As a teenager in the 1990s I was privileged to watch my home basketball team win six championships. Almost as thrilling as the victories was reading about them in the newspaper the next morning. Waking up at dawn I would race to be the first one to obtain the paper and immediately grab the sports section. Much to my delight, the lead reporter covering the Chicago Bulls was a Jewish woman named Melissa Isaacson. I would always read her columns and stories first and fantasize about having a similar profession in adulthood. While covering my favorite sports teams never panned out, I am still an ardent fan and still followed Isaacson’s work at both the Chicago Tribune and later at ESPN. A few months ago I discovered that Isaacson had written a memoir about her high school experience in winning the Illinois state basketball championship. I knew that while this book was not written with me in mind, it was one that I had to read for myself.
Melissa Isaacson grew up in Lincolnwood Illinois, an area I know well because my grandparents lived in Skokie and my parents moved there, and still live there, after I finished college. The Lincolnwood purple hotel was a landmark of my youth because by passing it, I knew that I was close to my grandparents apartment. I pass through Lincolnwood each time I visit my parents and can envision the neighborhood that the Isaacsons called home. Melissa was the youngest of four children, and, with two brothers closest in age to her, turned to sports rather than typical girl behavior. In the 1960s the feminist movement was on the cusp of achieving equal demands for women, but for a girl like Melissa it meant no organized sports for the first part of her childhood. Most girls were happy playing with dolls and later thinking about boys, but for Melissa and her friends, they were happiest on the softball field or shooting hoops in the driveway. A few of her teammates’ mothers wished that their daughters cared about boys, makeup, and prom, but the 1970s were a time of change for girls and the activities they chose to participate in as teenagers. Opportunities for female athletic hopefuls changed in 1974 when President Nixon signed Title IX into being. This law, which is still relevant today, made it illegal for public institutions to discriminate funding on the basis of gender. What it meant for female athletes at all levels of competition is that they would have a chance to participate in sports that prior to Title IX were only available to boys and men. For a sports loving girl like Melissa Isaacson it meant that when she entered high school, she would have a chance to play organized team sports for the first time in her life.
When Melissa entered Niles West High School (another landmark I know well because my grandparents took me swimming there) in the fall of 1975, the athletic department still hadn’t warmed to the idea of girls as athletes. The state championship for girls basketball would not exist for another year, and tryouts for volleyball, basketball, and softball were still in their rudimentary stages. The Boys Gym was sacred to boys and the idea of girls practicing there was foreign to male teachers and coaches. The passage of Title IX was noble in its ideology but enforcing it was another story. Yet, Melissa and her friends were thrilled to be able to compete in sports other than cheerleading, synchronized swimming, or gymnastics. On the day of basketball tryouts her freshman year, Melissa showed up with her new friend Connie Erickson of Morton Grove. The youngest of eleven children, Erickson was Niles West royalty. Even as a freshman, she was noticed by seniors who knew her older siblings, and she excelled at sports as well, making the varsity volleyball and basketball teams her first year. Melissa would make the junior varsity team but by the end of the inaugural first year, would be practicing with the varsity squad. Through the persistence of her coach Arlene Mulder and principal Dr. Nicholas Mannos as well as gymnastics coach Judi Sloan, there were bigger and better things in store for the girls basketball team in the next year.
Dr. Mannos convinced the Illinois High School Association (IHSA) to add a girls basketball state championship for the 1976-77 school year. Over 600 member schools fielded a team, and the time was ripe for the girls to have a championship to compete for. The IHSA had had a boys tournament for decades and is known to be home to America’s original March Madness. The 1970s, Title IX, and the overall women’s movement gave the girls a chance to compete in their own state tournament, and Melissa, Connie, and their teammates were eager for the chance to become the first tournament champions. The bulk of the memoir focuses on the team and their quest to win a title for their school. In their freshmen year, the girls did not have enough uniforms for everyone. Warmup gear was out of the question, and the only time the girls could use the main gym was at 5:00 in the morning. So the varsity girls basketball team would wake at 4:00, carpool from Lincolnwood and Morton Grove, and arrive at school in time for predawn training. This dedication over the course of three years would lead to the special season of 1978-99 that lead Isaacson to track down former teammates and work on this book over the course of twelve years.
Coach Arlene Mulder told Melissa’s friend and teammate Shirley Cohen that it was never just about winning. Basketball saved many of the girls on the team from difficult home situations and provided others with college scholarships in the early days of women’s sports under the NCAA umbrella. A few of the girls had alcoholic parents, others turned to drugs, and Isaacson’s own parents were both in the early stages of Alzheimer’s but did not know it yet. Reading about these home situations was gut wrenching, yet basketball gave the girls an outlet, making winning a championship that much sweeter for them. Isaacson notes that of the thirteen girls on the team, twelve have chosen sports related careers, either coaching, teaching, physical therapy, or, in Isaacson’s case, sports journalism. Perhaps, the teammates would not have made careers out of sports if the team was not successful, but Isaacson and her senior class teammates went out on top, influencing younger teammates and future generations of Niles West athletes, including Mulder’s two daughters, in the process. While basketball might not have only been about winning, being successful changed the lives of these pioneering athletes for the better.
Today Melissa Isaacson still lives in the Chicago area and teaches as Northwestern’s Medill School of Journalism, following successful career stops at the Chicago Tribune and ESPN. She also attends reunions of her high school basketball team, organized by former teammates and her school. When I followed her as a Tribune reporter, I was fortunate to have organized park district softball available to me, something Isaacson did not have until her later teenaged years. I was also fortunate that my school won back to back girls high school basketball titles when I attended; not having athletic skills, I did the team’s stats at home games. By the time the girls at my school won, college scholarships for women athletics had become the norm. Title IX had been around for a generation, and girls being afforded the same opportunities as boys had become commonplace. Today women are even assistant coaches in the National Basketball Association, something Melissa and her friends could not begin to fathom as teenagers. During the 1970s, they were thrilled to play sports for their school and be given the same chances as their male peers. State was Isaacson’s labor of love and a special book for myself as one who knows the area well. As one of the two women I wanted to be when I grew up, I was giddy to read Melissa Isaacson’s memoir, and it proved to be quite the story.
*5 star read *