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Thursday July 31, 1986

SCOPE
The catering truck 'is indicative
 of our life style.'

Home Edition, Long Beach, Page 9-2
Zones Desk
21 inches; 718 words
Type of Material: Column

By Paul McLeod, Times Staff Writer

The rising sun fights off billowy clouds on an unusually brisk July morning in Paramount.

Louis Falla pulls his car into the parking lot and turns off its headlights. It is 5 a.m., but most of the people scurrying around the lot at Standard Catering on East Alondra Boulevard have been there for a couple of hours. Some own their own catering trucks. Others work for companies with names like Super Snack, Deals on Wheels and Grill Thrill.

The air is thick with the smells of bacon and chorizo sizzling on propane grills from inside the trucks. Engines idle as workers slosh over asphalt littered with fruit rinds, empty soda cartons and melting ice. Soon they'll be off on another 12-hour day, serving hot and cold meals, drinks and snacks to workers at offices and construction sites in the Southeast area. Many repeat this scene six days a week.

Street vernacular dubs the rolling grills "roach coaches" and "meat wagons," but their proliferation in Southern California demonstrates their utility.

"The hot truck is indicative of our life style," said manager Terry Newton of Standard. "This is a very small business nationwide. Our (population) density here makes it very conducive to this business."

Falla, a native of Costa Rica, says he meets "nice people, different people, terrible people" on his route, which includes 30 stops at businesses in Paramount and Cerritos.

As a group he likes office workers the best. "They have the money and don't mind paying the price," he says. "Construction workers are hard people. They sometimes say very bad things to my cook."

An average gross income, he said, is about $900 a day. He figures he'll keep about a third of it after expenses.

"This is not an easy business to get into," Newton said. "A truck costs $40,000 a year and the insurance alone on one of these vehicles is $4,000 a year."

By 6 a.m., as it begins to drizzle, most of the hot trucks are on the road. Falla fires up the engine of his modified Chevrolet Step Van and pulls onto Alondra in the direction of mounting lightning and heads for a bakery on Paramount Boulevard.

"A bad day for me, eh?" he says. "On hot days we sell more." It's 6:15 a.m., and he's 15 minutes away from his first stop, a plastics factory in Paramount.

Falla pulls his van up to the bakery and leaps out of the open door into the street. He returns five minutes later with pan dulce (Mexican sweet bread), which he says he buys each day ' 'para los Mexicanos."

Coffee is also popular. It knows no barriers between offices and construction sites, white collar or blue collar, hard hat or suit and tie.

And it is profitable. A 100-cup pot of coffee uses about a pound of beans. At 25 cents or more a cup, a vendor's minimum profit on coffee is about eight times the cost to produce it.

Developing a rapport with customers ensures repeat business. Falla prefers a personal approach. He has many Latino customers and his knowledge of Spanish is helpful.

As he silently arrives at the plastics factory there are a few cars with bleary-eyed workers waiting for him. More arrive on foot, and each passes the truck, eyeing the staples. Falla encourages them with a smile and calls of "Hola, amigo " or "Buenas dias , senor." Later he joked with three Latinas in Spanish about the sweet bread. Another woman dawdled at the counter after taking some food and a cup of coffee. She didn't have enough money to pay for it all, she says in Spanish. Motioning with his hand, Falla tells her to take it. She can pay for it tomorrow.

Most customers who give their word are good for the money, Falla said, so it's worth the risk.

"It's a lot of competition," he says. "If I don't do my route right, I may lose (to another truck)."

Competition for new stops is fierce among the drivers. A good recommendation from a customer can mean new business. Drivers sometimes negotiate with managers to win a stop at their business, while at other places they may undercut the prices of a competitor and "steal" a stop.

Prices also vary from stop to stop and sometimes from customer to customer. At an office building a woman chides Falla gently as she buys a soda, "you chargin' (me) a different price. You charge different prices for everything."

"Ah," says Falla, flashing the woman a big grin without responding to her complaint.

At the Price Club warehouse store in Cerritos, Falla faces an onslaught of about three dozen employees. They flood out a side door into the rain and swarm the truck. A handful of truckers from the loading docks join in, forming lines at the food counter that are four-deep.

