Thank You, George

By Brian McLane

It’s certainly not a “stop the presses” moment when I tell you that, at least in my mind, 2021 was an awful year.  It was a year, at least for many, full of too much pain, fear, desolation and, above all, loneliness.

I should know. I lived and breathed many of those things right along with you, especially as I watched the world outside my suite at the Sheraton Inn on the S.U. campus slowly recede into itself, countless faces who would have otherwise constituted my daily routine suddenly pulled from my life in a moment's notice, ripped away and held captive in their very own homes, shackled by a creepy mix of fear, uncertainty and caution.

But rather than dwell on that, I’ve chosen – like I’ve done time and time again – to dwell only on the good things that happened to me last year, the things for which I’ll remain grateful for as long as God grants me breath.

And of all such things that transpired in '21, right near the top of my list was being able to participate in the weekend-long gala to celebrate the 75th birthday, if not the life and times, of one George Hicker.

Now, many of you may not know George from Adam’s housecat, so let me do the honors.  George Hicker was a basketball star at S.U. during the mid-to-late 1960’s, when I too was a wide-eyed student – in the graduating class just after him, as a matter of fact.

As a schoolboy, George had managed to grow into a full-on, full-bore basketball legend in tiny Franklinvillle, a village in Western New York that on a good day probably could have given either Mayberry or Bedford Falls a run for its money.  And in his day, George Hicker was a guy who, but for one devastating injury before his junior year, might have gone down as one of the greatest Orangemen to ever lace them up.

As it is, George remains important for reasons that go beyond his often well-hidden decency as a man, his steady financial giving and unflinching loyalty as a Syracuse alum, and his deep and decades-long tenure as a friend of yours truly.

George Hicker matters deeply in Central New York because, just as Dave Bing ushered in a new day and age, and almost single-handedly elevated S.U. basketball to national prominence, a year or so later Hicker emerged to become the first in what would soon become a decades-long line of great long-range legends who'd call Manley Fieldhouse or the Dome home – a line that would included such legendary perimeter bombers as Greg “Kid” Kohls, Andy Rautins, Preston Shumpert, Marius Janulis, Gerry McNamara and, now, Buddy Boeheim – to name but a few.

Now, make no mistake, and depending upon who you talk to, George can occasionally be a hard person to wrap one’s arms around, nor has he ever been accused of being someone one might mistake for warm-and-fuzzy.  Few people I know are any stronger-willed or more relentless and single-minded in their pursuit of something. He, at times, can be pig-headed, a touch prickly, and almost jaw-dropping in his stubbornness.  And he has always managed to play by a set of rules to which he is not only deeply wedded, but that can, at times, seem abundantly clear only to him.

What’s more, at least politically, George and I couldn't be any more different.  I’m a dyed-in-the-wool, lifelong Kennedy Democrat.  He remains to this day a proud and conservative old-school Republican.

Yet don’t kid yourself for a minute.  I love George Hicker. George Hicker is my friend.  George Hicker is as loyal and as generous as just about any man I know. And, if the time came when I needed someone whose actions might spell the difference between life and death, George Hicker might just be the very first call I’d make.

The two of us met almost sixty years ago one afternoon on the S.U. quad. I was something of a campus oddity, the undersized freshman with the thick glasses and the wheelchair. He was the shooting comet, the sophomore heartthrob with the good looks, the fame, and the steely resolve – the All-American boy who cut the most dashing of figures, and the blonde bomber who all the girls loved and wanted to be with. There was no reason, in other words, why the two of us should have ever become friends.

But somehow, George and I managed to do just that.  And, frankly, that’s a distinction we hold to this day.  In fact, just a few years ago, and out of the blue, George up and donated a million dollars in my name to Syracuse University. He told school officials his intention was to improve conditions and provide greater opportunities for students with physical disabilities – students, in other words, just like me.  To this day, the gesture still puts a knot in my throat and brings tears to my eyes.

I bring this up this afternoon, because as I sit here looking out over Marshall Street and the dying light of yet another chilly and slate-grey January day in traditionally chilly and slate-grey Central New York, I find myself thinking about the year just passed.  The year that kicked so many of our asses and the year that drained so many of us emotionally; the one that forced us inside, separated us, and deprived a number of us of the very thing we love most in this world – one another.

That’s what made me think of George.

You see, last year George and I both turned 75.  I did it quietly in my room, surrounded by a few friends.  But the bigger-than-life (and wildly successful) George did it in a manner befitting the way he’s managed to live his entire life; with a show.  To celebrate his 75th trip around the sun, he flew nearly 60 of his closest friends – people who’d meant something to him along the way, including a few of us from his old S.U. days – and treated us to a glorious weekend in Las Vegas, complete with all the bells and whistles.  All we had to do was get there.  Everything else – the food, rooms, drinks, gratuities, and stage shows – was on him.

And George did this, mind you, while suffering from severe complications following hip surgery – which meant that for the first time in our respective lives he and I got to spend time sitting eyeball-to-eyeball, both of us in our very own (you guessed it) wheelchair.

