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This is a "tribute" page to Pete Maravich. On this page, there will be pictures, songs, and stories about Pete Maravich. If you have anything to contribute please e-mail me, I'd really appreciate it.
Well, since I was born after Pete Maravich died (ten months and nineteen days, if you wanna get technical about it) I never got to see him play or anything like that. However, when my dad was serving his mission for church in the southern California area, he was able to see Pete play. It was around 1972 or 1973, I'm not too sure, and Pete was on the Atlanta Hawks. The Hawks were going up against the L.A. Lakers. My dad was cheering for the Hawks, and there was this drunk guy in front of him, cheering for the Lakers. Every time the Lakers would score, he would get up and do a dance. Then, when the Hawks would score he'd get up and dance around, saying, "Help me! Help me! Help me, Pistol, help me!" My dad said it was a good game, and Pete Maravich was an awesome player. He figured Pete probably scored around thirty points that night. I wish I could have been there.
He came rushing at us with floppy socks and hair,
doing things on the court no one else would dare,
shooting out of the bayou like a meteor rising,
and in a short time we were all realizing
that as he did those things in his own special way,
we were seeing a whole new style of play.
He could do it all, and then some. With an artist's grace
he was one of those treasures we can never replace.
He had hard times and troubles, maybe more than his share,
yet somehow he always seemed to hang in there.
Pistol Pete: forever showtime.
(Written by Maravich's friend and teammate, Herb White, after Pete died.)
LOUISIANA
by Steve Fontenot
Louisiana's the state with tradition and pride
Jean Lafitte, Lewis and Clark and Robert E. Lee
Are a few of the men who've stood by her side
She's the bayou state with plenty to do and see
Huey P. Long and "Pistol" Pete would be real proud
If they could see what they've done to old L.S.U.
And Lake Charles to Shreveport and all cities around
From New Orleans to Ruston and the whole state too
She's proud as a peacock and pretty as one too
A one in a million with none near quite the same
Sweet magnolias, and roses, and her old bayou
God's country we say, and Louisiana's her name
(All of the following are songs about Pete Maravich, taken from The Making of a Basketball Superstar: Pistol Pete Maravich by Bill Gutman, and Maravich Memories: the LSU Years video. If you have anything to add please e-mail me. Thanks.)
(A song sung by the coeds on the campus at L.S.U.) (From The Making of a Basketball Superstar: Pistol Pete Maravich by Bill Gutman)
Pete Maravich, Pete Maravich.
Pistol Pete. Pistol Pete.
Everybody in the world knows Pistol Pete.
Sure is lucky success doesn't go to some heads.
Sure is, sure.
But Pistol Pete is so cute.
Sure is, sure is.
"The Ballad of Pete Maravich" (From The Making of a Basketball Superstar: Pistol Pete Maravich by Bill Gutman)
Maravich, oh Maravich.
Loves to fake, loves to score.
Loves to hear the people roar.
Just a boy of 22,
You've made a name at L.S.U.;
You've much more left to do.
Maravich, oh Maravich,
Try to guard you two on one,
There's no way to stop your gun.
The people came to see you score.
Fake one man then fake two,
You turn to shoot and it bumps through;
Listen to the people roar.
Maravich, oh Maravich,
Talk of you in years to come,
How you could pass, how you could run,
How you could make the Tigers hum.
Arch it high and sink it deep,
Make the crowd jump to its feet;
Listen to the people roar.
Maravich, oh Maravich,
Just a boy of 22,
You've made a name at L.S.U.;
You've much left to do.
Maravich, oh Maravich,
Play your game and do your thing;
Listen to the people roar;
Listen to the people roar;
Listen to the people roar.
"Heir to a Dream" (From Maravich Memories: the LSU Years)
Ooh, you make it look so good,
This boy is hot!
Every movement and rhythm,
How can I get what he's got?
(CHORUS)
(Who can say...)
Who is to say today
Who will be the legend tomorrow?
Tomorrow is so far away
If we score today!
He's the heir to a dream
He's the one and only Pistol
(He's the Pistol!)
He's the heir to a dream
How can I get what he's got?
(END CHORUS)
Ooh, when you watch him
You can see he's doing it right
(This boy is hot!)
Oh, when it all comes together
Makes it worth fighting the fight.
(CHORUS)
(Who can say...)
Who can say today
Who will be the legend tomorrow?
Tomorrow is so far away
If we score today!
He's the heir to a dream
He's the one and only Pistol
(He's the Pistol!)
He's the heir to a dream
How can I get what he's got?
(END CHORUS)
Oohh! He's the Pistol!
Yeah, he's the heir to a dream,
How can I get what he's got?
(In decision, easy decision)
Do you know what I mean?
(And lots of practice!)
No pain, no gain, yeah!
(In decision, easy decision)
It's the only way to win the game!
Oh! Oh, yeah, he's the Pistol!
(He's the Pistol!)
He's the heir, oh, to a dream,
How can I get what he's got?
He's the heir to a dream,
He's the Pistol!
"Pistol Pete" by the Ziggens
Made his way in life called Pistol,
Once they saw what he could do,
This little kid dribblin'all over town
Even in the movie theater, too.
Mom peeking out from the kitchen,
Dad teaching him new tricks,
Big brother was a natural, too,
But this little kid
His talent was just sick.
Will this be the first shot or could it be the last,
With millions sunk between them and bitter still,
He just had to ask,
Why am I so unhappy?
He came so close in high school
And he just missed at LSU,
Never a champion with the big boys
And fans can be frickle, too.
He studied aliens and karate,
Eastern meditation brought no peace
Until that night on Lake Pontchartrain
When the Pistol dropped to his knees and he said
Will this be the first shot or could it be the last,
With millions sunk between them and bitter still,
He just had to ask,
Why am I so unhappy?
A transformation was astounding
Rebellion and despair were washed away,
A new Pete was emerging
You had to see it to believe.
And when he died
It was on the court,
Right behind that old church,
His heart had changed but it still gave out
And Jesus came and picked him up with no more
Will this be the first shot or could it be the last,
With millions sunk between them and bitter still,
He just had to ask
Why am I so unhappy?
Do do do do...
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