Falla sets up a table a distance from the truck to make change while cook Lola Meibas takes orders for hot food from inside the van. Falla is quickly surrounded and soon some customers complain that the service is too slow. A handful of strong, young men talk about bolting with their food. But after a few steps away from the truck, they return. They have sheepish looks on their faces.

The majority of the crowd mills around the van. Some sit on the curb and eat. Others contemplate another snack. Still others wait for co-workers.

But Falla can't wait. He packs up his truck and minutes later is sounding his horn at the next stop.

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McLeod (center) in 1993 at a college basketball game. He wrote nearly 3,000 stories at The Times.

Wednesday, March 31, 2004

 

College Athletics in a Run for Its Money


* Budget cuts have many of the state's universities

scrambling to save sports programs.

Home Edition, Main News, Page A-1
Sports Desk
45 inches; 1524 words

 

By Paul McLeod, Times Staff Writer

When Seawolf and Sonoma Slew leave the starting gate as planned this summer at the Sonoma County Fair, they will carry more than a jockey: The hopes of an entire college athletic department will ride on their backs.

The thoroughbreds are part of an unorthodox fundraising effort benefiting sports programs at Sonoma State University -- one that officials say could generate as much as $200,000.

Sonoma's NCAA-approved venture into racing late last year demonstrates the creative steps that athletic programs are taking to stay in business as the state cuts funding to colleges and universities. Whether organizing fundraising walks, summer camps, barbecues or silent auctions, athletic directors say they are turning into nearly full-time fundraisers.

Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger's proposed 2004-05 budget calls for $6.8 billion in statewide spending cuts, roughly $524 million coming from higher education. Intercollegiate athletic programs would lose between 8% and 10% of their funds, and administrators are planning for the worst.

A few institutions -- such as UCLA, with a $4-million reserve -- have weathered the storm, but most campuses in the University of California and California State University systems are scrambling to maintain scholarship levels and avoid laying off coaches and other personnel.

They are limiting long-distance calls, booking teams into cheap hotels, leaving positions vacant and, in the case of Cal State Fullerton, training volunteer senior citizens to sell tickets and provide security. A handful of schools have dropped sports and several others say they might do the same.

San Jose State is considering replacing three as-yet unnamed sports with some that cost less to operate. "When you are already at bare bones," Athletic Director Chuck Bell said, "this is like amputation." 

California is not alone in struggling to balance budget cuts and sports programs. Only 40 of 1,266 NCAA members operate profitably, NCAA spokeswoman Kay Hawes said, and the association's online news archive contains dozens of reports about colleges struggling with finances or dropping sports.

"This [budget] situation is not unique to California," said Mike Bohn, recently hired from the University of Idaho as athletic director at San Diego State, where students will vote next month on whether to tax themselves $95 a semester to pay for sports teams. "Two years ago at Idaho we were hit hard and there we had no reserves. It was very difficult and it continues to be difficult."

Officials say a wave of dropped sports could signal the end of a golden age of intercollegiate athletics in California, spawned in the boom years of the 1960s, when programs blossomed up and down the state, ambition and optimism reigned and a noted volleyball school -- UC Santa Barbara -- would schedule a football game at powerhouse Tennessee. Santa Barbara lost that 1971 game, 48-6, and dropped the sport after the season.

Although football can be a powerful revenue generator, it has died off at most of the state's public colleges, done in by high costs and gender-equity rules mandating a mix of men's and women's teams in proportion to their numbers on campus. Cal State Fullerton and Long Beach State killed football in the early 1990s, during the last funding crisis.

But the current crunch is worse, athletic administrators say, citing several factors:

* The expected cuts follow closely on other reductions. Schwarzenegger's proposal to trim funds for Cal State campuses by 8.4%, or $220 million, comes after a similar cutback in 2003-04. If a proposed 7% cut in the UC budget is enacted, the system would receive about $520 million less than it did four years ago -- a decline of 16%.

* Proposed enrollment cuts could strain schools that rely on student fees to pay for athletic teams. Cal State Chico, which charges students $80 a year to help fund its $3-million athletics budget, has already lost about $100,000 in student fees since 2002 because of lagging enrollment, officials say.

"Maybe we'll have a 25-game basketball season instead of 27 and a 50-game baseball season instead of 55," Athletic Director Anita S. Barker said. "We're already staying at the cheapest hotels possible within reason." 

