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Hall of Famers on Hall of Famers: Baseball's greats in awe of fellow Cooperstown legends
COOPERSTOWN, N.Y. — It’s the biggest event of Induction Weekend that no one on the outside ever gets to see. It arrives on that Sunday night, far from the induction stage …
When all the living Hall of Famers come to dinner.
And so often, when that moment arrives, the questions these men ask is not: What’s for dinner? It’s more like: What the heck am I even doing here?
“I’m going to say this,” new Hall of Famer Adrián Beltré admitted the next day, at the annual Hall of Fame roundtable. “I don’t think I belong here, because I idolized so many players here that I could not believe I was in the room that night, having dinner with those guys.
“We walked in, and you can see all those guys,” Beltré went on. “It’s like you’re in heaven, right?”
The awe he felt is still a thing, but not just for him. And that should tell us something, because the two legends who have spent the last four decades inspiring the most awe in that room are no longer with us.
Willie Mays first attended that dinner in 1979, when men like Earl Averill and Cool Papa Bell were sitting at those tables. Hank Aaron first joined him in 1982, at a time when he was still surrounded by a group that included Luke Appling and Bill Dickey.
From then on, at least one of those two icons was in attendance for nearly every one of those gatherings, from the late ’70s until the pandemic. And let’s just say that when Mays and Aaron were present, there was never any question about who in that room was considered true baseball royalty. Nearly everyone else was just a baseball player.
But now that they’re both gone, I found myself wondering about a fascinating question. When all the living Hall of Famers assemble now, who else in the room makes them feel the way Mays and Aaron once made them feel?
So I spent this Induction Weekend asking seven of them that question. Their answers ranged from names you would expect (Sandy Koufax, Johnny Bench, Mike Schmidt) to names I bet you’d never expect (stay tuned for those). Now I’ll let them tell you why some of their fellow Hall of Famers are not like all the others.
Mays and Aaron reign forever
Willie Mays and Henry Aaron will never walk through the doors of the grand Otesaga Hotel again. But memories of them are still so vivid, and they’re still the names that some of these men mentioned first.
Aaron — “Mr. Aaron. I mean, he was my guy,” Craig Biggio said. “He was the guy. Like when I got inducted (in 2015) — his last year here, I think, was that year. And the picture on my computer is still him and my family. And I don’t call him Hank. I call him Mr. Aaron.
“Even with all the things that he’s been through and everything like that,” Biggio said, “that man was as classy and as great and as amazing, on the field and off the field, as anyone I’ve ever known.”
(Author’s note: Aaron’s last Induction Weekend was actually 2019, not 2015.)
Mays — “If Mays were to walk in this room right now,” said Ted Simmons, a 2020 inductee who never got to dine in Cooperstown with Mays or Aaron, “I’d back up, because let me tell you. I’d want to have a good look.”
Simmons then spun a tale that took him back a half century. This was 1973, when Mays was hanging on in his final season, as a Met, and Simmons was beginning to establish himself as a young All-Star catcher in St. Louis. Then there he was, crouching behind the plate — and up stepped Willie Mays.
“I remember going over him in a pregame meeting,” Simmons reminisced. “And then, when he came up the first time and I got ready to put the signals down … I looked him up and down, and I said to myself — I’m not lying — I said, ‘That’s Mays. That’s Mays, right?’
“Then I put the signals down, and off we went. But if you think I didn’t acknowledge that, you’re mistaken, because this was Mays. And there he was. And I just said: This is a long way from the 28705 (zip code) where I grew up.”
Sandy Koufax, movie star
Sandy Koufax is 88 years old now. He hasn’t delivered a pitch since 1966, when he was still only 30. So he has been a Hall of Famer for an incredible 52 years. Koufax hasn’t attended an Induction Weekend since 2019. But that only adds to the mystique of a man viewed by the other Hall of Famers with astonishing reverence.
“I almost forgot about Sandy because I hadn’t seen him in a while,” said Dennis Eckersley, a 2004 inductee. “But I used to get lunch with him because I got friendly with him here. … So I got to know him a little bit, and I was in awe of him.”
And why, Eckersley was asked, did he feel those goosebumps? What was it about that man that inspired the word “awe”?
“He’s Sandy Koufax,” Eckersley replied, with a look that said it all. “It’s hard to explain it. He’s Sandy Koufax.”
This is where the conversation took a hard turn away from the question many people have been asking since Mays’ death — the who’s the best living player now question. It’s hard to make the argument that the answer to that question is Sandy Koufax, since, despite his unhittable peak, he finished his career with “only” 165 victories, fewer than Derek Lowe or Kevin Millwood.
But if the question is more like who has That Aura about him, then that’s different. Who has that aura? Oh, Sandy Koufax has it, all right — unmistakably.
“Oh, yeah. His name. His aura. The Dodgers back in the day,” said 2005 inductee Ryne Sandberg. “He has a movie-star look about him. He’s a very handsome guy, even as he got older. But just talking to him, the class. The class act just oozes out of his pores. You get that feeling that you don’t know if you’re with the best left-handed pitcher ever or if you’re with a top-notch movie star, or somewhere in between.”
