Chicago Tribune
August 27, 2007
Jay Mariotti
The sun is setting on the uneven asphalt which wears out shoes faster than a nymphomaniac wears out men and which provides a floor for the courts at Fosco Park. Fosco is on South Racine, just a block west of where the legendary Maxwell Street dead-ends into Blue Island Avenue on Chicago's near west side. A few players are packing up their gear so they can get home in time to eat Mama's cookin before it's cold.
But not the legendary JC Hopper. Hopper, who has been patrolling these courts since the early 1920's is still doin what he does best--jackin up shots and screamin at his teammates: "Git the rebound, fooz!" It is readily conceded that nobody, NOBODY, on this planet has jacked up more shots at Fosco than JC.
Estimated to have a career shooting percentage of below 20%, JC is nonetheless also acknowledged as the man who has made more baskets at Fosco than anyone in history. For decades now, it has been hard for JC to get into pick-up games because no one wants to play with the ballhog, but he freely shares his homemade moonshine with those who will let him play with them, so he manages.
Lucky's Liquor, a half block down Racine, knows it can count on the sale of two bags of ice just before closing time when JC stops in for the goods he needs to ice down his arm and prepare for tomorrow's jack-fest. An observer tells this reporter: "Ya gotta give JC his due. The boy has been threatened by nearly everybody in the hood for years now--with guns, knives, tire irons, broken beer bottles, bicycle chains, whatever, for shootin everytime he touches the ball, but he has never given in to the haters. He just keeps playin his game."
Tomorrow: Part 4 of "Chicago Playground Legends,"-- Billy "the kid" Harris