* Scholarships, a recruiter's ultimate weapon, would face a whipsaw. The governor has proposed tuition hikes of 10% for in-state undergraduates and 20% for those from out of state, making scholarships costlier at a time when there is less money to fund them. Ultimately, administrators say, fewer athletes will receive aid, or the aid they receive will not go as far.

* Campus cutbacks could reduce academic offerings, making it more difficult for athletes to get the classes they need at times that do not conflict with practice. San Jose State held spring football practice last year at 6:30 a.m. so players could get the courses they needed.

Schools are being forced to examine priorities, said Paul Swangard, managing director of the University of Oregon's Warsaw Sports Marketing Center.

"You can accurately justify providing athletic opportunities for some of the students, that it is a worthwhile part of the [services] a university provides," he said. "But if it simply becomes a cost center, you're hard-pressed to justify having them."

Priorities were put to a vote earlier this month at San Francisco State, and sports lost. Students narrowly rejected taxing themselves $33 a semester to pay for half of the $2.6-million athletic budget, putting the school's 16 remaining intercollegiate teams in jeopardy. Swimming has already been axed.

"It's saying that healthy growth through sports is not a priority and that college athletics is not important," said student body President Natalie Batista, a former softball star.

Barker, the Cal State Chico athletic director, said that when sports are dropped they rarely get restored. Her school dropped six sports in 1991, and six years later eliminated football. Only women's golf has returned.

Among 22 Cal State campuses with athletics, football survives only at San Diego, Humboldt, Cal Poly San Luis Obispo, San Jose, Sacramento and Fresno.

Dropping football would cost San Jose State its prime vehicle for selling advertising, as well as huge paydays from playing on the road against big-time opponents, said Bell, the athletic director. Hoping to erase one-third of a $1.5-million shortfall, San Jose gave up a home football game this season against Stanford, agreeing to travel to Palo Alto.

"If we dropped football we'd save $3 million in expenses, but we'd lose more than that in marketing money," Bell said. "We have no other sport that generates revenue. Nothing from basketball, volleyball. We'd lose everything." 

But at Cal State Northridge, with a sports budget of $7.2 million, Athletic Director Dick Dull said dropping football after the 2001 season was prudent.

"If we had football, we'd be spending another $1.3 million ... and I don't know frankly how we would have survived that," he said. "Now that we are faced with this situation in the CSU, it makes the wisdom of that decision even more apparent."

UC San Diego Athletic Director Earl Edwards said he spends most of his time at off-campus functions.

"Prior to this year I was 80% administration and 20% fundraising," he said. "After this cut I'm primarily 80% fundraiser and 20% administrator."

The thoroughbred racing venture benefiting Sonoma State was dreamed up by a volunteer marketing official within the athletic department.

Seawolf and Sonoma Slew, a grandson of 1977 Triple Crown winner Seattle Slew, are owned by a private corporation that sold 100 tax-deductible shares in each horse at $1,000 each. Half of the money goes to care for the animals, the rest was donated to the athletic program. Half of any winnings would go to the athletic department. Plans call for two more thoroughbreds to be syndicated next year.

"This may only work one time around, but the bottom line is, we were able to generate some funding for scholarships and we have new people connect with the university, and that hasn't happened before," Athletic Director Bill Fusco said.

At other schools, the tactics range from high-tech to down-home. Fresno State, which recently dropped five sports, auctions trips to away games on EBay. Cal State Bakersfield stages a spring barbecue for 6,000 that raises $100,000. UC Riverside pulled in $335,000 last year through a televised auction and food festival.

Some officials suggest that the proposed cuts could give a competitive advantage to the state's private colleges, with their fundraising acumen and spending flexibility.

"Fundraising in private institutions is so much larger," said Brian Quinn, athletic director at Cal State Fullerton, who served in the same capacity at Loyola Marymount University from 1985 to 1998. "They have a lot of money coming directly from the university and its donors."

For Quinn and his public-school compatriots, the talk is of cuts, consolidations and postponements. 

At UC Santa Cruz, men's volleyball is threatened; Cal State San Marcos has put off adding soccer programs for at least two years; and Cal State Dominguez Hills expects to cut athletic study hall advisors.

Sacramento State Athletic Director Terry Wanless said the heyday of California public-college athletics may have run its course.