As you might expect, all weekend long the laughs, memories, and stories flowed freely and in, shall I say, copious amounts. And for one glorious 72-hour stretch, it was no longer 2021 for George and me.  Once again it was 1965, and once again he and I were – if only for the briefest of moments – no longer defined by our choices and what we’d done with our lives, but by what those lives still had a chance of becoming.

I’ve thanked him any number of times since that weekend for his generosity, but none of my gestures felt adequate. What’s more, none captured what it truly meant for me to feel connected once again with something about which I remain so passionate (and, frankly, so completely floored): the remarkable people who’ve helped make me the man I am today, and the man I’ve worked so long and so damn hard to become.

People like George Hicker, a guy I love, a guy I’d lay down my life for, and a guy who a full lifetime ago, someway, somehow and against all odds, became my friend.

Be well, George.  And, once again, thanks for everything.  I love you, brother.

Brian

19 comments on “Thank You, George”

  1. Thank you Brian for your wonderful post and thank you George for being one of the most important persons in Brian’s life!
    Although we have only met briefly over the years, the care you have shown my brother makes me feel as much respect and love for you as Brian has.
    I truly hope you are on a speedy road to recovery!
    All the best!!

    1. Terry: Thanks, Terry. And, BTW, while you're at it pull out the rabbit feet and say your prayers. A .500 season this year's gonna take more than a little luck and a whole lotta help from above!!!

  2. Another fabulous post!!!
    I never had the pleasure of meeting George, but I’ve heard you talk about him with great love!
    I Love you, Brian!!

  3. Another great piece, Brian. Just texted you some photos of cousins Trinity and Malachi (10/18/21). One’s a short video of Trinity proudly showing off her newly learned skill of jumping. Might be a B-baller in the making!

    1. Thanks, buddy! Can't wait to see them. Moving a little slow this morning. BTW, if the "leaping" gene skips a generation in the Cuddy family, Trinity might, indeed, have a shot at developing some serious "hops" and, who knows, maybe an A game as well. 😉

  4. A wonderful narrative about a great teammate and a wonderful man, the kind of complex guy whose pieces don’t always fit seamlessly together, who could be a wild man one minute, quoting a verse from the Bible the next, and “giving you the shirt off his back,” metaphorically and literally, the following. Thanks for sharing your thoughts about George. Indeed one of the Orange’s great jump shooters, the phrase that was coined to describe his frequency of makes, “Another Flicker by the Hicker,” well describes the generosity of his life.

    1. Thanks, Rex. George is, indeed, a complex man -- but a guy who, maybe more than anyone I know, always leads with his heart. Take care, stay safe and warm, and here's to another "Hicker Flicker." (And thank you Joel Mareiniss for that little pearl of Syracuse lore.)

  5. George Hicker: a man of deep faith and a success on the basketball court, business & philanthropy. Brian's friendship with George is part of God's plan that has benefited all of us.

  6. Brian,
    I, too remember “Hicker, the Flicker”. Thanks for the opportunities over the years to be with you and George as he came to Syracuse to visit you. You paint a wonderful picture of the amazing anomaly that is George Hicker. I wish you and George good health and a long life. I hope to see you soon!!

    1. Thanks so much, Chuck. I hope you're hanging in there with your private battle. You remain in my thoughts and prayers and I can't wait 'til we see each other again. (And, BTW, this getting old is not for the faint of heart, is it?)

  7. Brian you sell your self short. This blog is the best but George was and is lucky to find a true friend in you. You are a inspiration to all of us. God bless and stay healthy.

    1. Thank you, Tom. I'd like to think we're both pretty lucky. But then, when I look at George and factor in the totality of all my amazing friends -- people like you -- I still think I came up the the sweet end of the deal. Hope you're well and staying safe!

  8. brian, you've over the years done things i could not even imagine, what drive you have and what a tribute to you is due for all you have done for and to so many people. I wish I could have been half the man you are and you're still going....WOW
    best wishes to you from an old guy who who stands in awe of you and your successes

    1. Mark: Once again, you're being too kind to a fellow Westhill boy! And, while you're right, I am still going, the road seems a whole lot steeper these days. Hope you're doing well and hanging in there, my friend! Stay safe and warm and here's to better days ahead for both of us.

  9. Hi Brian, I too am a part of your special little group at SU. George and I were fraternity brothers at DU. We had a lot of fun there along with the many athletes who connected during our many social activities. But, most important, we athletes, friends like yourself who helped us to be better people are what we remember the most. George was the kind of basketball player who could turn a game around. Click back to the SU vs Duke game in the NCAA semifinals in 1966. Dave Bing fouled out, and George came in to score 16 points to keep us close. That's just 1 of many times. Although I was a football player who blocked for Larry Csonka and helped us as a linebacker, I was true Orange! That's what has connected you, George and I for so many years.I hope to see you guts again up there one of these days. Your friend, and George's too. Billy During #36

  10. I already wrote a comment. But I would be remiss for not mentioning that both George Hicker and Brian McLane have been my friends since 1965.

  11. Hi Brian and George. Just a reminder that I think of you guys a lot, and miss seeing you. It's been too long since we were together. Billy During.

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