The Des Moines Heat was a franchise in the International Basketball League based in Des Moines, Iowa. The team played for only one season (2005-2006), when they went 10-6 under coach by Paul Doerrfield. The Heat were paced in scoring by Terrence McGee (27.1 ppg), Merrill Andrews (22.8 ppg), and Tyrone Barksdale (21.6 ppg).
The Heat played one home game at Drake University's Knapp Center (the home opener). Following games were played at Hoover High School's gymnasium.
The team suffered a bit of a black eye when co-owner Terry Woods allegedly assaulted a woman. Ownership was later transferred to a new group.
On March 29, 2006, IBL commissioner Mike Duilio announced that the Des Moines Heat franchise had been dissolved due to a lack of financial support.
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“When I was growing up I used to think that the best thing about coming from Des Moines was that it meant you didn’t come from anywhere else in Iowa. By Iowa standards, Des Moines is a mecca of cosmopolitanism, a dynamic hub of wealth and education, where people wear three-piece suits and dark socks, often simultaneously.”
—Bill Bryson (b. 1951)
“When I was growing up I used to think that the best thing about coming from Des Moines was that it meant you didn’t come from anywhere else in Iowa. By Iowa standards, Des Moines is a mecca of cosmopolitanism, a dynamic hub of wealth and education, where people wear three-piece suits and dark socks, often simultaneously.”
—Bill Bryson (b. 1951)
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