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| Sidney Lowe in the red blazer he made famous. |
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© Tim Peeler, 2008
Sidney Lowe always wanted to be a virtuoso. His mother,
Carrie, thought the youngest of her nine children might be talented enough to
elevate his fortunes from the family’s humble inner-city background to perform
on the grandest of stages. She gave him a violin when he was little more than a
toddler, and he loved playing the instrument.
At the age of 7, an elementary school teacher and
youth league coach named Fletcher Tinsley took the bow out of Lowe’s hands and
replaced it with a basketball. He’s been a court maestro ever since.
Lowe found his grand stage as a point guard and as a coach.
To be honest, those two roles are the same. Morgan Wootten, who benefited from
Lowe’s playground-sharpened skills for three years as the head coach at DeMatha Catholic
High School in Washington, D.C.,
says he never had a player with Lowe’s intuition and court sense.
"He understood the game so thoroughly,” Wootten said. “He
made everybody else better. He made everybody else believe in themselves. He
wanted to be part of something greater than himself. He left his ego at the
door. When Sidney
had the ball in his hands, you knew everything was going to be all right.”
That’s how Jim Valvano felt when he became NC State’s head
coach in 1980, inheriting the DeMatha-bred backcourt of Lowe and Dereck
Whittenburg. The day he got the job, Valvano called his younger brother Bob.
The first insight he had about his new team was not the depth of his talent,
the grand scale of the program or the passion of the people who followed the
Wolfpack. It was a simple observation: “This is going to be fun because I’ve
got the best point guard I’ve ever had,” Valvano said. For next three years,
Valvano called the plucky player “Coach Lowe.” When the ball was in play,
Valvano gave Lowe full reign of the team. The guard had permission to call any
play he thought would work, to overrule the coach on any possession. There was
only one thing Lowe wasn’t allowed to do: come out of the game. Whenever he
asked to take a breather, Valvano either ignored him or repeated the line he
first told Lowe as a sophomore: “You are not coming out of the game until your
eligibility is up.”
Lowe never complained. He wanted to be in the game, not to
score, but to conduct the symphony that played out every night on the
basketball court. His unselfish attitude made him a coach’s delight. “I’m not
going to score if it’ll take points away from somebody else,” he once told Tom
Harris of Raleigh’s
News & Observer. “My job is to keep everybody — the players, the coaches —
happy. If I score, it helps one person — me. If I pass off to someone and he
scores, I’m helping three times as many or more… because I get an assist, the
player gets the points and that helps the team. If I pass to somebody and he
goes in for a dunk, that helps even more because it fires up the crowd and
makes the team play harder.”
There is a reason that Valvano and Wootten — as well as
other coaches like Bill Musselman, Mike Fratello and Flip Saunders — wanted
Lowe by their sides: He had a winning intuition. At DeMatha, he had to wait his
turn in one of the nation’s most accomplished high school basketball programs —
he wasn’t a regular starter until his senior season. Still, under Lowe’s baton,
DeMatha won back-to-back city and state championships in 1978 and ’79, the same
years he wore an upperclassman’s red jacket instead of the blue blazers that
identified the school’s underclassmen. He made an immediate impact at NC State,
replacing three-year starter Clyde Austin as the Wolfpack’s starting point
guard and finishing second in the ACC Rookie of the Year race to Virginia’s Ralph
Sampson. Lowe went on his only international tour in 1981, leading Team USA to a gold medal in the World University
Games in Bucharest, Romania, with a hero’s symphony in
two parts. First, he made a 70-foot jumper from the top of his own key at the
end of the first half of what turned out to be a double-overtime classic
against the Soviet Union. Days later, in the
final moments of the gold-medal game, the fearless six-foot guard drove past
seven-foot, five-inch center Vladimir Tkachenko for a game-sealing three-point
play.
At NC State, Lowe quickly elevated himself to be among the
school’s great conductors, Lou Pucillo and Monte Towe. The Wolfpack appeared in
three NCAA Tournaments in his four years and won both the 1983 ACC Tournament
and NCAA Tournament championships. His ACC-record of 762 career assists was
eventually surpassed, but in the 25 years since he played no guard has come
close to his career 2.94 assist-to-turnover ratio. He twice led the ACC in
assists, was twice named all-conference and won the Everett Case Award as the
1983 ACC Tournament’s most outstanding player. As a professional player, he won
three Continental Basketball Association championships as Musselman’s floor
leader.