Juan Marichal, last link to the pre-expansion era
Let’s think more about The Aura — and why certain people have it. If the only vision we have of a player seems like it came out of an old, grainy black-and-white newsreel, that alone makes him feel like a figure from a different time and place. Doesn’t it?
Does that add to the mythology of Koufax? Of course, it does. And Juan Marichal, the oldest Hall of Famer at that dinner Sunday night (at 86 years old), is in that same class.
Marichal’s first game with the Giants was on July 19, 1960, when there were still only eight teams in each league. Mays and Orlando Cepeda were in his lineup that day. Marichal took a no-hittter into the eighth and punched out 12.
It wasn’t merely a huge day in San Francisco. It was one of the most important baseball moments ever in the Dominican Republic, where Adrian Beltré grew up, hearing about the legend of Marichal.
“He definitely has that aura,” Beltré told me. “And not just with me. With the whole group. You can tell how all the guys are respectful of him. He’s so grateful to everybody. And the way he acts with everybody and talks to anybody, I mean, he has That Thing, that thing that you can tell. He was a really good player, but he has that humanity in him. And he’s got that humbleness to him that people just gravitate to him as a person.”
Cal Ripken Jr., the modern-day Lou Gehrig
Sometimes, it’s not simply about what you’ve done. It’s what you represent. Do we really have to explain what Cal Ripken Jr. represents? He’s this group’s Tony Stark — the Iron Man of baseball.
He broke one of those Records That Could Never Be Broken, the consecutive games streak of the great Lou Gehrig. And he did that in a time (1995) when every one of these Hall of Famers was alive to see it, to feel it, to remember its impact. So of course, his name came up.
There’s an easy argument that he’s the greatest living shortstop, and the greatest of the last 100 years. So Ripken belongs in two discussions: Who has That Aura … and Who’s the greatest living player now that Mays is gone?
“The pretty cool answer, for me,” said 2023 inductee Scott Rolen, “has got to be Ripken. I can still remember being in Double A, watching him take that victory lap around the field at Camden Yards, breaking the all-time record. That’s pretty iconic.”
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Mike Schmidt, the gold standard at third base
To enter the Greatest Living Player debate, you don’t need to buy a ticket if you’re The Best Ever at your position. So that’s Mike Schmidt, widely acknowledged these days as the best all-around third baseman of his time … or any time.
It was no surprise that Schmidt’s name was mentioned a lot, especially from the men who entered the Hall in the past couple of years.
Of course, Rolen mentioned Schmidt, the third-base giant who preceded him in Philadelphia. But Schmidt’s peak came before Rolen was quite old enough to remember it. Then his arrival in Philadelphia prompted so many comparisons that Rolen was reluctant to wade into that discussion, even now, despite his immense respect for Schmidt and all he represents.
The 2024 inductees, on the other hand, had none of those reservations.
“Michael Jack Schmidt,” said Todd Helton. “That was my guy. So it was cool seeing him.”
Then there was the newest Hall of Fame third baseman. It made perfect sense that Mike Schmidt was the very first name to roll off Adrián Beltré’s tongue when this conversation took off.
“I think mainly, for me, that guy is really Mike Schmidt,” Beltré said. “He is … in my opinion, the pinnacle. Even though I never saw him play, I understood what he meant to the game, what he did at third base.”
Johnny Bench, the best there ever was
There’s a case for Yogi Berra as the best catcher ever. If you’d like to argue for Bill Dickey or Pudge Rodriguez, Mike Piazza or Gary Carter, go right ahead. But the correct answer is Johnny Bench. So Bench holds a special place in the Cooperstown pantheon — for that and many other reasons.
More than 50 Hall of Famers attended that dinner Sunday night. But when those legends assemble, there is never any doubt about which of them will arise to take charge of every big occasion, from beginning to end of Induction Weekend.
Johnny Bench is that guy. For years, he has taken on the responsibility to represent the group, lead the group and speak for the group. So his fellow Hall of Famers can’t help but pay back that respect, for a man willing to act as the spokesman for the greatest players walking around our planet.
“Johnny’s presence is huge,” Rolen said. “Cal was kind of leading the charge in Major League Baseball when I was trying to get there. And Johnny came before that. But I know what he carries and what presence he has. You get here, and he runs the show.”
Ryne Sandberg grew up riveted by the magnetism of the Big Red Machine, even from 2,000 miles away in Washington state. So no one needs to explain to him why you can’t have any of these conversations without tipping a cap to Johnny Bench.
“His name is just synonymous with baseball,” Sandberg said. “And (loving him) as a kid, and the Big Red Machine, and the catcher, and being that guy and that hitter. … He’s the full package as well. He has the charisma. He’s the character (in the group).
“He has the ability to work a room. He has the ability to stand up there and give a speech and have everybody rolling, and it would be top-notch. He just has that about him. When you say he presides over the group, he does. That’s just what he does.”
Reggie Jackson, captain of the Nickname Hall of Fame
When you’re talking about aura, isn’t that what the mythological status of Reginald M. Jackson is all about?
