mind spending the money," Tynberg said, "when the boy ends up at
Carolina. But when they go somewhere else, you don't like it at all. These kids
are funny. They're not very loyal. Most of them have their hand out all the
Gotkin is more
philosophical. "You know," he said recently, "I see more than 300
basketball games a year. In the Garden. In high school gyms. Everywhere. I
really work hard at it. But people appreciate it. Look at this card I got. See,
it says I'm in the Durham [ N.C.] Tarheel Club. Pretty soon I'll be in all the
Tarheel clubs all over Carolina. I should be. I get the best ballplayers in the
country for Frank McGuire.
"You want to
know what I did two years ago? That was when Paul Likins who played for Frank
at Carolina won a Rhodes scholarship. I like Paul a lot, see. So I gave him a
Sherlock Holmes cap and pipe. You know, I wanted him to feel at home in
Few scouts are
that magnanimous. A truer picture of recruiting motives was shown after the
last game of the Flushing tournament. Garfinkel, touting North Carolina State,
and Alper were sitting with a particularly bright prospect.
Alper asked the player, "what do I care where you go to school? What does
it mean to me? Nothing. But I don't want to see you throw four years of your
life down the drain."
After a slight
pause he added, "Why don't you go to William and Mary or to Richmond?
Listen, I spent the happiest four years of my life at William and Mary. No? All
right, then, how about Richmond? Tell you what I'll do. I'll put $5,000 in the
bank in your name. If Richmond doesn't give you everything they promise, the
$5,000 is yours. No strings attached. I'll have my lawyer draw it up in
writing. That a deal?"
laughed. He was used to fabulous offers that were rarely backed up. "Why
don't you guys lay off me? I've made up my mind to go to North Carolina. Now,
why don't you leave me alone for a while?"
For a moment no
one spoke. Then Garfinkel slowly pulled a fountain pen out of his inside
pocket, possibly to cross the boy's name off his list of prospects. The boy
"Hey, that's a
nice-looking pen, Howie," the boy said.