Georgetown considers Patrick Ewing for head-coaching position, Update: HE GOT IT!

The Two Sides of The New Ewing Theory
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by Ben Standig@BenStandig Apr 4, 2017, 5:19pm EDT TWEET


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There are two distinct factions when it comes to Georgetown hiring Patrick Ewing as the next men’s basketball coach. Those who love, LOVE the move and those who are quietly uneasy.

That first group is filled with dreamers, NBA columnists and old-school college basketball fans that remember when the Hoyas ruled the land with Ewing front and center. That other group is largely comprised of those who consume all things Georgetown. Who scream for joy after big wins and sought therapy after Florida Gulf Coast.

Most of what you’ve read following Monday’s big news expresses thoughts from that first group. This column speaks for that second faction.

Nobody knows whether Ewing will thrive as a first-time head coach on any level. All involved hope he rocks. We remember his famous arrival in 1981, his intimidating presence fueling “Hoya Paranoia,” the 1984 national championship and the Hall of Fame NBA career. After suffering back-to-back losing seasons, there’s excitement with the program’s most iconic player returning to save the day. Just no shock for those who understand the program’s thinking.


Nostalgia isn’t back on campus with the hire. It never left. The Hoyas live in the past, many believe. This move only reinforces that notion. The past is why those on the outside adore the hire. It’s why many of those who contemplate Hoyas hoops daily are in “we’ll see” mode.

When longtime coach John Thompson III was fired last month, even those opposed viewed the move as a chance for change. Always respect the championship past, the Big East prowess, the popular culture impact. But the 21st century is here and nearly two decades old. On many levels, Georgetown’s thinking remains stuck in the 1980’s.

Let’s pause for a moment of reflection. PATRICK EWING IS THE NEW GEORGETOWN COACH. The 11-year-old me who wore gray t-shirts all the time because Ewing did so under his Hoyas jersey can’t believe this is happening. Dick Vitale once dubbed Ewing the greatest college basketball player of all-time. Pinch me.


Of course, that’s all about memory lane. Making Georgetown great again shouldn’t be simply about going back in time, even if that kind of thinking is prevalent these days.

Let’s respect Ewing’s coaching acumen. He took an assistant job with the Wizards immediately after his NBA career ended in 2002. Ewing, 54, spent the next nine seasons working under the brothers Van Gundy, Jeff and Stan. Since 2013 he’s held the Associate Head Coach title under Charlotte head coach Steve Clifford. Those three are considered tactical gurus.

Tactical concerns were part of the “Is JTIII in trouble” conversations along with just one NCAA Tournament appearance in the last four seasons. The losses didn’t solely doom his tenure. The program’s closed off ways, which took hold in Ewing’s playing era, played a large part.

Limited access for and embracing of fans/students is a frequent complaint along with scant behind-the-scenes looks. Not allowing freshman to speak with the media until second semester remains among the program’s more antiquated policies.

Recruiting isn’t only about the players. JT3, like Ewing, wasn’t an extrovert. Give fans emotion if you want them along for the ride. Otherwise, all they cling to are wins. Once the victories went away in recent years, the faithful lost hope. They turned into empty seats at Verizon Center and on JT3 quicker than an Allen Iverson fastbreak.

Does any of this change under Ewing? We’ll see.

That after his lengthy NBA career Ewing could have gone straight to the beach and instead chose the bench as an assistant coach speaks to work ethic. Good. He’ll need that on the recruiting trail, an aspect some suggest accounts for 80 percent of a D1 coaching job.

Ewing’s only known experience in that area comes from his own and that of son Patrick Jr., who was part of JT3’s staff last year. Today’s 16-year-old* hot shots may only know of Ewing’s significance if they watched the great 30-for-30 documentary on the Big East or heard tales of glory from an older relative.

(*If we’re going with the wayback machine, Georgetown should seriously consider getting Iverson truly involved with the program. Nobody connected with Georgetown relates to the current generation of future Hoyas on and off the court better than the legendary guard.)

Ewing often stated his desire for one of those coveted 30 NBA head coaching gigs. It’s doubtful any scenario other than the siren call from Georgetown alters his course. It’s doubtful Georgetown hires any other NBA assistant with zero college coaching experience.

John Thompson Jr. turned this program into a national powerhouse. Following his retirement in 1999, we’ve had his lead assistant, one of his two sons and now his surrogate son take over. Some in D.C. might suggest that’s lineage isn’t hope and change, but rather more of the same.

We should absolutely give Ewing benefit of the doubt. It’s simply hard for some considering all of the intertwinings. Realize some feared a rumored Tommy Amaker hire simply because the Harvard coach is represented by long-time Thompson confident David Falk. Amaker’s image doesn’t hang throughout the new-ish, 144,000 square foot-ish, $60 million-ish Thompson Athletic Center like the heralded Ewing.

With only eight scholarship players currently on the roster, Georgetown likely struggles again next season. How quickly winning returns to the Hilltop likely depends on how Ewing and his yet-to-be-determined staff adjust to the recruiting wars and AAU culture. For all involved, let’s hope that happens and soon. If you thought the idea of firing JTIII was rough, imagine the icon known for his gray t-shirts getting the pink slip.

