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It’s a real thrill to be here tonight for the unveiling of this incredible painting.
Imagine how much more thrilling it would be if you’ll hadn’t lost to Iowa State
last week. Iowa State. That’s an ag school. We’re the ACC. That’s like the
But I’m the last person to be criticizing basketball players. I was the only
person on my sixth grade basketball team who didn’t score one point all season
long. That’s not easy to do. I always thought my problem was my size, but at
five feet and two inches, Mugsy Bogues dazzled the NBA, and I realized my
We are here tonight in a building called the John Paul Jones Arena. I was
aggrandizing. But the Jones in this arena’s name isn’t mine; it belongs to two
men born hundreds of years apart who happen to share the same name, and
there are very specific reasons why it’s perfect that this arena is named after
them.
My father is a great guy, despite the fact that he was a lawyer. The bad rap
that most lawyers get simply doesn’t apply to those who, like my father,
graduated from the University of Virginia Law School. He was married to a
phenomenal woman, my mother. She was a good mother, and all good mothers
Fifteen years ago, when my father was seventy-five years old, my mother was
diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. When she died eight years ago I was worried for
him. Studies have shown that when a longtime spouse dies, the surviving
spouse often dies in the next twelve to fifteen months. But Dad didn’t die, and
sport he had never really paid attention to for the first 75 years of his life. It
helped him escape the agonizing tyranny that Alzheimer’s visited upon his
and wonderfully funny woman, to someone who lost all of her faculties.
Watching basketball gave him a new purpose, and it saved his life. It also
enabled him to meet his second wife, Sandra, who’s every bit as wonderful as
When I say my dad became obsessed with the game, I’m not exaggerating. For
the past fifteen years, he has attended every home game of the Memphis
Grizzlies and the University of Memphis Tigers. One year he was voted the
Grizzlies’ #2 fan. He would have been the #1 fan, but since he’s on a fixed
income, he just couldn’t afford to buy off those last five hundred votes.
What you guys do every time you step onto that court matters. Henry David
Thoreau famously wrote in Walden that the mass of men lead lives of quiet
desperation. Those words might be a tad strong, but I think their essence is
true. Most people get worn down by the mundane demands of their lives.
They’re trying to feed the kids, they’re trying to pay the bills, they’re trying to
find a job, they’re trying to enjoy the job they have, and they just get worn
down. And bored. And even a little dead inside. But watching you guys play
invigorates and renews us. It thrills us into being alive. Similarly, in some of my
surprised to learn that once word about that battle got out, thousands of
Flamborough Head and watch it unfold. There was the thrill of sport in that
much like fans flock to this arena when Duke comes to town.
game, he’s surrounded by thousands of people who, for three hours, share the
same goal of a Grizzlies victory. The downside is they also share the same
destiny, which is usually another Grizzlies loss. But even in loss there’s a sense
of community. Just ask a Cubs fan. When you guys win, everybody in the
but on the field of play. Every time Roger Federer steps onto the tennis court,
combination that knocked down George Foreman in their 1974 Rumble in the
Jungle. Even the simple jump shot is beautiful—the way you guys jump so
straight, extend those arms and flick your wrist to create an exquisite backspin
rotation on the ball as it arcs through the air. It really is poetry of a sort, and
you do it so frequently you probably take it for granted. I just wish more of
On the court, you’re doing so much more than merely playing a game. My
father is living proof of that, and that’s why this arena is named after him.
But it’s also named after the John Paul Jones of history, the legendary naval
said, “I consider this officer to be the principal hope of our future efforts on
into it, twenty-two of twenty-five marines on Jones’ ship were dead, dozens of
his seamen were severely burned, the ship was on fire, it was sinking, and
At one point, two of Jones’ men, unable to find him, assumed he was dead.
One of them shouted the word for surrender: “Quarters!” But Jones wasn’t
dead. And when he heard that surrender, he flew into a rage, calling for those
two men to be killed. He took out his own gun and fired at one of them, but
the gun had no bullets, so he threw the gun at the other guy and knocked him
out cold. Then he heard the British captain shout from his ship, “Do you call for
Quarters?”
The famous phrase that Jones shouted in response speaks to another key
dead, his ship is sinking, he’s got only two cannons, and what he said is what
you guys need to say when you feel like you’ve got nothing left in the tank and
you’re down four points with only thirty-five seconds to go. You need to say
these words because you’re not playing just a game, and you’re not playing
just for yourselves. What you do on the basketball court matters to so many
people in so many ways, you are uniquely blessed and privileged to do it.
Therefore, when you’re on the verge of surrender, and victory seems literally
impossible, I want you to say in your hearts what John Paul Jones shouted back
to the British Captain who would be surrendering to him in surprisingly short
Ladies and gentleman, I give you the artist of this painting, Dean Mosher.