"Those days of schools with 20, 25 sports could be over," he said. "As difficult as that may become on every campus, it becomes a reality."

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Notebook paper with Kansas City Chiefs' autographs. It did not run with the story.
Thursday January 22, 1987

SUPER BOWL XXI  -  DENVER vs. NEW YORK
LONG BEACH MEMOIRS
In Less Hectic Time, Super Bowl Autographs and Souvenirs Went to the Quick and the Daring

Southland Edition, Sports, Page 3-1
Sports Desk
16 inches; 560 words

By PAUL McLEOD, Times Staff Writer

With my parents' permission I skipped junior high school that Friday in January of 1967, two days before the first Super Bowl, on the chance that I might get a few autographs from my heroes on the Kansas City Chiefs.

I was a nut about the old American Football League. I knew everything about every player in the league. The National Football League belonged to my dad's generation. I was not yet 14. The AFL was young, and mine.

At 7 a.m. my father dropped me off near the old city bus garage in Long Beach. Tom Massey, a young bus driver who hung out at my father's gas station, had offered to take me with him on the charter bus that shuttled the Chiefs from their Eastside hotel to Veterans Stadium, where they practiced.

Massey warned me that he might not be able to get me onto the practice field, since there were rumors that the Green Bay Packers had sent spies there. But this was my only chance to see any of the action. The game had failed to sell out at the Coliseum and was being blacked out on local television.

On the bus to the hotel, we joked about what we would say if someone asked who I was. The natural thing to say was that I was his son. But Massey was black, tall and lanky. I was white, short and stocky.

It turned out not to matter. There was no security at the hotel. In fact, just three Chief reserves and an assistant coach got on the bus. Most of the others had rented cars.

As Massey pulled the bus into the gated parking lot at Veterans Stadium, there was a hush around the field. Green tarps had been erected along the fences to prevent spectators from viewing practice.

A guard met the bus outside the gate. Massey, in his company uniform, and the others, passed through without a problem and went up a ramp to one of the two locker rooms. The guard stopped me.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"He's with us," Massey said. "Stram's kid."

The guard let me in, believing I was the son of Hank Stram, then the Chiefs' coach.

The atmosphere outside the locker room was peaceful. The pungent aroma of liniment drifted from behind the door. Massey told me to stay put until he returned, then went into the locker room. I stood alone, pad and pencil in hand, in a corridor between the locker room and training room, hoping for my first autograph.

Out strolled running back Mike Garrett in his underwear. Pretty shocking, but I asked Garrett for an autograph anyway.

Next came Buck Buchanan. The burly defensive end signed without a word. Later it took me three days to place the signature with his name. It looked like Boola Boola.

Next came quarterback Len Dawson, Then Stram. As he signed I kept checking over my shoulder for the security guard.

Massey, the bus driver, reappeared later on the practice field. The Chiefs seemed to like Tom and invited him to listen in on their huddles.

Practice ended, in fact, with Stram stepping in for Dawson at quarterback and inviting Massey to join the fun. He split Massey wide right and for the next half hour sent him out on pass patterns.

On the final play, with most of the team already in the showers, Stram took a new AFL football from a bag.

"This one's for the ball, Tom," he said to Massey from about the 50 yard line. "Run a post."

In his drivers' uniform and black leather shoes, Massey sprinted toward the goal post and Stram let go with a pass. Massey looked back into the noonday sun. The pass was in front of him and he stretched his lanky frame. He caught the ball and ran under the crossbar with a souvenir.

Back at the 50, the players that had remained cheered.

Stram signed the ball under the bleachers. So did many of the other Chiefs.

Outside the locker room again, a breathless Massey showed me his new trophy. "I'm hanging onto this," he said.

And I guess Massey still has that ball, on a trophy shelf somewhere in the city. Dad closed his gas station a year later and we lost track of him.

Four years ago, I met Garrett again and introduced myself as the kid who had asked for his autograph while he was in the hall in his underwear.

"Oh, was that you?" he said. "I wondered what happened to that kid."

I don't think he really remembered.

But I do.

L.A. Times

Sunday February 19, 1989

South Bay Edition, Sports, Page 3-16
Zones Desk
57 inches; 2002 words
Type of Material: Profile

Spotlight on Dave Yanai
Before Cal State Dominguez Hills' recent win streak, only his players and peers seemed to know how good the nation's only Japanese-American college basketball coach is. Now the secret is out.