Some will tell you this hire isn’t about nostalgia because of Ewing’s diligent work on the NBA level and therefore deserves a shot. He did, he does and yet those folks are off base, the quietly uneasy types will say. That first faction is thinking of Ewing’s long-awaited opportunity and a program’s past glories. That other group, having truly lived through Georgetown’s past, regularly focuses on the Hoyas’ future. For once they thought the path wouldn’t be so obvious. They want Georgetown to be great again. They just aren’t sure going back in time is the progressive call. We’ll see.

http://www.casualhoya.com/2017/4/4/...ire-patrick-ewing-head-coach-new-ewing-theory
 
Patrick Ewing Says He Can't Keep His Son On Staff Because Of Georgetown's Nepotism Clause

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Georgetown basketball legend Patrick Ewing, newly hired as the men’s basketball coach at his alma mater, went on The Sports Junkies this morning to dish about his new job. A few tidbits: After coaching in the NBA, Georgetown was the only college gig he would take; he’s always valued his former coach John Thompson Jr.’s advice and will continue to do so; and he’s not worried about recruiting. Also, he said he can’t keep his son, Patrick Ewing Jr., on the coaching staff because of nepotism clause.


“It is 100 percent your son is going stay on staff, right?” the hosts joked.

“I wish, I wish that that could be that case, you know, they have a nepotism clause and unfortunately they’re going to stand by it,” Ewing said.

“Is that an NCAA thing or a Georgetown thing?”

“It’s a Georgetown thing to my knowledge,” Ewing said before the hosts said that they would “lobby on your behalf.”

“Please do, please do,” Ewing laughed.

Ewing is taking over for Thompson’s son, John Thompson III, who was fired after two losing seasons. Ewing Jr., who also played at Georgetown after transferring from Indiana, has been the director of basketball operations for the Hoyas since August 2015. Are we sure that nepotism clause is working?

Correction (11:45 a.m. ET): This post has been updated to reflect that Ewing Jr. transferred to Georgetown from Indiana.

http://deadspin.com/patrick-ewing-says-he-cant-keep-his-son-on-staff-becaus-1794032182


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Gotta be better than John Thompson III who was a terrible coach and should have fired seasons ago. :hmm:
 
In the few times I've heard him speak he doesn't seem articulate at all. He's even worse than Jim Harbaugh. I hope he's better at coaching than he is in talking to the media.
 
I think its the generation. I would ask my dad who was a better Knick and he would mention Reed and Frazier and I would ask about Ewing and he always called Ewing a bum. I thought Ewing was a beast but I grew up watching him and only saw highlights of Reed walking back on to the court. I have heard Bernard King as being a better Knick than Ewing and he was only there a few years. Just like people praise Lebron and older generations likes Jordan, Magic and Bird better.

I don't think rings make the better player cause then they are saying Brad Johnson, Joe Flacco and Trent Dilfer are better than Dan Marino.
 
Fail.

HUGE FAIL!!!
John Sr. not walkin thru that door bro. The program should be happy to get Big Pat.
No. Pat cant fucking coach.. can barely speak.. and cant recruit this area.. No fucking thanks.

Shaka Smart should have never gone to Texas to chase money. He would have been given keys to the fucking city if he were still at VCU.
This is so idiotic. His ability to hold a fucking press conference doesn't matter (and would matter even less in the NBA, where he should havebeen given an opportunity a long time ago). He can communicate with his players as well as anybody and is an NBA legend who would have a huge edge in recruiting the Anthony Davises and DeMarcus Cousinses of the world.
Bitch, didnt i tell you to stop talking sports!!!! The importance of being an effective communicator at high profile DI sports institution extends beyond the presser you fucking moron.. These coaches are beholden to boosters, AD's, parents and wealthy alum/board members. Communication is an important aspect in fostering/building these relationships and instilling trust to all parties.. And you know NOTHING about recruiting and coaching as evidenced by you apparently thinking he would have an edge on signing blue chip bigs based on some forged height and position based connection .. and you have the audacity to call anyone an idiot.... Again stfu!!!
I distinguished between public speaking and other forms of communication and you responded with a list of other forms of communication. In your haste to attack a tree, you missed the forest.

What grounds do you have to claim that Ewing can barely speak? Have you had a conversation with him, do you know people who have worked with him? If not, your baseless repetition of an attack that has been made on that man since he was a student at Georgetown is grounds for you to do the shutting up. I don't think hearing Ewing speak in interviews, post-game or otherwise, is even near a basis for repeating this unsubstantiated attack on his intelligence. Everything I have ever heard suggests you are wrong and the idea that negative perceptions of his public speaking can keep him out of a job after a decade and a half, particularly in the NBA, where a coach's public speaking ability ultimately means jackshit, is contemptible garbage.
You didnt distinguish shit... you only displayed your ignorance on subject matter you spoke loudly and wrongly on... Something you continue to do far too regularly... I had more patience with the shit when you were a teen or early 20 something.. Now not so much. Go away bro.
The difference between me and you besides, age, experience, wealth, success, awareness,... is that i dont speak on matters i have little insight, education and knowledge on.. You on the other hand continue to speak arrogantly and ignorantly about shit you dont have a fucking clue. You're a fucking imbecile.. .. and a stubborn one at that.
@Rembrandt Brown , atone bitch nigga. And for the umpteenth time.. Stop talking about shit you know nothing about. And never talk sports with me again. And talk talk shit about city business until you fucking apologize you funky ass bitch you.
 

