Yesterday was the 63rd anniversary
of a sports upset so astounding it
enrapt a state and got the attention
of a nation. Here in McHenry
County, Illinois we know the story well. But you likely haven’t heard
it. Even if you are not a sports fan, sit back, put your feet up and
enjoy.
America was a different, dimly remembered place in 1952.
Despite a pesky, almost forgotten war in far off Korea and a national
kerfuffle over the red menace under the bed, most folks got through
their days undisturbed by those events. The flush of the Great
Prosperity was just picking up full steam. Folks whose lives had been
disrupted by decades of Depression and war were going about the business
of finally living their lives.
Television was the great new thing. But away from the bigger
cities most folks couldn’t yet pick up a station and most Americans did not yet
own a set. People found their entertainment and amusements in their communities.
Fraternal organizations and social clubs flourished.
People got up and got out, went to movies,
played in the park with their
children, mingled with their neighbors
on front porches and stoops.
Small towns
across the country were not yet by-passed by the Interstate. The train still pulled up to the depot. The shopping center at the edge of town was something folks mostly read
about in Life or Look—it may be coming but wasn’t
there yet for most. Downtowns
were busy, thriving places.
I don’t mean to paint this as a Utopia. People had
problems. There was conflict. Folks were expected to stay close to carefully assigned gender, race, and class roles, to shut up, get with the program, and not make
waves. It was just a different time.
The vital center of interest in many
of the medium sized cities, towns, and even rural villages was the fate of the
local High School athletic teams.
Things had been disrupted some by the mobility caused by the War, but a lot of
folks stayed in or near the towns where they grew up. They were loyal to
the schools they attended and that their children still attended. People
knew each other, knew the players on the teams or at least some of their kin
folk. And on any given night there was nothing more exciting to do in
town than to turn out to cheer the boys—and they were all boys then—on.
In Illinois basketball was
the big thing. Maybe it didn’t reach the legendary mania of neighboring Indiana,
but it came damn close. Of course football was exciting and where it was
played bleachers were filled. But it required huge squads and expensive
equipment. A lot of small town schools could not afford the expense or
muster enough players for a team. Baseball was great, but it was
far too cold in Illinois to play much as a varsity sport. People followed
local semi-pro or American Legion teams.
But basketball only required 5 guys in their underwear, a ball and a gym floor. Every school had
those.
The biggest annual sporting event in
the state, bar none, was the annual Illinois High School Association (IHSA)
Basketball Championship played in an
elimination tournament before packed
houses at the University of Illinois Huff Gym in downstate Champaign.
Games were broadcast to wide audiences on the radio. Every newspaper in
the state from small town weeklies to the mighty Chicago Tribune dispatched their top sports writers and photographers
to capture every exciting detail.
In those bygone days the IHSA had
not yet divided schools into separate
classes by size. Every school big and small competed head to
head. Winners of conference championships and regionals headed for Champaign on an equal footing.
Which brings us to Green Giants of
Hebron High School.
Hebron was a village in northern McHenry County, not far south of the Wisconsin border in the heart of a rich
corn and dairy farming region.
The Village of Hebron boasted about
700 souls and the whole of Hebron
Township, from which the High School largely drew its student body, about
double that. Hebron High had 96 students, 36 of them males eligible for the varsity basketball team.
That was up a tad over previous
years. The one-room school house district of even tinier neighboring Alden had been closed the year before
and its handful of high school age students came to the school for the first
time in the fall of 1951.
Despite its small numbers, Hebron
had a proud basketball tradition. It
frequently led or was close to the top of its conference. Back in 1940 the Green Giants had even made
it to the State Championships. They
didn’t win, but 12 seasons later the community was still talking about it. All of the boys on the team grew up hearing
about it even though they had no memory themselves.
In 1948 Russell Ahern took over the team from the beloved long time coach
who had led that 1940 squad. Ahern’s
only coaching experience was in baseball.
