How West Baden Springs Hotel Played into Basketball Shape for Larry Bird's Camp



West Baden Springs Hotel may be the ultimate multipurpose facility considering the costume changes it’s been though over 116 years.

It was once a seminary, a college, and even an Army hospital with a Christmas circus show in the atrium for the soldiers. More recently, car shows and concerts have taken place in the atrium. Back in the day, you could even hit a golf ball from the veranda when teeing off on the first hole of an adjacent golf course.

Then there was the stint as a temporary hoops arena.

With basketball season upon us, it’s a good time to flash back to when Larry Bird hosted a basketball camp at West Baden Springs Hotel about 35 years ago. You’re probably familiar with Bird’s background: he grew up a poor kid in French Lick who found an outlet in basketball, starred at Indiana State University, then was a three-time NBA MVP in his 13-year pro career. In the midst of all that, Bird came back home to host his basketball camp for a few summers in the early 1980s.

 Registration in the atrium at the beginning of camp week.

In the process, Bird put an empty local landmark to good use.

It was around the time when Northwood Institute, the college that had operated at West Baden Springs Hotel since 1966, was in its final years inhabiting the building. Doug Partenheimer now works here at French Lick Resort as a purchasing manager, and back then he was a grade-school kid whose parents signed him up for the camp. Doug can recall showing up at an impressive yet slightly eerie-looking and run-down West Baden Springs Hotel that looked like it hadn’t been inhabited for a while.

“When your parents take you there and drop you off, you don’t know anyone … I just remember freaking out there for a minute, because you’re like, ‘What kind of place are they taking me to?’ You go in there and it’s kind of dark and I just remember the floor being cracked and they’ve got these strange looking statues. When you go into this place, it’s like, ‘How are you going to play basketball in here?’”

Setting up temporary goals outside the hotel, in the area that's now the main entrance.

In terms of a playing surface, it wasn’t ideal. Portable basketball goals — Doug figures probably a dozen or more — were wheeled in and set up throughout the atrium. Lines had to be taped down on the floor. Doug recalls how sometimes you’d be dribbling the ball and it would hit a gaping crack in the floor. “The ball would just take off and you’d have to go chase it down,” he remembers.

There are only so many rims in a town of less than 2,000, which is why West Baden Springs Hotel turned into the command center of the camp.

“You’d spend most of your day in there just going to different stations and working on different fundamentals. Then you’d play games; they’d split you up and you played some outside. I remember there used to be a court outside (the hotel), probably around where the valet area is now, it was just one goal and we’d play out there. Every once in a while, they’d put you on a bus and take you up to the high school, and at the tennis courts they’d have goals and you’d play out there also.”


The campers also hit the mini golf course for some putt-putt, swam and watched movies of Bird in action. Yet the experience wasn’t exactly all fun and games. Doug remembers what it was like when night fell on West Baden Springs Hotel, where the campers also stayed.

He remembers being in his room and hearing other kids crying on the other side of the wall — a side effect of staying in a vast, vacant and aged hotel that was about 80 years old at the time. And they weren’t the spacious, luxuriously furnished rooms as they are now. Back then, in the post-Northwood days, the rooms were tiny and plain with just a couple bunk beds.

“That was something. You’d be sitting there sleeping, you’d hear kids crying. At 10:00 every night, your instructor would come by and (say) lights out and you’d have to turn the lights out and go to sleep. And of course back in those days you didn’t have cell phones or anything else to do. Some of them, you’d hear them in there crying, I guess they’d get homesick.”

 Larry Bird's high school coaches Gary Holland and Jim Jones (far left and far right) served as some of the instructors at the camp, along with Chris Ford (second from left) who was an assistant coach for Bird's Boston Celtics. On the far left, you can see one of the temporary goals set up in the West Baden Springs Hotel atrium.

Some of them came from as far as 300 miles away, according to a story in the local newspaper. That stands to reason when you consider the people you’d see there. Doug remembers being in the towering presence of NBA Hall of Famer Kevin McHale, one of Bird’s teammates from the Boston Celtics. Some of Bird’s former teammates at Indiana State and former coaches served as the camp instructors.

And while Larry himself wasn’t around much for the instructional portion of the week, he greeted the kids when they got there, posed for individual pictures with the campers and participated in the send-off at the end of camp.

As an excerpt from a local newspaper article detailed: At an awards ceremony on Friday afternoon at the Springs Valley High School gym, Bird saw to it that every boy was a winner. Each participant received a certificate, T-shirt, a poster and a Larry Bird basketball.

 Larry Bird during a separate appearance at the French Lick Sheraton (now French Lick Springs Hotel).

It all went down with very little fanfare. In true Larry Bird style, reflecting the modest roots he came from growing up in French Lick. Bird was adamant about conducting the camp without any major coverage: “no press, no media, no nothing,” he told the local newspaper.

“People are saying I put this on for the money. That’s wrong — I did it for the kids,” Bird also said in the newspaper story. “Every kid needs a chance.”

A chance to meet a basketball legend, and to play and stay inside a National Historic Landmark. It added up to the opportunity of a lifetime for some lucky youngsters in the early ’80s.