A Statement from the Family of Louis Orr:
“On 12/15/2022, Louis Orr was called home to be with the Lord as his battle with cancer has come to an end. He was a dearly loved and devoted husband, father, grandfather, brother and friend. He will forever be missed!”
This News hit me and my wife Nichole like a ton of bricks. Coach Orr actually introduced me to Nichole our freshman year at Syracuse back in 1996. Now, Nichole had already caught my eye a few days prior, and I remember it clear as day, Coach said to me, “Etan, I have someone I want to introduce you to. She’s a nice young lady from Cali and she plays on the women’s team. I just think you two would vibe really well”
And we have been vibing ever since. In fact, decades later, we are married with 3 kids and just celebrated our 18th year anniversary.
For me, coach Orr was much more than a coach. I could quote him for days but some of the best advice he gave me was when he told me….
“Basketball is not supposed to be easy. There is a reason only special people make it. They don’t quit when things get tough. They don’t point the finger at everyone else. They make adjustments and learn from every game whether they score 20 or hardly play”
These were his words to me during my freshman year. He told me this while I was going through my “freshman blues” stage at Syracuse. Now, if you don’t know what the freshman blues are I’ll explain. It was my first time away from home, I was homesick, missed my family and friends, basketball wasn’t going the way I expected it would go, it was cold, it started snowing and just wouldn’t stop, I had what felt like a never ending cold, and I discovered that the coach that recruited me is not the same nice, smiling, joking person who sat in my living room on my recruiting trip.
I went from being a back to back state champion at Booker T Washington High School in Tulsa Oklahoma, Blue Chip All American, #1 player in my class in Oklahoma etc etc to being at the bottom of the totem poll at Syracuse. I mean the very bottom. Couldn’t get any lower.
I was playing behind a Senior Center Otis Hill who the previous year had gone to the NCAA championship in 96 with that special group of John Wallace, Lazarus Simms, Todd Burgan, and company, and I had a lot to learn. Looking back on it now, playing against Otis Hill in practice everyday my freshman year really showed me how hard I needed to work to be successful in the Big East. Back then, every night there was another dominant monster we would be playing against. Jahidi White at Georgetown, Jason Lawson at Villanova, Adonnal Foyal at Colgate, Danya Abrahams at Boston College, there were literally no nights off.
But for me, in the position I was in as a freshman center, It felt like I could do no right on the court in Coach Boeheim’s eyes. In fact, it felt like I could do no right in practice. Everything was my fault. Etaaaaaaaan (Coach Boeheim voice) what are you doing, rebound the ball, run the floor, get back, get up, get over, you’re not in the right spot, what are doing !!!!!
I remember thinking, maybe he recruited the wrong person ? Maybe he thought I was somebody else because it doesn’t seem like he likes me at all, and to be honest, I didn’t like him very much either. (I’m just being honest)
But Coach Orr wouldn’t allow me to pout, catch an attitude, stop working hard, feel sorry for myself, give up, quit, lose my temper, flip out on Coach Boeheim (which honestly almost happened), he consistently wrapped his arm around me, encouraged me, imparted wisdom, and made me keep working.
I remember the first time he came to me after a game where I played probably all of 2 1/2 minutes but somehow I still got fussed at as if I was the reason we lost. I remember thinking, “I did all of that wrong in 2 1/2 minutes ?” And Coach Orr must’ve seen me at the point of snapping and he came to me and whispered
quietly in my ear, “meet me at the gym at 10pm” I remember being like, “excuse me did you say at 10 pm coach ?” But he saw I needed it. So we had an angry workout. Hard violent dunk drills. Aggressive power moves. He had one of the managers or someone he just brought to the workout to bang me with the pad and I would have to power through the contact and make my move to the basket over and over again. We were there for maybe 2 hours. So once I reached the point of exhaustion, he came over to me, sat down next to me on the floor, and said, “You feel better now” ? And honestly, I did.
After that, his message to me was to keep working, doing extra, stay locked in, find out what coach wants and do that, and stressed that that’s the only solution, to keep working until it is apparent that it’s a lost cause but in order to get to that point, you have to make sure you are doing everything possible on your end. He told me that I wasn’t the first player on earth to not be happy with their situation on the court, but it was how I handled it and what I chose to do in order to overcome this hurdle that would set me apart. He said anybody can quit. People quit all the time. He told me that he’d been in situations where a coach didn’t have the confidence in him yet and he had to prove himself. He told me there were situations where he felt like it was literally him against the coach. But he had to make it so the coach couldn’t take him out the game even if he wanted to, and that’s exactly what I had to do.
He also told me that things will get better and that I’ll get past this, but just don’t forget this feeling when you do have success but remain humble and hungry. Don’t ever get complacent but keep this same drive, passion, anger, tenacity, chip on your shoulder mentality even when Coach Boeheim starts singing your praises and the papers start raving about you.
He also said that there would come a time where I am going to be encouraging someone else who is in the same situation that I was in and they don’t know how to handle it. And sure enough, that’s exactly what I did with Jesse Edwards throughout his early years at Syracuse.
But this became me and Coach Orr’s routine. We would just have extra workouts regularly. Sometimes he would let me just vent and fuss, other times he would vent and fuss. Other times, we wouldn’t say a word. Just drill after drill after drill. Other times we would just come to the gym, sit on the floor, and just talk, and the topics varied. Sometimes we talked basketball, other times we talked everything but basketball. We talked about life. He would relate the ups and downs on the court to the ups and downs of life. He would tell stories of when he played and different things that he experienced in college and the pros.
We started going to church together on Sundays and Coach Boeheim actually moved practice to a little later in the day on Sundays so we could keep our Sunday church routine.
I can easily say that if it weren’t for Coach Orr, I wouldn’t have made it through Syracuse. He had become much more than just a coach.
The thing is, he didn’t have to do any of that.
He didn’t have to take me to church. He didn’t have to encourage me the way he did off the court, he didn’t have to teach me life lessons. That was all way beyond the call of duty for being an assistant coach. He didn’t even work with my position, he worked with the forwards. But we had a connection that would last a lifetime. That’s what makes a coach more than a coach. Anyone can draw up plays or drills or point out when you aren’t doing what you’re supposed to be doing etc etc. but a coach that takes an interest to learn a players needs, situation, mind state, temperament, understands when they need encouragement because they’re down, when they need to be fussed at because they’re messing up, holds them accountable, doesn’t crush their spirit but uplifts their spirit, it’s just special. Coach Orr wore many hats for me that extended far beyond a coach. Mentor, father figure, disciplinarian, confidant, motivator, teacher, spiritual advisor, relationship expert, psychologist, therapist, teacher and friend. Rest In Peace coach orr 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾
