Not long ago, we were invited to see the Pacers play the Mavericks downtown. It was fun, I guess. Lots of noise and hoopla. At first the teams seemed evenly matched but that bubble burst quickly; the Pacers were going to get tromped. :::sigh::: I was the only one cheering for them anyway.
It was really shameful the way the guys running the sound system ONLY played noise when the Mavs scored. When the Pacers scored, it was dead silence. Not good sportsman conduct in my book.
And the cheerleaders!!! Good grief!!! Like the Cowboy cheerleaders and the ones for arena football (they are the WORST) they all look like escapees from Vegas that detoured through a plastic surgery drive-through, and then doused themselves in glitter. The only thing they don’t do is pole dancing or lap dances. Probably next year! :::sigh::: No wonder other cultures think so poorly of American women.
But I ramble. Back to b’ball..
I don’t think I’ve really enjoyed basketball games since I we graduated. The exception being watching Michael Jordan, watching the movie Hoosiers and then watching videos of Steve W. winning the State Championship! What a game.!!
I always found it interesting that tourney time also meant blizzards. I was never fortunate enough to get snowed in at the game (I always thought that would be great fun) but I do have fond memories of getting snowed in other places. Once at Jeanie B’s house. I had a GREAT time! Her mother was a great cook and made fudge and popcorn after supper.
Getting snowed in at home was interesting. The only place we had heat was in the milk-house and Mom fried eggs and potatoes for every meal.
Once Daddy took my brothers and a neighbor to a game, got caught in the storm, ended up walking about three miles in the freezing mess, got home, got the tractor and then back to pull out the car. THEN he went on to help others get out. Talk about a Pop-sickle !
Anyone else have any B’ball stories or blizard stories or both?
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5 comments:
This is from an earlier post (w/some editing and added comments)
Purple Tabby - please excuse my comments about 'the girls from CG'. I mean no disrespect. If other cultures think poorly of our American women - you might blame some of that on the entertainment media - but, I think it is more socio-culturally based than that. Our media 'talking heads' with their 'sometimes' one sided views and Hollywood's (among others) idea that sex sells does enter into this fray. But, again, I think it is bigger than that. A good sound education enters into it,too. I grew up like you. Strong family values, brought up and brought along by a society (and an education system) that values others. Educated by people that really believed in this value of respecting others. Not just others like themselves, but also, others very different from themselves. An awful lot of this worlds population do not have this as a basic belief. People have to be able to think for themselves and not just believe what they are told to believe. At CG, we had the education and the right mix of teachers that nurtured us just enough to allow us to 'think for ourselves'..Vandy was the leader of that pack of Teachers and I will forever be grateful to not only him, but to the rest of them. Now, back to the subject at hand. Read on:
Hoosier Hysteria is not what it used to be. Politics took over. It is now a class system. Too many classes of schools. Too many State Champions. Back when we were in school, if you were the State Champ - You were THE STATE CHAMP.. Most times, we didn't make it out of the Regionals, but, wasn't it fun...I remember more than one trip to Columbus for the Regionals. And walking around the top of the Whiteland Gym at the County and Sectional Tournaments. Round and Round. Trying to see how the girls from the other schools stacked up to the girls from CG. CG won that battle hands down. CG had the prettiest cheerleaders, also.... I know that I am not being 'Politically Correct' but, it is all true and I am old - (My wife tells me this all the time - that I am too old - I tell her,I may be old, but, I'm not dead yet!) So,Please forgive me as I am old.....
Do you remember the Diner across the street from the Whiteland Gym? Babbs Restaurant.. Great Tenderloins and Shakes. How about the big Snowstorm one year (we were probably Sophomores or Juniors) It snowed so bad, that we (Ron, Sandy ,Ellen and myself) were stuck at Sandy's house for 3 days. Funny thing happened, Ellen and I broke up right after that. That's a whole different story, though. Sandy's Mother was a great cook and we really ate well. Great cookies. Back to the subject at hand - My Dad used to tell the story of when he played ball for CG. They were playing Martinsville and were leading by 3 point toward to the end of the game and had the ball. Now,this was at Martinsville and all of a sudden, the lights went out and stayed off for several seconds and when they came back on, CG was behind by 3 points. They lost the game by 1 point. That's the way Hoosier Basketball used to be played. That was back in the day of the Milan State Champs. Long before that, Franklin (Johnson County's own) had a string of Championships. CG Class of 65's own S.W. coached a couple of State Champions @ Ben Davis. That 65 CG Class also had some great BB players BV,MU,GT,SW, SH,TC,RM, etc.. Can you name a few more?
