As for the philosophy, Bartow is going modern and allowing a bit of dat ol" debbil one-on-one out on the floor. "We're not going to go hully-gully, but there will be a little freedom," he says.
With Bartow loosening the reins, the rest of the country—with the possible exception of the state of Indiana—can start humming, "Hoofbeats keep falling on my head," because the Bruins have the horses from top to bottom. The bench is so deep that several potential stars are drowning in obscurity at the far end of it. Only five players can be on the floor at once, and after Richard Washington, Andre McCarter and Marques Johnson (called Stalin, Churchill and Roosevelt by Bartow), the talent levels off to just below world class.
For years UCLA has been running an underground railroad called the ABA-NBA Transcontinental Line. This season four good freshmen have signed on board. The biggest is 6'10" David Greenwood, who would not even need a slingshot against Goliath. Greenwood does things like dribbling behind his back, shooting fadeaway jumpers from the ozone and snagging his knee pads on the rims. Still, he is probably not good enough to start, and neither are the other frosh, Guards Roy Hamilton and Brad Holland and Forward Chris Lippert. UCLA has that kind of team.
Only the Big Three—Washington, McCarter and Johnson—are assured starting jobs. Forward Washington's outside shooting is improved, which will take some inside pressure off 7'1� Ralph Drollinger, the most likely regular at center. Introspective Guard McCarter seems ready to blossom. He spent the summer honing his jump shot and lifting weights. Forward Johnson again looks like Pop-eye after fully recovering from last year's bout with hepatitis.
Diminutive Jim Spillane started the first four games at guard in 1974-75 before McCarter moved into the lineup for good. Now Spillane should play alongside McCarter, although the two freshmen and sophomore Raymond Townsend will press him.
The worst news for this year's opponents is that the Bruins feel they have something to prove—that they can win without Xs and Os chalked by the Wizard. " Coach Wooden was the master," says McCarter. "He proved his greatness. Now we have to prove ours."
Oh, yes, the secret. UCLA has only two seniors, and unless somebody jumps off the train at Hardship Junction, the Bruins should be even better next year.
The number 10 suggests power and authority: Ten Commandments, 10 tons, ten-shun. Marquette is bullish on 10s. Ten-strong in players for a change, the Warriors are almost certain to go to a postseason tournament for the 10th straight year. Should they qualify for the NCAAs, then 10 could really become Marquette's lucky number. After nine seasons of routine success, the Warriors now have the talent to do the extraordinary—win a national title.
Even Al McGuire, the middle-aging James Dean who is in his 12th year as the Marquette coach, is optimistic—in his fashion. "The petty jealousies and dissension haven't started yet," he says. "Maybe the agents will give us until January."