You just have to watch Reggie walk by, and the highlights begin to roll in the minds of folks of a certain age: the three-homer eruption in a World Series clincher … the All-Star Game home run that nearly soared out of Tiger Stadium … and so many more.
Jackson has missed the last two Induction Weekends. But before that, he was a constant for three decades. So even when he’s in the presence of fellow Hall of Famers, he’s larger than life — not to mention louder than life.
“I remember walking down one of these steps (at the Otesaga), I think last year,” said Ted Simmons. “And coming up in the other direction was Reggie Jackson. And think what you want about him. But Reggie Jackson is pretty close to that stratosphere we’re talking about.
“Mr. October, man, is not a name that everybody gets. I mean, there’s something going on there. So if there’s a guy who was on that kind of projectile, he was on it. And I don’t care what you think about Reggie Jackson. He was a superstar. There’s a lot of nicknames. I’m real proud of mine, in fact. I’m proud of being Simba. But they don’t call me Mr. October. And they don’t call anybody else Mr. October. There’s only one: Reggie Jackson.”
George Brett, the Yankee killer
The 41st anniversary of the fabled Pine Tar Game was this week. If it’s not the most famous home run of George Brett’s career, it at least goes down as the most famous overturned home run of anybody’s career.
Does it matter anymore, to the living Hall of Famers, that American League president Lee MacPhail eventually ruled that it counted after all? It does not. It just adds to the legacy of one of the greatest third basemen in history, the greatest Kansas City Royal in history and a man who has spent the past 25 years as one of the most beloved Hall of Famers in this group.
“I always loved George Brett,” Craig Biggio said. “You know, growing up as an East Coast kid and watching him beating up on the Yankees and the whole Pine Tar deal, I loved all that. I was never really a Yankees fan or a Mets fan growing up. So watching him do his magic and then being up here and eating dinner with him, that type of stuff is kind of amazing to me.”
Rod Carew and Jim Kaat, connections to another time
One of the beauties of Cooperstown is that it’s a reminder that baseball is more than just a game. It’s one of those forces in life that connects generations — especially fathers and sons.
So when Todd Helton gazed around the room at his fellow Hall of Famers at dinner Sunday night, part of the emotion that swept over him was the powerful personal connection that two of the players in that room convey.
To him, Rod Carew and Jim Kaat were more than baseball players whose long, distinguished careers led them to this place. They were links to the short-lived baseball career of his late father, Jerry.
In his speech Sunday, Helton explained that link, saying: “My dad had a brief history in the minor leagues with the Minnesota Twins. After that, he poured that passion for baseball into me. I will never forget being in the backyard, pretending I was Jim Kaat, the first baseball player I ever knew of.”
Helton also spoke in that speech of the first VCR his family ever owned — “for the sole purpose of me watching this 15-minute video of Rod Carew on ‘The Baseball Bunch.’ He was talking about hitting the ball the other way. It was literally the only video we owned, and I must have watched it a million times.”
As he delivered those words, Carew and Kaat sat behind Helton on the stage. Then at dinner Sunday night, Helton was overcome one more time by the sight of those two living links to his father, who died in 2015.
“Obviously, there was the Jim Kaat story,” Helton said the day after that dinner. “As I said, my dad played for the Twins. And he caught him one year in spring training. So that’s who we talked about, was Jim Kaat. Both left-handers. So that’s who I pretended to be. So that was just so cool to see him. And obviously, Rod Carew too, because as I also said, I’ve watched his video a million times.”
But this time, when Helton’s count rose to a million and one visions of Rod Carew — this was different. This was real. This was the magic of Cooperstown.
Other names that came up
THE STARS NO LONGER WITH US: Mays and Aaron weren’t the only missing heroes whose names were dropped in these conversations. Tom Seaver came up. Al Kaline came up. Bob Gibson came up.
“The last few years,” Eckersley said, “we had all those guys leaving. We lost Gibson and (Joe) Morgan, (Don) Sutton and (Lou) Brock, and on and on and on. So the whole room has changed.”
But when Eckersley walks into that room, the men he is most in awe of are still “all the guys I watched when I was 10.”
“They stand out,” he said. “And they always will. Because you were 10. You didn’t have the perspective then, at all. Right? But then again, when I was 10, they didn’t have the spotlight like they do now. You could be a good player. And you might think he’s a superstar if he played for the right teams. But there’s not very many of them.”
THE STARS OF THE LAST QUARTER-CENTURY: Here’s another thought. Do we only have to confine this conversation to the best players of the 20th century?
At first, I was surprised when I began hearing the names of men who played in the 2000s. But why not? There were no rules or time limits to this discussion. So why wouldn’t those names be part of this?
Jim Thome’s name came up — because “there are the guys I played against — the Jim Thomes,” Helton said. “Jim is a great guy and a great person … and there’s certainly an aura factor with him.”
And if we’re talking aura … “I think about the guys who came after me,” said Eckersley. “Griffey Jr. would be a guy to think about in that Greatest Living Player thing.
“In some ways, I’m more in awe of the guys who just came in (to the Hall), like the (Derek) Jeters,” Eckersley went on. “I mean, look at all the publicity they have, guys like Mariano (Rivera) and Jeter and (David) Ortiz. Those guys, they’re bigger than life. Wow. But as great as they are, you can’t put them in Mays’ category.”