I don’t remember individual players as much as I remember the excitement that surrounded each game.
When I was little, I went with my grandparents to Union games, also Ninevah, Trafalgar, Clark, Edinburg etc. All of my uncles on that side of the family went to Union and there was a strong rivalry between Union and CG at the time.
Lots of “personality” came out of those games. I remember a couple of Barn-Burners that went into Sudden Death Overtimes!
WOW life just doesn’t get any better than Sudden Death Overtimes! LOL
I loved those older, smaller gyms. At Union, my Granddad, and all the other men, would watch the game while standing on the stage. My Grandmother sat with the ladies in the bleachers.
We (Rosie and I were a "set") spent a little time with each during the game but were never far from someone who wouldn’t hesitate to correct our behavior if necessary.
It was so safe and so much fun.
My Grandparents and my uncles often replayed the game, play by play, around the kitchen table when we got home.
“Dadblame! You can’t win again seven men!” “Coach should have played the bench sooner.” etc
Heck, my Uncles STILL replay games like that!
In HS, I remember going to Columbus for the Regionals.
That place was so big, it made me dizzy just looking at the court ( well, we had seats in the rafters! ) I don’t think I had ever seen a place so big.
As I recall, it had snowed just before the game and it was COLD! And it was STILL at great game.
And Two Dogs, you don’t have to worry about being politically correct!
While you guys were walking around and around the top of the gym looking for girls, the girls were walking around and around the opposite direction looking for guys!
It was a great system of checking out the field!
Basketball, Columbus, Regionals oh my...
You mean there were games going on while looking for the opposite sex?? Oh what times they were.
Actually, I think Indy set their blizzard calendars by the playoffs.
I remember in Jan and Feb of 1978 when we had back to back blizzards that totally paralyzed Johnson county. Only the vehicles from Atterbury could get through the first few days and they were going around the county picking up the women in labor. 144 from B'ville to Franklin was one lane and the snow was about 8 ft. above the cars and they put flags on the first and last cars to warn ahead.
I was with the women's aux. with the fire dept. and had to help when so many people got stranded in town. The strandees stayed in the fire dept. itself and we had to magical feed them with groceries out of the air. Everyone was working their butts off and the little store had sent down all they could and we cooked what would go the farest. I remember this one man on about the 3rd day as he was passing through the chow line again, asking when the food variety was going to change. I held up a huge knife and told him that if he didn't want his share we could give it to someone that did and if he wanted to go grocery shopping for us he could. Otherwise to sit down and please shut up. We really didn't need a mutiny at this time. There was this huge round of applause as this guy had been the biggest pain in the rear since he first came in. I think he was expecting the Hyatt or something. Anyway, he sat down and not another peep from him.
This, like twodogs comment, is mostly a repeat of a comment I left on PT's original blog.
I think I missed the blizzard tourney at Whiteland because I was working as a short order cook at "The Beehive".
Doris D. owned the Beehive. Her daughter, JoAnn, was at the tourney. JoAnn was married to Mark Mc.
The snow got deep enough that the D.O.T. closed U.S. 31.
Mark realized his family was stranded, and decided they WOULD NOT spend the night in the Whiteland Gymnasium!
He set out on his Bulldozer, at 2 m.p.h., for Whiteland....found his family, and returned home at the same speed.....family following close behind.
That Winter I had gotten my learner's permit. I will never forget the one-lane "Chicane" that was carved through 12 or so feet of snow on Smith Valley Road!
A few thoughts:
Two Dogs - was there a riot when the score changed when the lights went out (CG vs. Martinsville)? Ya know, dirty tricks in politics is one thing but during a basketball game???
OMG! That could have SERIOUS consequences -- War comes to mind!
Golden Horse: I remember listening to stories about a farm family that fed 20 people for X-number of days. I was amazed that eggs and potatoes could stretch that far!
To this day, I have extra in the pantry in case of a blizzard. LOL I know, I know. It isn't likely here. But I'm ready!
GB- That story about Mark and his bulldozer was so funny,,, and so typical of folks I knew then. My face got frosty just thinking of that long ride to and from W'land!
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