By PAUL McLEOD, Times Staff Writer

The glare from television camera lights reflected off Dave Yanai’s glasses as the Cal State Dominguez Hills basketball coach, neatly dressed in a tweed jacket, was questioned by reporters after a road victory at Cal State Bakersfield.

Success has come often for Yanai's teams, but the media rush--such as this one in the hallway of the Civic Auditorium in this southern San Joaquin Valley town--is as uncommon for him as snow in Los Angeles.

For despite two decades of success as a high school and college coach in the shadow of media-rich downtown Los Angeles, the man Coach Bobby Knight of Indiana calls "a great coach" has toiled virtually anonymously.

Yanai has been at Dominguez Hills for 12 years. Some locals refer to the Division II school as "Cal State Carson," and that makes it difficult to attract top-notch athletic talent.

Yanai is the only Japanese-American college coach in the United States and has been rewarded several times as one of the best at his trade. Twice he was named Coach of the Year in the California Collegiate Athletic Assn., and once in the Division II Western Region.

Conversations over the years with coaches paint a picture of Yanai as a humble, hard-working and above-board teacher of basketball, "a coach's coach with no gimmicks," according to former UC Berkeley Coach Pete Newell.

Adds Knight: "There isn't a greater guy around."

Newell considers Yanai a well-kept secret: "Dave could compete in any conference in any part of the country with less talent than the rest (of the teams in the league), and he would win."

Said Yanai's wife of 23 years, Sae, who washed team uniforms when Yanai was at Fremont High so her husband could use laundry funds to buy much-needed jerseys for his players: "Dave just loves to coach. Always has."

Yanai's Dominguez Hills record of 181-133 is not of mythical proportions. At Fremont, he fared better (120-31). According to his peers, he gets every ounce of performance out of his players. Many of those players, Yanai concedes, are flawed. But his teams are so well prepared that they often win when on paper they shouldn't have bothered to show up. Many of his losses have gone down to the wire.

He operates on a shoestring budget that includes less than three full-time scholarships a year. Walk-on players often start.

"Dominguez Hills has a reputation," said Gardena Councilman Mas Fukai, an associate of Yanai. "It is hard to recruit athletes. Still, these young men are great individuals when he is done with them."

A reporter can usually turn up a skeleton or two in a coach's closet. Yanai's closet is bare, except for the accolades. Friends describe him as intense and caring, sincere and knowledgeable.

"If you have anything (worthwhile) inside of you, he will bring it out," said Sam Sullivan, who played for Yanai and now coaches basketball at Fremont.

Associates say Yanai is a kojin butsu, a nice, honorable guy, with life's priorities in the right order.

"He is not in the mainstream. You don't read much about him, but he is one of the real teachers of basketball," Newell said.

Yanai has been active in the Japanese-American community. He plays host to free youth camps in Gardena and Orange County several times a year and conducts them with the same vigor as practice sessions at Dominguez Hills. At one of those camps, said Yanai's nephew, Harvey Kitani, basketball coach at Fairfax High, "Yanai worked me so hard I came out of it feeling dizzy."

Explained Newell: "He has so many things going for him. He is a giver, not a taker."

Success has usually come with little fanfare at Dominguez Hills. Two years ago, when the Toros won a second CCAA title under Yanai with a last-minute victory over UC Riverside, there wasn't a reporter in attendance. In a 1988 Sports Illustrated story, former Toro Sports Information Director Steve Barr complained that he left the school in part because he was frustrated at being associated with a winning basketball program that received very little publicity.

Newell suggests that a measure of a coach's ability is in the homage paid by other coaches, as in Yanai's selection as CCAA Coach of the Year last season when his team finished fourth and failed to qualify for the playoffs.

"He's a gem," said Cal Poly Pomona Coach Dave Bollwinkle.

"If a player can't get along with Yanai, he can't get along with anyone," said Biola Coach Dave Holmquist.

"He's some kind of a coach," said Coach John Masi at UC Riverside, which beat Dominguez Hills by a single point in January but lost to the Toros in overtime this month.

