange are still shoveling snow up in Syracuse,” he yelled as the crowd cheered. Tickets cost just $15 for each game and we saved money by staying at the Salt Lake City YMCA, but the costs of the flights forced many students to stay home.  NBC of course had exclusive broadcast rights, so I’d be watching from the stands.

Penn-Michigan State was Game 1, followed by Indiana State-DePaul.  Newspapers all over the nation were hoping for a Bird/Magic final.  We were hoping to spoil their fun.

For Penn to win, Price and Smith had to have great games. No such luck. Michigan State jumped off to a 4-0 lead before Price drew the Quakers even. During the first few minutes we couldn’t stop the Spartans, but we were matching their ball movement offensively.  Unfortunately we couldn’t shoot.  The 4-4 tie quickly became 13-4.  Despite getting good shots, we were 2-11 from the field.  Weinhauer had to take a timeout. Willis scored to make it 13-6, but five minutes later it was 22-6.  Weinhauer took another timeout.  Price now was on the bench with three fouls, Penn was shooting 3-18 from the field and Michigan State was shooting 8-11 from the field.

It didn’t get any better.  At 30-6, the Michigan State fans were waiving their green and white pompoms yelling, “Just six points.”  Like our basketball team, we fans had no answer.  The halftime score was 50-17 and the final was 101-67. About the only bright spot was the play of seldom-used forward Ted Flick.  Due to all the foul trouble, Flick played 14 minutes.  His blond locks and mustache won the hearts of lots of women watching on television, and he received gobs of fan mail afterwards.  Andy Warhol, thy name is Ted Flick. Smith learned that Magic was more than schoolyard.  Tim finished with the ultimate goose egg stat line: 0 points, 0 rebounds, 5 fouls.

Salters and Price were crushed.  They returned to their hotel room and got under the covers.  Price thought the Michigan State game may have cost him a pro career. Who could blame him?  A good performance in a national semifinal could have been his springboard to the NBA.  We fans sat with our tails between our legs as Indiana State and DePaul played a marvelous second game.  Indiana State won by two when DePaul wasted the last 20 seconds before firing up a wild shot.  We commiserated with some DePaul fans at a bar later over which was the worse way to lose, but it didn’t help much.

And the season wasn’t yet over.  Back then, the NCAA still insisted on a third place game. Perhaps we could regain some level of dignity? Instead, we played worse. No matter how bad the Michigan State game was, our performance in the first half against DePaul topped it. Even with Meyer actually substituting some, we played like we didn’t belong. DePaul raced ahead 46-23 with 4:00 left in the first half.  We were shooting 9-27. It was humiliating. Then, as suddenly as the true Quakers had disappeared, we again became the team that had beaten UNC and Syracuse. By halftime we’d closed to 54-43 and with a minute left in regulation we tied the score. The game went into overtime at 85 and we even took an 89-88 lead, but couldn’t hold on and fell, 96-93.

Almost nobody saw the consolation game, but for the team and the fans there was some redemption.  We had shown what we were capable after the first 16 minutes. Finishing the season on that note certainly was better than after the Michigan State debacle.

We settled in to watch the Magic/Bird Final.  Forty years later, Michigan State/Indiana State remains the most-watched college basketball game in history.  In fact, it wasn’t a very good game.  Michigan State controlled the entire way and won 75-64. The most interesting part was two strange calls that went against Indiana State. Twice ISU players were called for “undercutting” MSU players who were driving to the hoop.  I’ve seen that call maybe five other times in my life. Twice in the NCAA final?  A member of the officiating crew in the NCAA final, of course, was Hank Nichols.

FORTY YEARS LATER

In the forty years since that season, the sport, the country, television and the NCAA tournament have changed immensely.  For the people involved though, it remains an indelible memory.  Some went on to great success, others less so.

After two more NCAA trips, Bob Weinhauer left for Arizona State in 1982.  Like Dick Harter, he never achieved in college the greatness he found at Penn.  Also like Harter, Weinhauer then went to the NBA, where as general manager he won two championships with the Houston Rockets in the 1990’s.

Booney Salters led Penn back to the NCAA tournament in 1980 by hitting a last-second shot to beat Princeton in the Ivy League playoff game.  One of the greatest clutch players in Quakers history, he unfortunately had some rocky business dealings later on.  Hopefully that all is behind him.  In 2014 he was inducted into the Penn Sports Hall of Fame.  His emotional speech expressed so much that is good about Penn.

Bobby Willis worked in New York in the real estate business for many years and now spends time as an adjunct professor at the City University of New York teaching computer science.  He admits to almost having quit basketball during Penn years to focus on technology, which remains his passion.  We’re awfully glad he didn’t.

Tim Smith worked at the Philadelphia District Attorney’s Office for many years.  As with most of his teammates, he spends a lot of time now in the non-profit world.

Ironically, the Penn player who had the best professional career was Matt White, the “center from Choate for chrissake.” Drafted by the Portland Trail Blazers of the NBA, he played overseas for 14 years.  Unfortunately, White also became the team’s most tragic story.  In 2013 his wife Maria began showing signs of schizophrenia.  While White was trying to get her admitted for psychiatric care, Maria grabbed a knife and stabbed him to death in the throat.  As the school remembers the 1979 team, he will be missed.

Any discussion of the 1979 team begins and ends with Tony Price.  Perhaps due to the Michigan State debacle, Price only got a cup of coffee in the NBA with the San Diego Clippers. His son A. J. did better.  After starring at Connecticut, A .J. played five years in the NBA and currently plays in China. Tony now runs the “Paying the Price Foundation” trying to give underprivileged kids the tools they need to make it.  He returns frequently to Penn to give clinics and inspiration, often joined by his Penn teammates.

The DP’s John Eisenberg went on to a long and distinguished sports writing career.  His latest book, “The League,” is about the birth of the NFL.

Of everyone involved directly or peripherally with the Final Four team, perhaps none reached the heights of mascot Bob Wachter. Currently the Chair of the Department of Medicine at the University of California San Francisco, Wachter was voted one of the most influential people in American medicine.

Others dealt with difficulty.  Like San Diego State’s Goetz and Gwynn, Jim Valvano died way too young.  His farewell speech at the 1993 ESPY Awards when his body was wracked by cancer remains a classic.

Lord knows what the future holds for Rose Queen Gilmour.  We only can wish her well.

In 2010, Cornell became the first Ivy League team since Penn to reach the Sweet 16. College athletics is now so interconnected with big money that recently the Pac-12 schools discussed getting a private equity firm to invest in their conference.  If you have enough courage, talk to a professor at a school in a major conference and ask how he/she feels about the money spent on athletics as opposed to academics?  Duck before you wait for the answer.

Without athletic scholarships or television exposure and with high academic standards, it gets harder every year for the Ivy League to imagine another Final Four run.  As each year passes those of us who were there feel a little luckier. We got to be a part of something no other Penn students ever did.  It was 40 years ago, but we’re all still cheering at the Palestra.

Daniel B. Markind is a 1980 graduate of the Wharton School of the University of Pennsylvania and a 1983 graduate of the University of Pennsylvania Law School.