From Terry Frei's Denver Post blog:
I have been asked many times why a book called Fourth Down Showdown showed
up in my Amazon.com author listings, with my name listed after you navigated to the book’s specific sales page. Eventually,
not because I was disowning any association, but to make it more clear, I asked that Amazon specify that I was not one of
the authors, but that I had written the afterword.
Yeah, I’m
a Chip Hilton nut.
For the uninitiated — you poor souls —
Chip was the Hardy Boys of sports. Former Long Island University coach Clair Bee wrote them, and they came from the same publisher
as the Hardys and Nancy Drew. A true nut knows that the first 19 of the 23 original Hilton books came out in dust jacket versions
before the switchover to picture covers, and that the final four came out only in picture cover. The 23rd book, Hungry
Hurler, had such a limited press run as the original series lost popularity, it now is the Holy Grail of kids' books,
and it's roughly a $200 eBay book now, depending on condition, after going for over $500 in the early days of the auction
site.
There are many of us Hilton nuts out there. We wouldn’t
have to rent the Las Vegas Convention Center to hold a gathering, but we could fill up a Dave and Buster’s somewhere
and talk about Chip, Valley Falls High, State U., and even that pert State Drug cashier, Mitzi Savrill.
We know where Chip’s mom worked, how she became a widow, where No-Hitter
was set, and even which two books were “out of order” in the original series — because Chip played his senior
season of high school basketball before he played his senior season of football.
Most of us have full sets of the original books, either saved from our youths — our moms didn’t give
them away with our baseball cards — or obtained in trips to used book stores, or from eBay and other online outlets.
The online shopping is great, but also took a bit of fun out of it. Part of the enjoyment used to be locating and visiting all
the used book stores around the country in our travels and pouncing when we spotted a "Chip." Even after I filled
out my collection, I continued to attempt to upgrade — mainly to give myself an excuse to continue the pursuit.
Our wives indulge us; I tell mine it’s better than being one of these fantasy
league nuts. I’m a real wacko: I’ve got one set of picture-cover copies and one set of dust-jacket copies. For
what it’s worth, prices have come down in recent years after many Hilton fans rebuilt their sets and stopped bidding
against each other.
Some of us nuts contributed “blurbs,” afterwords and prefaces
for the modernized paperback editions that came out in the late 1990s, but again are out of print.
My afterword ran in Fourth Down Showdown and a “blurbed” comment
from it (a sample is above) ran on the back of many of the books in the new paperback series.
Another nut is Sports lllustrated writer Jack McCallum, who had written a landmark SI
piece on Bee and Chip in the late 1970s. One time, Jack and I went out to dinner with some colleagues in Las Vegas —
a Portland-Lakers playoff game was moved there in the wake of the Rodney King unrest — and we went into such depth in
talking abut the Hilton books, everyone thought we were crazy and escaped us to hit the relative sanity of the craps tables.
I first communicated with Bee’s daughter, Cynthia, years ago. At the
time, she and her husband, Randy, were schoolteachers in Indonesia. Randy now is the basketball sports information director
at Texas Tech. Bobby Knight was another Chip nut who met Bee late in his life and remained loyal to the family. Randy and
Cynthia began rewriting the original Chips for modern kids and the original 23 came out in the revised paperback editions.
Clair Bee's 24th manuscript, Fiery Fullback, which wasn't published, also was issued, both in a "classic"
hardback and an updated paperback. In the paperbacks, typewriters became computers and the cast was diversified, and
everything was updated as much as possible, yet they remained faithful to the originals. There were some dilemmas involved,
primarily because Chip’s three-sport participation and success is made virtually impossible in this era of overlapping
seasons. As long as they were considered updated fables and aren’t subjected to line-by-line cynical scrutiny,
they were fine. But they're also out of print now, too, and also available at the usual used and online outlets. (Beware
of confusion between the two versions.)
Actually, “re-reading”
the originals confirms that baseball stories tend to hold up the best, and the baseball books in the revised series reflect
that. All Hilton nuts have their favorites, but mine always has been Clutch Hitter (above, picture cover version),
about Chip playing summer baseball for a steel company team after his junior year of high school. Some don’t like that
because it takes him out of his more familiar Valley Falls High and State U. settings and his familiar cast of buddies is
largely absent, but I’m willing to overlook that.
I hope that in 20 years or so, those writers’ now-young devotees will be arguing
with the fanaticism of Chip Hilton nuts, who pride themselves on knowing not just Chip’s real first name — but
“Fats” Ohlsen’s and “Fireball” Finley’s, too.
As a kid, I also read the excellent series of books by John R. Tunis,
who was best known as a tennnis writer, but had eclectic interests and had a far-reaching career as a freelance journalist
and commentator. He got into writing for kids accidentally; in his autobiography, he confessed that he was crushed when he
was told his novel about Harvard runner Jim Wellington — Iron Duke — would be published as “a juvenile.”
He ended up writing about 20 “juveniles” for various age groups, including a remarkable 1939 sequel about Wellington
running in the 1936 Berlin Olympics.
Most of his books were terrific, and the best ones hold up stunningly well and frequently have been
published in “classic” editions. The best-known are his books about the Kid From Tomkinsville — Roy Tucker
— and the Brooklyn Dodgers, and one even deals with Tucker’s World War II service and his return to the big leagues.
Some of his “stand-alone” books were excellent, too, including A City for Lincoln and Go, Team, Go
about high school basketball; All-American, about high school football; and the one he called his best, His Enemy,
His Friend about soccer immediately after World War II. (It’s hard to explain, but it’s masterful.)
I’ve also collected some of Tunis “non-juvenile” books and got a kick
out of his rants against the influence of alumni and boosters in college sports — and this was over 80 years ago! —
and the threat to the purity of sports by the looming taint of professionalism. And I even found a copy of his first novel,
American Girl, which came out in 1929. It’s modeled after tennis star Helen Wills. The film rights sold about
20 years later, and this is what he says in his autobiography about the experience: “I made the mistake every writer
does, and went to the picture. A professional author who sees his book made into a Hollywood film by persons whose one aim
is to remain solvent has the same feeling as a mother who finds her son in prison garb: What have I done to deserve this?”
I’ve remembered that in my limited dealings in the Hollywood world and it’s one of the reasons I was more than
willing to write an adaptation of Third Down and a War to Go myself and why I winced when read someone else’s
attempt to write a script incorporating Horns, Hogs, and Nixon Coming material.
So Tunis is the example of the accomplished writer branching out, into “juvenile” works,
and I still consider him a shining — if crotchety — example as I keep kicking around trying the genre.
I also read some of the “Bronc Burnett” series, which in some ways
was very similar to the Hilton books, and enjoyed coming across some references to real Denver figures, such as legendary
sports editor Jack Carberry, when Bronc’s teams visited Denver. I know there are many Matt Christopher devotees out
there, but I never acquired that taste.
In 2003, I did a Post story
on the new wave of kids sports books, touching on such authors as John H. Ritter, Walter Dean Myers, Chris Crutcher, Robert
Lipsyte, Roy MacGregor, Will Weaver, Carl Deuker and – for younger readers – Dan Gutman. They’re all good,
in different ways, and I especially admire Lipsyte and MacGregor because of their newspaper backgrounds. (MacGregor’s
The Last Season, is the best hockey novel ever.)