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The Carr Creek Legacy
Book by Miller, Don
126 pages, Hardcover
First published July 1, 1995
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Don Miller
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March 9, 2018
So what does a guy who grew up in Utah know about Carr Creek, Kentucky. Two words, my friends, that won’t mean a thing to the vast majority of you. “Glen Combs.” They called him “the Kentucky rifle” because he could swish the ball through the net from way, way out there. He was part of the Utah Stars championship team in the old red-white-and-blue ball league. In his 1971-72 season with the Utah Stars, Combs made 103 three-point shots—the most made by anyone who played in that league.
Bill Howard, the voice of the Utah Stars in those years, often referred to Combs as a “native of Carr Creek, Kentucky.” Granted, Howard referred to Combs as a graduate of Virginia Tech, but it was the Carr Creek reference that seemed to get substantial mention.
I loved the ABA, as silly as that sounds now, and my personal philosophy of life was all-too-often tied up in whether the Stars won or lost the night before. If the school for the blind I attended in those years would have charged for lunches, I’d have eagerly bet all my lunch money on the success of Glen Combs and his associates, and I’d have happily gone hungry for the privilege.
Imagine then my unrestrained thrill when the Kentucky library for the blind released this book to a national readership--yet another stellar contribution by the good people of Kentucky to my reading pleasure. Naively, I downloaded the book. “It’s gonna be about Combs!” I told myself as I drummed my fingers on the desk waiting, ok nearly salivating, for that download to finish.
Fast forward an hour or so—this is a tiny book. To my utter horror and genuine consternation, Glen Combs gets mentioned once in this ridiculous darn book--once, and that’s when they list all the basketball players who played for Carr Creek in the late ‘60s and into the ‘70s. Seriously? One mention? In my mind at least, Combs was the best three-point shooter in the American Basketball Association, and this author just perfunctorily lists his name with scores of other people whose names frankly meant little or nothing to me? Ok, I didn’t expect the book to be a Combs biography. But there are 7,666 really good reasons why he should have gotten more space than he did—that being the number of points he scored in the ABA until his retirement in 1975.
How can you write a book about the basketball legacy of a small Kentucky town when a guy like Glen Combs gets entirely short shrift.
In this author’s defense, he attempted to write about a tiny piece of the state whose residents contributed so much talent to the game. He probably accomplished that, but my disappointment in seeing a boyhood hero reduced to a name followed by the years he attended the school was so keen, I can only grudgingly say Miller fulfilled his mission.
If nothing else, the book opened the portal of memory to a time when the golden voice of the late Bill Howard perfectly described the trajectory of that ball as the great Glen Combs stood practically on the Nevada state line and sank a three-point buzzer beater that ensured yet another victory for the Stars. And he gets a single line in a short, all-too-unremarkable book! I’m shaking my head in sorrow!
Bill Howard, the voice of the Utah Stars in those years, often referred to Combs as a “native of Carr Creek, Kentucky.” Granted, Howard referred to Combs as a graduate of Virginia Tech, but it was the Carr Creek reference that seemed to get substantial mention.
I loved the ABA, as silly as that sounds now, and my personal philosophy of life was all-too-often tied up in whether the Stars won or lost the night before. If the school for the blind I attended in those years would have charged for lunches, I’d have eagerly bet all my lunch money on the success of Glen Combs and his associates, and I’d have happily gone hungry for the privilege.
Imagine then my unrestrained thrill when the Kentucky library for the blind released this book to a national readership--yet another stellar contribution by the good people of Kentucky to my reading pleasure. Naively, I downloaded the book. “It’s gonna be about Combs!” I told myself as I drummed my fingers on the desk waiting, ok nearly salivating, for that download to finish.
Fast forward an hour or so—this is a tiny book. To my utter horror and genuine consternation, Glen Combs gets mentioned once in this ridiculous darn book--once, and that’s when they list all the basketball players who played for Carr Creek in the late ‘60s and into the ‘70s. Seriously? One mention? In my mind at least, Combs was the best three-point shooter in the American Basketball Association, and this author just perfunctorily lists his name with scores of other people whose names frankly meant little or nothing to me? Ok, I didn’t expect the book to be a Combs biography. But there are 7,666 really good reasons why he should have gotten more space than he did—that being the number of points he scored in the ABA until his retirement in 1975.
How can you write a book about the basketball legacy of a small Kentucky town when a guy like Glen Combs gets entirely short shrift.
In this author’s defense, he attempted to write about a tiny piece of the state whose residents contributed so much talent to the game. He probably accomplished that, but my disappointment in seeing a boyhood hero reduced to a name followed by the years he attended the school was so keen, I can only grudgingly say Miller fulfilled his mission.
If nothing else, the book opened the portal of memory to a time when the golden voice of the late Bill Howard perfectly described the trajectory of that ball as the great Glen Combs stood practically on the Nevada state line and sank a three-point buzzer beater that ensured yet another victory for the Stars. And he gets a single line in a short, all-too-unremarkable book! I’m shaking my head in sorrow!
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