Patrick Ewing’s big Knicks regret was not knowing it was over
By Mike Vaccaro
June 1, 2020 | 9:13pm


Years later, Patrick Ewing would sit beside the long oak desk in a corner of the Georgetown basketball office. He’d spoken with great enthusiasm of this present passion, coaching his alma mater. He’d talked about the difficulty folding away in storage trunks all the memories he’d stored up as a player.
“My life is a coach now,” he’d said, laughing. “Nobody wants to hear me tell old war stories. These guys [he pointed toward the Hoyas’ practice gym] only want to kid me about how short my shorts were when I played here.”
There was testimony to back up Ewing’s words; Georgetown is a Nike school, and that means there was an Air Jordan logo on his shirt, and his sweatpants, and the windbreaker he’d worn to the office, there was a large silhouette of Michael Jordan mid-flight dominating one of the walls.
“I can’t escape him,” he said, chuckling. “But business is business.”
Still, Ewing admitted to only one regret that occasionally slipped from those locked boxes of memory, that ate at him still.
“I wish I knew I was playing my last game as a Knick when I played it,” he said. “I would’ve liked to take a few mental pictures of that.”
The smile grew a wisp melancholy.
“All I know is, that the season ended with a loss,” he said. “Again.”
He was hurt again that spring of 2000, because that was the image of Ewing as a Knick at the end: limping, wincing, squinting, swaddled in ice, prone on a trainer’s table, as likely to emerge from the Garden tunnel in a high-end business suit as in warm-ups.
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In 1998, he’d broken his right wrist, missed most of the year. In ’99, a bum Achilles robbed him of the last four games of the Eastern Conference finals with Indiana, and all of the Finals against San Antonio.
This time, it was tendinitis in his right foot. It flared during the Knicks’ opening-round sweep of the Raptors, limited his effectiveness during their annual seven-game crusade with the Heat (though he’d gotten 20 points and 10 rebounds during a gutty, grisly, 83-82 Game 7 win in Miami).
But against the Pacers in the East finals he hurt himself early in Game 2, missed Games 3 and 4 (both narrow Knicks wins) and returned to help stake the Knicks to an 18-point lead at Conseco Fieldhouse in Game 5 before the Pacers stormed back to win and creep within a game of clinching the Finals.
On the morning of June 2, 2000, Post readers were greeted with this annual rite of spring on Page 1:

Ewing guarantees Knicks victory tonight
It is sometimes difficult to remember the way those Knicks used to invigorate the city. They hadn’t won a title as a group, but they were the hardest out in the sport; the Pacers learned that the hard way the year before. There was little doubt they would take care of business that night, then engage in some manner of epic passion play two days later back in Indy.
“I guess it’s just going to have to be one of those series for us,” Ewing said then. “This team thrives on adversity. We’ll win.”
They didn’t win. They came out inspired for a quarter, allowing the 19,763 in attendance to believe, but then the Pacers ran them off the court. Reggie Miller scored 34, shot 5-for-7 from 3. Dale Davis had 16 rebounds. The final was 93-80 but felt much, much worse. Indiana’s Mark Jackson kissed the Garden floor at the final buzzer.

Ewing played 37 minutes in agony, scored 18 points, grabbed 12 rebounds. When he was pulled late in the game there was a modest stirring from the scattered remains of the crowd. As he walked toward the tunnel, he spotted a familiar face who’d worked for the team for each of the 1,174 games he’d played as a Knick.
“You’re still the man,” he told Ewing.
“No,” Ewing said, smiling, “not anymore.”
“You’ll still get your ring,” he was told.

“I hope so,” he said, disappearing into the darkness, into the locker room, where he would soon greet reporters in his familiar light blue terrycloth robe, his feet buried in dueling ice buckets, where he was immediately asked if he would be back for the final year of his $16 million contract.
“Definitely,” he said.
He wasn’t. It would take 110 days, but on Sept 20, the Knicks shipped Ewing to Seattle in a four-team deal that, in the immediate, yielded Glen Rice, Luc Longley and Travis Knight — and in the long run locked them in a salary-cap jail in which they languished for almost a decade. Ewing lasted two more years, never looking quite right in the garish colors of the Sonics or the Orlando Magic.
Never getting that ring. Or the final chapter he so craved.
In his Georgetown office that Friday in October 2018 Patrick Ewing — who recently revealed he’d been treated for COVID-19 — reiterated what he’d said on the night of Feb. 28, 2003, at Madison Square Garden, when his number, 33, was officially lifted to the Garden rafters, taking its proper place among the franchise giants.
“I’m a Knick,” he said. “I’m always going to be a Knick.”
Twenty years ago Tuesday, without knowing it, he said goodbye to that chapter of his life. He wishes it could have gone differently. He isn’t alone.


 
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