So here we are, right back where we began. It was special to talk about every one of these men — living, breathing Hall of Famers with a force field of greatness that surrounds them. We can talk about their aura. We can debate where they stand in the Greatest Living Player discussion. Heck, we just did.
But does that mean it’s safe to drop their names in the same sentence as the late, great Willie Mays? Even for the Hall of Famers who were part of this conversation, that was too big a leap.
“You can maybe try to do it position-by-position,” said Ted Simmons. “But it’s really hard to do. You can’t do it safely.
“But with Mays, you could do it. He played in the right place (New York in the 1950s). He was a way-above-everybody-else type star. And with that kind of focus in that kind of place, with that kind of player, you could jump to that stratosphere. That’s not to say there couldn’t have been others who could do that, but it doesn’t matter — because they could. But Mays did.”
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Why UNC star RJ Davis couldn’t resist returning for his fifth season — and one more shot
Welcome to the heartbeat. Take a seat.
The Davis family living room in their White Plains, N.Y., home is, in many ways, ordinary. Two well-worn, cream-colored sofas directly across from each other. A circular coffee table between them. Floor-to-ceiling bay windows, with decorative candles on the ledge. And the soundtrack to it all? Usually, barking, courtesy of the family Yorkshire terrier, Diggy.
“Any life decisions we make,” RJ Davis said, “yep, in that living room.”
About five years ago, there was something else in that space, too: a poster board. On it, Davis, then a high school senior, had written the names of each of his four college finalists, the schools the four-star guard was considering attending. To make his choice, Davis used one of his mother Venessa’s favorite practices. “Pros and cons,” she said. “As a psychologist, it’s something you use a lot.” With Venessa and the rest of his family — father Rob, younger brother Bryce and, of course, Diggy — gathered in the living room, Davis worked through his options.
When he’d finished writing, the decision was obvious: North Carolina.
If he only knew then what the next four years would hold.
An up-and-down freshman season that ended with Roy Williams’ shocking retirement. Then a slog of a sophomore year — until the Tar Heels turned into a rocket ship and manufactured one of the most miraculous Final Four runs in March Madness history. That led to hype entering Davis’ junior year, all of which promptly went up in flames as UNC became the first preseason No. 1 team in the modern era to miss the NCAA Tournament. And, finally, Davis’ senior season, when he sprouted into a full-blown star, posting one of the best individual campaigns in the baby blue blood’s storied history.
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This spring, at the end of April, the Davis family once again gathered in their operations center. Another decision needed to be made: Would Davis — a first-team All-American last season and one of college basketball’s most recognizable figures — return to college for a fifth season, available because of the COVID-19 pandemic, or go pro?
Because Davis is only 6 feet, the feedback he received from the NBA Draft advisory committee suggested he’d go late in the second round or undrafted entirely. But coming off his best season, what more could he prove to scouts?
“I’ve always had dreams and aspirations of playing at the next level, of playing in the NBA,” he said, “and it’s like, why not right now?”
Davis settled into one of the sofas. Time to talk.
The first weekend of April, Davis was exactly where he’d dreamed of being: Phoenix, the site of the Final Four.
Just not for the reason he’d hoped.
That’s because the past two seasons, Davis had a singular motivation: a redo. Ever since North Carolina magically stormed through the NCAA Tournament in Hubert Davis’ debut season, advancing all the way to the 2022 national title game, he wanted another crack at college hoops immortality. He was 20 minutes and a 15-point halftime lead versus Kansas away from hanging a seventh NCAA championship banner in the Dean Smith Center, and then, whoosh, everything evaporated. He’s one of five active players left from that team but the only one still wearing Carolina blue.
Last season, Davis unequivocally became “the guy” for the first time in his college career, especially after his three-year backcourt mate, Caleb Love, transferred to Arizona. And he did everything in his power to will the Tar Heels back to that stage while rewriting UNC’s record books. Davis went from averaging 12 points and three assists per game during his first three seasons in Chapel Hill to setting career highs in points (21.2 per game), 3-point percentage (39.8), assist-to-turnover ratio (better than 2-1) and steals (1.2). But most importantly, he led UNC to its first ACC regular-season title and No. 1 seed in the NCAA Tournament since 2019.
A redo, suddenly, seemed like a very realistic possibility.
Then came the Sweet 16. Red-hot Alabama. And Davis, for the first time all season, went cold. He’d made at least one 3-pointer in all 36 games to that point but went 0-for-9 from deep in a 2-point loss to the Crimson Tide.
“Shots I normally make,” Davis said. “Had I made one 3 …”
His voice trailed off.
“I kind of felt like it was my fault, just because we were so close to reaching … everything.”
A week later, Davis was there in the desert as a finalist for the Naismith College Player of the Year Award, presented annually at the Final Four. Even brushing elbows with the biggest names in the sport, being recognized for his on-court excellence, Davis couldn’t shake one underlying thought: I’d rather be playing.
He couldn’t bring himself to turn on any of that weekend’s Final Four games.