Newell says you will seldom find a group of coaches who think that way about an opponent, but he thinks he knows why Yanai is so highly regarded: "He has his priorities right. Players and academics first. There aren't a lot of coaches today interested in that part."

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Frank Yanai remembers the cold wind on his face as he rode in the back of a pickup down the southern Sierra slope near Bishop. It was the dead of winter, 1945. Frank was 5 years old when his family was released from a Japanese internment camp in the Owens Valley. His younger brother, Dave, 2 1/2, rested near his mother's feet on the floor. He was born in the camp, as was one of the family's five daughters.

Their father ran a retail liquor business in Los Angeles when Pearl Harbor was attacked. Soon he was rounded up and ordered to help build the barracks in the internment camp that would house thousands of Japanese from Southern California during World War II. The rest of the family was shipped there later.

When the war ended, it was up to each family to find a way out.

"My father was lucky he had a friend with a truck," Frank said.

The family returned to Los Angeles and bounced from hotel to hotel, spent a year in the basement of a church, then moved to Gardena in 1947.

Dave liked Gardena. He stills lives there. It is a city with which he has formed "a kinship," he said.

In his early years, however, Dave was a mischief-maker. He "marched to his own agenda," Frank said. He spent the better part of his time at a local bowling alley setting pins or in the pool hall. Dave was a hustler.

"Anything to get a little extra money for a hamburger, a malt and some French fries," Dave said. "At times I had no direction. I marched to my own drumbeat. You could say I lived a full 24 hours."

At home, his parents spoke only Japanese. On Saturdays, the children attended a Japanese school to remind them of their heritage.

Said Frank: "For the first few years of our lives we were really groping, trying to understand our parents. It wasn't easy, particularly when we started (American) school."

Dave picked up English in kindergarten by watching and listening to other youngsters.

"The stereotypical Asian is one of a 'quiet American,' " he explained.”Young Japanese children weren't able to speak English as well when they entered school, so they learned by watching and doing. When the teacher said it was time to take a nap and to rest your head on your desk, you saw the other kids in the class putting their heads down on their desks and you did the same. You learned from that."

The boys worked in their father's fish-drying business.

"It was used in a soup base for Japanese people," Frank said. The land on which they worked in Dominguez Hills would eventually become the site of the university where Yanai coaches.

Later the family started a gardening business.

"Both our parents worked, so we were on our own," said Frank.

The brothers found solace in Gardena, despite a tough existence.

"It was a good town. We were lucky," Frank said. "We had white friends early in life and we didn't feel much prejudice."

But what prejudice there was stung Dave. He was taunted in school with chants of "Jap! Jap!" Dave retaliated: "I had my share of fights."

As Dave grew older, the prejudice "ebbed away," he said, thanks in part to athletics.

"If you had athletic prowess, kids would give you that measure of respect you were looking for."

Fukai coached the Yanai boys in youth baseball and watched Dave mature into a fleet-footed outfielder who played at Cal State Long Beach. Dave was active in basketball, too, although he was often the shortest player on the court.

"One of my midgets," Fukai said.

Dave feels that he has been successful often at Dominguez Hills because he understands the situations that other minority athletes face.

"He is very sensitive to blacks and their plight," Frank said.

Indeed, Yanai has made a career of finding unsung minority players, offering them an education and turning them into fine players.

Just ask All-American candidate Anthony Blackmon.

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The Aliso Village housing projects in East Los Angeles rise three stories above the noisy streets and cluttered gutters near the L.A. River. Dave Yanai, wearing a suit and tie, pulled his new, full-sized, shiny automobile under the front window of a weather-beaten apartment building. He had come to sign a player he felt had endless potential, one who could challenge for the CCAA Player of the Year honor in his senior year.

Tony Carter, a Yanai assistant and now coach at Bishop Montgomery High, rode next to Yanai. This neighborhood looked so tough; he later confided to associates, that he considered not getting out of the car when it stopped at Blackmon's apartment.

Blackmon, his hair in braids, stepped to his front window.

"Damn," he thought. "These guys look like some kind of federal agents."

The pair stepped from the car. Recalled Yanai: "I told Tony, 'You watch. Anthony will be out on the street to meet us so the guys in his neighborhood know we are all right.' "

Blackmon materialized shortly and signaled to a few "brothers" in the street. He had first met Yanai at the City Section all-star game in 1985. Blackmon did not play much in the game and was surprised when an Asian man approached him.