Lowe, as a stocky six-foot guard, never found the same kind
of success in the NBA, bouncing through five different organizations as a
player. But he did work his way back from the brink of retirement to become a
productive role player for the Minnesota Timberwolves, a comeback that gave
Lowe a path into coaching. The Chicago Bulls took Lowe in the second round of
the 1983 NBA Draft as the 25th overall selection, then immediately
traded him to the Indiana Pacers. He spent one season there, then bounced from Atlanta to Detroit
in the NBA, before finding a permanent home with the CBA’s Tampa Bay Thrillers
in 1984-85. After winning back-to-back CBA championships with the Thrillers, he
gave up his dream of returning to the NBA in the summer of 1986. He took the
only job he ever had out of basketball, managing The Magic Moment, an upscale Sarasota, Fla.,
restaurant owned by his Thrillers boss, Jeff Rosenberg. Lowe enjoyed running
the 275-seat restaurant, handling inventory, checking in food supplies, closing
the place down at night. He went an entire year without touching a basketball,
spending his free time playing golf and tennis. Lowe was a conductor, though, not a
chef. He needed to return to basketball. Besides, what restaurant lets the
maitre d’ wear a red sports coat?
In the summer of 1987, Lowe bumped into former Wolfpack
teammate Thurl Bailey at a basketball camp in Utah. After watching Lowe for a few games,
Bailey convinced his friend to give basketball another try. Lowe rejoined
Musselman with the Albany, New York, Patroons, which set a modern-day
record for winning percentage with a 48-6 mark in the regular-season and won
another CBA title. By the next year, however, Lowe returned to the Thrillers’
franchise, which had moved to Rapid
City, South Dakota.
It was a crossroads in Lowe’s career: far from his family, which had long been
settled in Raleigh
while Lowe was off chasing his hoop dreams; far from the bright lights of the
NBA or even the lowered lights of the restaurant lounge; far from everywhere. Would
Leonard Bernstein go to the Black Hills to
lead a high school band in Sousa marches?
Just as Lowe preparing for another trip to the CBA playoffs,
he got a call from the Charlotte Hornets. The second-year NBA franchise signed
him to a 10-day contract, offering him a chance to return to the highest level
of professional basketball and the chance to return to his family in North Carolina. (Lowe
married his college sweetheart, Melonie Moultry of Winston-Salem, soon after
she graduated from NC State in the summer of 1984; she has maintained his
family’s permanent residence in Raleigh since 1985.) The next season, he signed
a $500,000 contract to play for the expansion Minnesota Timberwolves and
Musselman, his long-time professional mentor. It was the beginning of a
long-standing relationship with the franchise that included a post-playing
career job as a television analyst and as an assistant coach for both Musselman
and Jimmy Rodgers.
On Jan. 11, 1993, Rodgers was fired and Lowe was elevated to
lead the struggling Timberwolves. At 34, he was easily the youngest head coach
in the National Basketball Association. Valvano, for one, could barely contain
his excitement. “Sidney Lowe was the brightest player I ever coached in 23 years,”
said Valvano, who had just begun his public battle with cancer. “He was the
epitome of the cliché ‘coach on the floor.’ I have already updated my resume
and applied for an assistant’s position with him.”
It was an unusual and difficult year for Lowe — one of the
players on the Timberwolves roster was Bailey, the former NC State teammate who
had convinced Lowe to give the NBA another shot. “Beyond weird,” Bailey said,
in describing what it was like playing for Lowe. The franchise had little
chance to succeed in those pre-Kevin Garnett days in Minneapolis, and the losing took its toll on
a coach who had won national championships in high school and college and three
professional titles as a player. He thought he could make his young players
play as hard as he would have, that he could force them to always make the
right decisions, that they would care about every game as much as he did. It
was a time of great personal reflection for the young coach. “I missed my exit
several times, going home late at night,” Lowe said. “I drove past it by 20
miles sometimes.”
During one road trip to Phoenix, legendary Suns coach Cotton
Fitzsimmons asked Lowe to drop by for a little free advice. “He took me in a
room and said listen, the only thing you can do is make sure your kids play
hard and that they are organized,” Lowe said. “The reality, right now, is that
you are not going to win many games. I didn’t want to accept that. But what he
was telling me was that I had a very young team, and I needed to make sure we
did all the small things.” Lowe learned that he didn’t have to conduct with a
mallet.
Lowe, like his two predecessors in Minnesota, didn’t last long as the head
coach of the Timberwolves, who fired Lowe after just a year and a half. He
spent the next five years as an assistant coach with Mike Fratello and the
Cleveland Cavaliers, positioning himself for another opportunity to be an NBA
head coach. That chance came on June 1, 2000, when he was hired as the head coach
of the Vancouver Grizzlies. He shepherded the team’s relocation to Memphis, but resigned from
the job after the Grizzlies lost their first eight games in 2002, ending his
NBA head coaching career with a 79-228 record. Lowe once again returned to Minnesota, this time
working as an assistant for Timberwolves head coach Flip Saunders. He stayed
there until 2005 when Saunders and his entire staff moved to the Detroit
Pistons.