On one hand, Davis’ jam-packed trophy case spoke for itself, including ACC Player of the Year and the Jerry West Award (given annually to the nation’s top shooting guard). He etched himself into North Carolina lore, in the same stratosphere of excellence as some of the school’s best guards, names such as Phil Ford, Ty Lawson and, yes, even Michael Jordan. By virtue of his accomplishments, his jersey is going the same place theirs did: the Smith Center rafters.
But at the same time, he couldn’t stop ruminating. On the loss to Alabama. The what-ifs. Every minute detail that added up to defeat.
By the time he landed back in Chapel Hill, offseason roster-building was already in full swing. Hubert Davis was holding end-of-season meetings with all his players. And Davis knew what his head coach was going to ask, whenever they sat down:
So, RJ, what are you going to do?
Tyler Hansbrough doesn’t play much basketball these days.
“My knees,” the now-39-year-old joked. “If I’m on the court, my knees are gonna have some issues.”
But Hansbrough still works out regularly, even sneaking over to the Smith Center for a lift when he can. One day in April, he was finishing a session when a familiar face approached.
“Rarely do I try to give anybody advice,” Hansbrough said, “but he actually asked me.”
It makes sense why Davis sought Hansbrough out. The star guard spoke to plenty of people in his circle about what he should do: Armando Bacot, his four-year teammate and close friend; Cam Johnson, arguably UNC’s top active NBA player; Theo Pinson, who won the program’s last championship in 2017; and even Marcus Paige, now on North Carolina’s coaching staff. But nobody could offer the perspective Hansbrough could.
That’s because about 15 years ago, Hansbrough was in the same bind. After his standout junior season, when the 6-foot-9 forward was the unanimous national player of the year, averaging a career-best 22.6 points and 10.2 rebounds, he, too, had a pro decision to make. Had he declared, based on feedback that then-coach Williams had gathered, Hansbrough learned he likely would’ve been a late lottery pick.
But like Davis, he couldn’t get his mind off a recent NCAA Tournament heartbreak. UNC had just lost to Kansas in the 2008 Final Four, only its third defeat all season, and Hansbrough hadn’t been at his best.
“Everyone thinks that whenever you get a chance to go to the NBA, you have to go. But if you believe in yourself and you think you can be a pro, one more year in college, that’s not going to derail your pro chances,” Hansbrough said. “One more year wasn’t going to change anything for me, and I felt like I could improve.”
And?
“And we had a chance to win a national championship.”
The rest is history. Hansbrough came back, and his decision was validated when UNC did win the national title his senior season. Hansbrough was right about his pro prospects, too; the Indiana Pacers selected him 13th in the 2009 NBA Draft, the same late-lottery range that was forecast for him a year prior.
The other consideration Hansbrough mentioned to Davis? Name, image and likeness, which didn’t exist in his heyday. Davis knew NIL wouldn’t be the primary factor in his decision — “If money wasn’t involved, I’d still be playing basketball,” he said. But by virtue of his record-setting senior season, he’d earned a bevy of endorsement deals: Crocs, Verizon and one of his favorites, JBL. (Although it probably wasn’t his neighbors’ favorite; Davis’ JBL speaker may or may not have earned him a noise complaint at his apartment complex. “There’s a bass boost, so I always press that,” Davis said with a wry smile, “and the next thing you know, it’s boom.”)
Hansbrough explained his thought process to Davis in UNC’s weight room and left him with one final thought.
“You can listen to all the most important people in your life,” Hansbrough said, “and you can take their advice — which you should value — but you’re the only one that has to live your life.”
Not long after his talk with Hansbrough, Davis returned to White Plains.
“I like to go home and get grounded,” he said, “because that’s where I feel safe, and that’s where my heart lives.”
Still unsure of what he’d do, the guard continued training. Most days, he met with his skills trainer, Ross Burns, at the local Life Time Fitness, and he regularly drove to Connecticut to meet with a strength and conditioning specialist. And between those sessions, it wasn’t uncommon for Davis to swing by his old high school, Archbishop Stepinac, for an early morning or late-night shooting session.
“My good companions here in the building are our maintenance guys,” said Patrick Massaroni, Davis’ high school coach at Stepinac. “We make it work.”
Other schools poked around Davis, his parents said, seeing if he’d consider entering the transfer portal, but UNC and the NBA were the only options he considered. Whenever he thought he’d made up his mind, that lingering memory of not winning a championship reared its head.
“My mind,” he said, “was changing every day.”
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With the May 1 deadline for Davis to decide rapidly approaching, he had to stop waffling. So, back to the living room for final deliberations.
Bryce — now a freshman at Albany — wasn’t in town, so Davis FaceTimed his younger brother and put the phone in his lap. Rob and Venessa sat across from him on the opposite sofa. Diggy scurried across the hardwood floor.
Rob and Venessa reiterated what Hansbrough said: It’s your life, and you have to live with your choice.
With his mind racing, Davis stepped outside to gather his thoughts. He sat down on the family’s front porch steps and made a phone call.
To Williams, the coach who recruited him to UNC in the first place.
He walked around the block on the phone, and then came back to the family living room. “Whatever they talked about, he didn’t share,” Venessa said, “but it seemed to settle him, for sure.”