"I didn't know nothing about Dave Yanai," Blackmon said. "I was sort of shocked. I said to myself: 'Oh, an Oriental coach. What a shock.' Then I said: 'Oh, wow. Well, a coach is a coach.' "

Blackmon was unsure of his future. He had not received scholarship offers and could not afford college.

Yanai offered Blackmon a scholarship: books, tuition and a campus dormitory room. Blackmon is living up to Yanai's expectations. He leads the CCAA in scoring and rebounding. At least three professional teams have sent scouts to watch him play. Five years ago, he didn't figure he'd make it to college.

"Growin' up in my neighborhood, it's hard to say what I would have done had I not met Dave Yanai,” he said.

Those who know Yanai say that he creates a bond with his players. A bond that never goes away.

Relatives talk about the time that Ricky Bell, a Heisman Trophy winner in football at USC, walked into Yanai's Gardena home unannounced one Saturday afternoon. He had played basketball for Yanai at Fremont.

"Dave would tutor kids at his home," Fukai said.

And he occasionally gets heartbroken over some things his players do.

Last summer he was asked to deliver a eulogy at the funeral of a former player, 1975 City Section Player of the Year Ivory Ward. Ward had died from a drug overdose.

"He is so close to his players," said Dominguez Hills assistant coach Bart Yamachika. "He wants them to succeed so much that when these things happen he takes them very hard, maybe a little more hard than most."

Yanai, according to Fukai, cried for weeks after Ward's funeral.

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Speaking from his Bloomington office, Knight was long-distance jousting with a California reporter when this question was posed: "Have you ever wondered why, if Yanai is such a good coach, that he has not gone on to something bigger and better, like a Division I school?"

"You ever wonder why you haven't bettered yourself?" Knight snapped. "Maybe you're happy as a sportswriter. Maybe he is content where he is."

Yanai claims he has applied for only one Division I job since coming to Dominguez Hills. Newell has told him that many jobs are not worth moving up to a Division I program.

"I feel confident that I can handle a Division I job," Yanai said. "In fact, I would relish the opportunity, but I am not obsessed with it. . . . Southern California is a great place to live and raise children. You don't have to deal with all the elements here that you do in a cold-weather city where there is snow. I don't want to leave."

Fukai, and others, feel that Yanai is being overlooked because he is a Japanese-American.

"He belongs at USC or UCLA. . . . He is a diamond in the rough, and he can't get a break," Fukai said. "It's still very much that stereotype of having a head coach that is a Japanese-American."

Frank Yanai agreed.

"He has been overlooked because he is a Japanese-American, not black, not white. This is basketball, and the guys who make the hiring decisions look at him and say, 'Gee, would we be taking a chance hiring him?' "

Newell feels that Yanai has been overlooked: "Unfortunately, the people who make the hiring decisions don't have the first clue of what they are looking for. They go on newspaper clippings and take coaches who are already on the Division I level."

Job openings at several Division I schools, most notably Cal State Fullerton, have brought Yanai's name up for speculation. However, Yanai said, the bottom line is: "I have a great job I really enjoy. It doesn't pay a lot of money, but the people here are great to work with."

Yanai said that if he left Dominguez Hills, he would seek a job with similar benefits.

"I hope he stays in the area," said Newell. "If he does leave, he doesn't have to have a preponderance of material to win. . . . However, he should leave only if the situation is right for him."

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Yanai sat in an armchair in a motel room on a recent trip to a game at San Luis Obispo. Three coaches were sleeping in the cramped quarters. The TV was turned to a college basketball game. Yanai pulled out a half-finished cigar and lit up, then reflected on the first 45 years of his life.

"I am very fortunate to be an American," he said, puffing on the cigar. "I am a survivor, I guess. It was a great experience growing up like I did. It gave me a practical sense of life. It taught me to think ahead so I don't end up on the short end of everything."

Yanai let out a sigh and with it a puff of smoke.

"I guess it taught me not to be taken for granted."

Then, with a wry smile, he recounted his obscure success with little regret. The real kick in his life over the years, he said, has been watching young people under his guidance grow as individuals, with basketball merely a vehicle teaching them how to get the most out of their abilities.

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