But the social studies teacher
who had majored in philology threw
himself into his new assignment and studied the game. He also studied motivation. And he had
serious ambitions for his team.
He had the nucleus of a very good
squad in 1951. Four junior were going to
be returning seniors. Twins Paul and Phil Judson were the heart of the team. They had been playing together all of their
lives and were said to have “one mind.”
They anticipated each other’s moves and fed the ball to each other with
uncanny accuracy. Also on the team were
two other seasoned players, Kenny
Spooner and Don Wilbrandt.
The team didn’t make the Finals in
’51, but Ahern took his juniors to Champaign anyway. They watched games together from nosebleed seats, high up so they could
follow the action. Ahern wanted the boys
to get a feel for the atmosphere of the playoffs and see the caliber and style
of play of the big teams that dominated the competition.
The final piece of the team puzzle
walked into the school for the first time in September. Farm boy Bill
Shultz was one of the kids from Alden.
He never played basketball in his life.
But he stood 6 foot 10. Ahern had
found a center—if he could teach him
how to play.
That season in addition to
conference opponents Ahern scheduled contests with many large teams to get his
squad used to playing in big noisy gyms
and high level players. Likely many of those opposing coaches thought
they were agreeing to a gimmie game against the tiny school. Boy were they wrong.
The team went 35 and 1 for the
season, the only loss being to Crystal
Lake. As the momentum of the season
picked up, so did notice, even from big city papers. The team was ranked No.1 in the state almost
all season by both the AP and UP polls. Tickets to their home games in a tiny
gymnasium were almost impossible to get.
Local fans followed them to the big schools they played.
The Green Giants came to Champaign
as one of the Sweet Sixteen. One by one they knocked of big powerhouse schools. They beat Lawrenceville and then Rock
Island to advance to the finals against Quincy, the No. 1 seed
in the tournament. The river front town school boasted of an enrollment of over 1,200 students.
The two teams met on March 22. It was the first IHSA championship broadcast on television to an estimated
audience of over a million. Many times
that number were glued to radios across the state to follow the action.
It was a tight, fast paced game,
tied at the end of regular play. The Green Giants busted it open in overtime wining 64-56. Astonishingly the five starters played almost
every minute of the game except for a few plays which Phil Judson, who had five
fouls, sat out.
The game captured headlines across
the state. It was splashed across the
top of the Tribune sports page
dwarfing a mention that the University
of Illinois had made it into the Sweet Sixteen of the NCAA Tournament.
The team in a Woodstock parade. Photo by Don Peasley. |
Crowds lined the streets in towns
all the way from Champaign to Hebron to cheer the unlikely champions. The reception back home was never to be
forgotten.
No other team from such a small
school ever won the Championship under the old system. Even when schools were divided by class, the
record stands in the small school division.
Hebron has never stopped
celebrating. Drive to the town today and
you will see from all direction the globular
water tower painted to look like a basketball and proclaiming Hebron the
“Home of the 1952 State Champions.” Businesses
in town are named for the team. One
whole wall of the local tavern is
dedicated to photos and memorabilia. The
owners report that it is still a destination of pilgrimage for former
Hebronites or for anyone inspired by the legendary team.
63 years later the Hebron skyline is still dominated by the basketball water tower. |
The McHenry County Historical Society Museum in Union features a permanent
exhibition about the team and its players.
It may be the museum’s most popular attraction.
The Basketball Hall of Fame in Springfield,
Massachusetts has an exhibit with photos of the team, coach, and cheerleaders
and a game ball.
The team’s accomplishments were
celebrated in a 2002 documentary Becoming Giants and in a book, Once There Were Giants by Scott Johnson and Julie Kistler.
The team has regularly assembled for
anniversaries of the event.
Coach Ahern died in 1976. All of his players came to his bed side
before he passed.
Amazingly four of the five starters
were alive in 2012 to gather at what is now known as Alden-Hebron High School for a 60 anniversary
celebration. Team Captain Wilbrandt died
in 1998.
For them and their town, the thrill
has never gone away.
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