Davis didn’t make up his mind right then, but a few days later, Davis came downstairs from his bedroom and announced he’d made his decision.
Davis kept his decision close to the vest. He told his parents, obviously. Hubert Davis. But he didn’t even text his teammates.
“I wanted,” he said, flashing a toothy grin, “to keep people on their toes a little bit.”
So on the night of April 30, Davis set a timer on his phone for 3 a.m. and went to sleep. When the alarm went off, he woke up and posted a highlight video to Instagram with a simple two-word caption: “I’m back.” And then … Davis put his phone on “Do Not Disturb” and went back to bed.
The ultimate mic drop, letting the college basketball world stir while he slept.
“It wasn’t like I was saying no to my dreams (of playing in the NBA); it’s more so, I’m putting them on pause,” Davis said. “Besides the year I had this past year, there was no greater feeling than playing in that Final Four and playing in that national championship my sophomore year. I just remember watching the ball go up, and the buzzer sound hit, and we were on the losing side. … I want to be on that winning side.”
His decision finally behind him, Davis drilled down on his shooting the rest of the summer, motivated by that 0-for-9 showing against Alabama.
How much of his training was done through an NBA lens, knowing he’ll likely have to play point guard because of his size? Not much.
“That’s where guys get in trouble: They start listening to critics or scouts and start thinking they’ve got to change something,” Burns said. “No. Really, just keep being the dominant, elite shooter and scorer you are — and because you’re going to have more eyeballs on you, be a facilitator.”
So far, so good on that front: Through three games, Davis has 14 assists against just three turnovers. No. 10 UNC plays Hawaii on Friday and begins play Monday in the Maui Invitational.
There is so much still on the table for Davis this season, but three things stand above the rest.
A December rematch with Alabama as part of the ACC-SEC Challenge. The chance for Davis, if he scores the same number of points he did last season, to tie Hansbrough atop UNC’s, and the ACC’s, all-time scoring list (albeit with an extra season). “That’s hard to put into perspective,” he said. “Once I graduate and officially leave, then it’ll hit me. Like, wow, I really accomplished a lot of great things here.” And finally?
Hang a banner. Complete the redo.
“I’m just going to fulfill this moment,” Davis said, “and make the best of it.”
(Top photo of Elon’s Nick Dorn and UNC’s RJ Davis: Grant Halverson / Getty Images)
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Sara Errani serves up another tennis trophy for Italy at the Billie Jean King Cup
MALAGA, Spain — Sara Errani stands at the baseline and exhales deeply. She is about to hit a second serve, with Italy up match point against Poland. A place in the Billie Jean King Cup final is at stake. So Errani does what she has done many, many times before: she hits an underarm serve.
The ball floats into the service box and onto the racket of Iga Swiatek, one of two women’s players who can claim to be the best in the world. Swiatek is on to it in a flash and hits her return deep to Errani’s forehand. Errani again does what she has done many, many times before: she gets the ball back.
She does the same on her opponent’s next shot, hoisting a backhand lob into the air. Swiatek loops a forehand volley long and Italy is through to the final for the second year in a row.
Errani collapses to the ground in relief, celebrating with her partner Jasmine Paolini and shaking hands with the defeated opponents a few seconds later, before allowing herself a what-have-I-just-done smile.
For Errani, 37, it was another successful heist in a career full of them.
On Wednesday, she added a fourth Billie Jean King Cup title (three of which came when it was the Federation Cup) to the career Golden Grand Slam in doubles she completed this year by winning gold at the 2024 Paris Olympics alongside Paolini. It has been a stunning year for Errani, who also won the mixed doubles title at the U.S. Open with another Italian, Andrea Vavassori. She thought 2024 would be her last on tour, having won her last major 10 years ago.
“My thought last year was to play in the Olympics and then stop playing tennis, but we’re playing great in doubles and I’m having so much fun,” she said in an interview in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, at the WTA Tour Finals earlier this month.
Completing the doubles Golden Slam in Paris put Errani in an elite group of just seven women. When looking back on her career, the underarm serve to Swiatek on Monday will feel like a defining moment for a player who uses the contentious tactic more consistently and more particularly than anybody else.
Her story with the underarm serve goes to the heart of her tennis life.
The underarm serve is one of tennis’s most curious shots, caught between the poles of disrespectful trick shot and tactical masterstroke. Big servers like Nick Kyrgios can use it to take advantage of opponents who are standing back anticipating a 140mph rocket. There is an element of showmanship too; this is very much the case with Alexander Bublik. He might be blessed with a big serve, but he is also the current player probably most synonymous with the cheeky alternative.
Other players use it against specific opponents. World No. 68 Alexandre Muller told The Athletic at Wimbledon that he had specifically practised the shot to use it against Daniil Medvedev, who has one of the deepest return positions in the sport.
Corentin Moutet, a master of the shot, started practising underarm serves after a shoulder injury. He has since incorporated them into his game, doing so to great acclaim at this year’s French Open. He used the underarm serve 12 times in his third-round win against Sebastian Ofner, winning nine of those points. He is the opposite of a player like Kyrgios, using the underarm serve because he doesn’t expect to win free points behind his first serve; there is no drop-off in expected value.
