Chick Hearn Rumors
I think the first two nights that the Lakers played in Los Angeles, we played against the Knicks both nights. We had crowds of around 4,000 the first night and 3,400 the second night, and everyone was a Knicks fan. I was saying to myself, “What do we have to do here to upstage the Dodgers and the Rams?” who were a big part of the sports culture in Los Angeles. The stories with Chick? I can’t even repeat them. They were so funny. He was a character and I loved his passion. He was as good as it gets, but he was like a player. He had a game-day routine. Chick would get to the Forum at 3:30 in the afternoon to get ready for that night’s game. It just showed you what a great professional he was.
But there, just behind the opponents’ bench, a stone’s throw from some weirdo in a cowboy suit, sits the regal Marge Hearn, widow of the late, great Chick. She’s almost 94 now, and as far as anyone can tell, just entering her prime. That’s right, amid this zaniness, we still have Marge, who kept her husband grounded during his record stint as the best announcer in basketball history, who got him to the airport, packed his bags and smiled gamely as he needled her on the air. “Marge could’ve made that shot” or “Marge couldn’t go to her left either.” “He was such a comic,” she says now. “He would rib me on the air, and people would say, ‘Why do you let him do that?’ I told them because I thought it was funny.” “I would challenge anybody on how many games they saw,” she says. “Because I saw them all.”
Indeed, Marge Hearn is the ultimate Laker Girl, yet let’s back up a bit, to when she and Chick met as teenagers. They would be together almost 70 years, a love story with stone-cold heartbreak — they lost two children — but plenty of joy. “I thought he was a big showoff,” she says of when they met back in high school. “He was entertaining the crowd even then.”