It was near the end of Lowe’s first season with the Pistons — which had amassed the best regular-season record in the NBA — that Lowe began
working with NC State athletics director Lee Fowler to come up with candidates for
NC State’s head coaching positions. At first, Lowe was simply giving Fowler his
thoughts about high-profile candidates who Fowler was courting. “We need to get
someone who really … understands the competition, that understands the ACC,
that understands that you can walk out of your house and you next-door neighbor
may be in blue,’” Lowe said. Eventually, it dawned on Lowe exactly who he was
talking about — himself. “I think I’m going to go for this job, because
everything I told Lee, that’s me,” Lowe told his wife. He was eager to bring
his coaching knowledge and his NBA experience back to the school that he loved,
even though he had never coached or recruited on the collegiate level. Fowler
jumped at the chance to reunite NC State with one of its most decorated alums,
and was willing to wait for the Pistons to be eliminated from the NBA playoffs.
There was a problem: Through all of Lowe’s travels
chasing his NBA dream, he never completed his business management degree,
despite his many promises to his mother, Carrie Lowe, that he would one day
become the first member of his family to graduate from college. He was well
short of that degree when he left school in 1983. He spent the next two decades
chasing other dreams. “When I went to the NBA, I had a family,” Lowe said “At
the time, my priorities were God first, my family second. I had to support
them. That meant working camps in the summer and concentrating on taking care
of them as opposed to worrying about myself.”
One of the things Lowe always wanted to do was buy his
parents a new house and move them out of the inner-city Washington apartment where his mother was a
maid. During his final season at NC State, Lowe told a group of junior high
students, “I have a dream … to someday put my Mama in a big house and let her
have a maid to bring her cookies.” When he signed his biggest contract with the
Timberwolves, Lowe bought a house for his parents and moved them to Raleigh, along with three
of his sisters. He considered it just a small part of his repayment for the
sacrifices his mother made to support nine children and a disabled husband. One
of those sacrifices was the overtime she had to work for three years to afford
his private-school education at DeMatha.
Carrie Lowe was looking for a different kind of
repayment. “I always asked him, ‘What’s going on with your degree? OK, get to
it,’” she said. “I constantly reminded him that he needed that degree.” He also
got an earful from his frequent golfing buddy, Dwayne Green, a former NC State
football player, who waved his degree in front of his friend’s face every time
Lowe won on the golf course.
Over two decades, Lowe gradually reduced the number of hours
he needed to get the degree, and by the time Fowler came calling, he was only
two classes short. He made a commitment to finish them at St.
Paul’s College in Virginia,
and Fowler made getting the degree a requirement of his employment.
On May 6, 2006, in an emotional press conference on NC
State’s campus, Lowe was introduced as the 18th head coach in
Wolfpack basketball history, a position Valvano once predicted he would have. In
his first meeting with his new team, Lowe made a simple promise to the players:
“I told them I don’t have a lot of rules, just a few. To play hard, to play
smart to play together and, the most important thing of all, the biggest rule I
have, is to have fun.” After the perfunctory questions from the media, Lowe walked
from floor of the Dail
Basketball Practice
Center, the site of his
introduction, through the woods and down the hill to the Paul Derr Track, where
nearly a thousand Wolfpack fans were eagerly waiting to welcome him home.
Wearing red and white, they shouted his name and cheered his
arrival. For the next forty-five minutes, Lowe talked and mingled. He
introduced his family to faces he hadn’t seen in many years. Before he left,
Lowe raised both arms to flash the traditional wolf sign with his fingers and
thumbs, and the crowd cheered wildly. The maestro was on his home stage once
again.
Weeks later, with tears in his eyes, Lowe knocked on the
door of the home he bought his parents and handed his mother the diploma he had
just gotten in the mail. “Through all of the athletics accomplishments and all
the things I have done in coaching, she is more proud of me getting that degree
than anything else I have done,” Lowe said. “To be able to show her that diploma,
basically at the same time I was named the head coach at NC State, is a dream I
never thought would come true in a million years. I think there was some kind
of divine help here that made everything possible for me. It worked out
perfectly.”
There were times that the Wolfpack struggled during Lowe’s
first season. He had a short bench, a thin roster, a long learning curve, a
rash of untimely injuries: many of the hurdles that new coaches face during a
transition season. Lowe was not deterred. “I am the head coach at NC State
University,” he said. “How can I not be excited?” He showed it by ordering a
tailor-made red jacket to wear in big games, just like Valvano used to do. He
unveiled the good-luck charm on the January afternoon when the Wolfpack beat
second-ranked North Carolina in Raleigh. By the end of the
season, Lowe had a dry-cleaner on call to keep his jacket clean during a four-day
charge to the ACC Tournament title game in Tampa, Fla.
The Wolfpack came up short against the heavily favored Tar Heels in the final
game, but Lowe’s first-year message was clear to anyone who might have doubted
that he could put the Wolfpack in position to win, as he did during his playing
days.
He’s ready to conduct the encore.
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