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Errani’s reason for using the shot will be familiar to many amateur players: she just doesn’t trust her serve.
Errani stands at 5ft 5in (164cm) which is diminutive by modern tennis standards — just like her partner Paolini, whose serve has some heat despite her height of 5ft 4in. Errani does not have this pace, and her height has contributed to a shot often derided as the worst serve in the sport.
Smiling, she says it would be amazing to be a bit taller. “Many times, I think about that.”
Instead of letting her serve become a complete albatross, Errani has used her ground skills, tactical nous and the shock factor of a serve that regularly registers around 60mph (96.5kph) on the speed gun to reach the very top of tennis in singles and doubles.
She reached the 2012 French Open final in singles and cracked the world’s top five a year later, despite her opponents feeling that they ought to break her every single game. Instead, they are bamboozled by her incredible dexterity at the net or from the back of the court, as well as struggling to read and return her serve.
“It comes so slow and it kind of floats in the air,” Mirjana Lucic-Baroni said in a news conference after losing to Errani in the 2014 U.S. Open fourth round, a match in which Errani’s average serve speed was 76mph.
“It was really difficult to time the balls.” Errani’s serve became something of a meme in 2024 after Daniil Medvedev completely failed to return it at all during a mixed doubles match at the Paris Olympics.
Errani herself said in a news conference after that match that she has a different approach to serving from most players: “I don’t try to make winners,” she said.
“I just try to make kick, make slice, try to change my game. I need to start the point where I want. So sometimes is better for me to serve not that fast, because if you serve fast the ball is coming (back) faster.”
That conviction hasn’t always been there. Her serve reached a nadir in April 2019 when she was only recently back from a 10-month doping suspension for ingesting letrozole, which was increased from an original two months by the Court of Arbitration for Sport (CAS). Errani said she was “really disgusted” by the length of the ban, saying that her case was because of contamination after her mother, who was taking letrozole for breast cancer, dropped pills on their kitchen counter where they prepared meals.
At the Copa Colsanitas in Bogota, Colombia, Errani served 18 double faults per match in three consecutive matches (all of which she won) before hitting around half her serves underarm in a quarter-final defeat to Astra Sharma. Later that year at a low-level event in Asuncion, Paraguay, Errani took the nuclear option by serving underarm for the entire tournament. She reached the final, copping a huge amount of social media abuse in the process.
In response, she wrote on Instagram: “In Italy, I keep being insulted by a lot of people, regarding mainly my serve.
“If it is not ok for you, send a letter to WTA asking to change rules about serve or ask them to disqualify me for awful serve. If instead you just have other problems with me, send a letter to Santa.”
Five years on, she says her serve had completely overtaken everything else.
“I couldn’t compete. I was thinking all the time about my serve,” she says.
“My coach said: ‘Do one tournament all underarm and just compete.’ It was to try to make my head free from, not panic, but the tough moments.”
Despite recovering from those yips, Errani then endured an anxiety dream of a service game at the 2020 French Open during a second-round defeat to Kiki Bertens. Errani was given two time violations after five aborted ball tosses and landed only one overarm serve, with one attempt missing the baseline. Serving for the set, she was broken to love.
“Sometimes it’s there and it can come out, but I try to manage it,” she says of the nerves that can grip her when serving.
“When I was practising, my serve was good. But then in matches, I was feeling the block, the panic. I know it’s still there. It’s not like it’s in the past.”
Errani, an unwitting trailblazer, can laugh at the fact that the underarm serve has come back into fashion, certainly on the men’s side, over the past few years. “If it can be a good tactic, why not?” she laughs. Against Swiatek, the decision was more of a vibe.
“I just advised Jasmine after the first serve, so it’s just I feel it and I did it, just like that, not thinking too much,” she said in a news conference after the match.
At 37, Errani is the Italian team’s most experienced player, and as her team-mates chorused in Wednesday’s celebratory news conference she is “the brain of the team”.
Errani resembles her compatriot Jorginho, the Brazilian-born Italy and Arsenal midfielder who is so intelligent that he is a reference point for everybody else despite not being the most physically gifted.
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Paolini, who is the world No. 4 in singles and a two-time Grand Slam finalist this year, constantly looks to Errani for guidance on the doubles court.
“She wants me to tell her what to do every point – even when she serves, she likes me to tell her where to put it and I’m trying to push her to tell me what she’s feeling more,” Errani said.
Whatever the tactics, the Errani-Paolini partnership is contributing to a golden period for tennis in Italy.
On the men’s side, Jannik Sinner is the world No. 1 and has won two Grand Slams this year. He is part of an Italy team that is hoping to defend the Davis Cup this week and make it a double with the victorious BJK Cup group. Errani, who lived through a period when she was one of the ‘Fab Four’ Italian women who all reached a Grand Slam final and the world’s top 10 between 2010 and 2014 (Francesca Schiavone, Roberta Vinci and Flavia Pennetta were the others), believes that all the current top players from her country are pushing each other to greater heights.
And Errani has no desire to leave the golden age behind just yet. “I said to Jasmine: ‘I’ll continue next year for sure and then we’ll see,’” she says.
After the genre-defining underarm serve against Swiatek, this wily veteran still has at least one last heist in her.
(Top photo: Fran Santiago / Getty Images for ITF)
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Ray Lewis wants FAU head-coaching job, but Charlie Weis Jr. still the frontrunner: Sources
FAU football, which rose to national relevance under Lane Kiffin, has backslid over the last five seasons under Willie Taggart and the recently fired Tom Herman. The Owls’ new coaching search, though, might be the most interesting one of this year’s coaching carousel.
And it got a little more interesting this week, as Miami great Ray Lewis has made it known that he really wants to be the Owls’ next coach, a source briefed on Lewis’ thinking said Wednesday.
The 49-year-old Lewis, a 13-time Pro Bowl linebacker, has observed the model of what Deion Sanders has done transforming Colorado football in the past two years and is expected to present a plan to the Owls’ leadership in the next week for how he’d do something similar at FAU.
Lewis’ old buddy, fellow Pro Football Hall of Famer Cris Carter, is the Owls’ executive director of player engagement and is expected to be a good resource for Lewis. A big hurdle for Lewis is, unlike Sanders, he doesn’t have any previous college coaching experience.
“Ray wants it bad,” the source briefed on Lewis’ thinking said. Lewis lives five minutes from the FAU campus. “He really wants it.”
Lewis, however, is not considered a serious candidate at this point, according to a source involved in the coaching search.
The frontrunner for the FAU vacancy, according to multiple sources involved in the search, is Ole Miss offensive coordinator Charlie Weis Jr. The 31-year-old son of former Notre Dame coach Charlie Weis, who lives a half-hour from Boca Raton, is the play caller at a hot Rebels program and runs the nation’s No. 2 offense, putting up 7.58 yards per play.
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The younger Weis was Kiffin’s former offensive coordinator at FAU and knows the program well. He has a lot of support from some key FAU people, according to sources involved in the search. Kiffin has strong influence back at FAU and will push Weis for the job, those sources said. Financially, Weis — who makes $1.65 million at Ole Miss — might have to take a pay cut to go back to FAU but a source briefed on the matter said he doubted that would stop Weis from wanting this job.
Other expected candidates for the FAU job
Georgia Tech offensive coordinator Buster Faulkner might make more sense for the Owls. The 43-year-old helped turn Tech from the ACC’s No. 11 offense to No. 3 last year. In 2022, the year before he was hired in Atlanta, Georgia Tech ranked last in the ACC in red zone offense. His offense is No. 2 in the ACC in red zone TD percentage.
Penn State assistant head coach/co-OC Ja’Juan Seider is a well-regarded coach with deep local ties and is expected to get some consideration. The 47-year-old Belle Glade, Fla., product was a star quarterback at Florida A&M and is well-connected around South Florida. Players really respond to him. He also has been a key assistant in Happy Valley, at Marshall and West Virginia.
UCF offensive coordinator Tim Harris Jr. has spent his whole coaching career in the state. He was a four-time NCAA All-American in track at Miami and then spent five years as a successful high school coach in South Florida at Miami’s Booker T. Washington High before spending seven seasons at FIU. Since then, he’s coached at Miami and UCF, where he has produced the Big 12’s most prolific offense at 6.76 yards per play.
UNLV offensive coordinator Brennan Marion, a former Miami Dolphins wideout who lived in Boynton Beach, not far from the Owls’ campus, might be an intriguing option. He has proven to be a terrific offensive coordinator in two stops at the FCS level before an excellent two-season run of transforming the Rebels into a winning program. Last year he led the Rebels to No. 6 in the country in third down offense and No. 8 in red zone offense despite his starting QB going down early and having to turn to an unproven freshman in Jayden Maiava, who went on to win Mountain West Freshman of the Year honors. This year, the Rebels, with Maiava having left for USC, are No. 6 in the nation in scoring at 39.9 points per game.
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FSU defensive backs coach Pat Surtain could be in play at his alma mater Southern Miss, but he also has strong ties here. He played a decade in the NFL before becoming a top high school coach in South Florida. The 48-year-old spent one season with the Miami Dolphins as an NFL assistant before joining FSU’s staff in 2023.
Georgia assistant head coach Todd Hartley, 39, spent three years coaching in South Florida on the Canes’ staff. He is someone Kirby Smart has leaned on in elevating the program since Hartley’s return to Athens in 2019. Southern Miss also has a lot of interest in Hartley for its head coaching vacancy.
Duke defensive coordinator Jonathan Patke, a Manny Diaz protege who was on the staff at Miami, is a rising star at defensive coordinator. He’s had a strong debut season in Durham and also could be in play.
Miami defensive ends coach Jason Taylor. The Pro Football Hall of Famer, who had been a high school assistant for five seasons at powerhouse St. Thomas Aquinas, is a legendary figure around South Florida. In 2007, Taylor won the NFL’s prestigious Walter Payton Man of the Year honors and has been an excellent addition to the Canes staff the past two seasons.
— Chris Vannini contributed to this report
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