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Reporter’s Notebook

A few tidbits from the road.

I don’t recall if I shared this story in a previous notebook, but late last month I had back-to-back games that were completely awful. In the first, one of our best girls teams, WCHS, won easily but in very ugly fashion. They should have won by about 70 but apparently decided to play down to the level of their competition that night. After the game, one of the assistant coaches, who used to be the boys coach at WCHS and who I’ve known for a few years, walked by me and said, “Whew! That set basketball back about 20 years!”

Two nights later I covered one of our boys teams, FCHS. They are struggling this year and were playing a school that is traditionally solid. Midway through the first quarter FCHS was down by about 15 and their players pretty much gave up. I’ve seen some bad games over the years, but this might have been the worst. It wasn’t just that FCHS was outclassed or didn’t have talent or something else like that which easily explained their performance. This night, the players quit caring once they got behind. It was not fun to watch as player after player took quick, long threes as soon as they were open. The post-game interview with the coach was the most awkward thing I’ve been through in four years at the paper. He’s under some pressure and you could sense he knew his grasp on his job was slipping away.

That week was so bad, after the boys game my editor promised to give me some good games for awhile.

So that’s the set-up for last night. I was covering the ICHS girls, who were trying to close out their second-straight undefeated conference season. They’re a 2A school that has played a tough schedule and only lost four times this year. Their opponent was a 1A school that somehow managed to win six games so far this season. I was expecting a blowout, but little did I know…

ICHS won the tip and scored in about five seconds. Then they stole the ball and scored again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

This continued for the first nine-plus minutes of the game, until they were ahead 29-0. I’ve seen some one-sided runs, but this was ridiculous. And it wasn’t just because ICHS has talent and plays beautiful, team basketball. Their opponents, for some reason, kept dribbling the ball into the middle of the lane, where the ICHS defense would collapse and steal the ball easily. 80% of ICHS’ made baskets during the run came within five feet of the hoop. By the time they hit a shot, the opponents had already turned the ball over 13 times. They didn’t give up, but they were playing mind-numbingly dumb basketball.

The final margin was 64 points, which I believe is the biggest I’ve seen. At least my team won, which made the post-game stuff easier.

One last note. A few weeks ago I wrote about the buzzer-beater game I covered, which featured one of the top scoring players in the state. She got three fouls fairly early in the game and had to sit the final 5:00 before halftime. She was limited in the second half as well, and eventually fouled out in the final minute. Her team won, but she only scored 15, about half her average.

I will give her this: one of the fouls was pretty weak. But the rest were all legit. Her coach didn’t think so, though.

Once she sat down, he spent the rest of the game working any ref that got close to him about her foul situation.

“I have the number two scorer in the state sitting next to me on the bench because you’ve given her three fouls.”

“She’s an All-State player and she has three fouls. You think this is the first time she’s played the game?”

“She hasn’t had three fouls in a game all year but she’s sitting her next to me because you put her there.”

Unfortunately, other than some loud warnings to knock it off, I couldn’t hear what the refs were saying back to him when they came over to chat. I trust they were reminding him that a foul is a foul, no matter who commits it. And, if they were being shitty, they might have even pointed out how his team had been called for fewer total fouls than FCHS.

It was just another sign that even if I was capable, I would never want to be an official.1 I would let a jackass coach who complained about his player not getting her points because she’s on the bench pop off no more than twice before I got angry and either T’ed him up, or got vindictive and started calling every touch foul.

Tonight I’m covering the boys’ half of a girl-boy double header featuring that same coach. The girls game is between two ranked teams, so I’m going to get there early to see part of it. I’m looking forward to hearing him spend more time yelling at the refs than coaching again.


  1. ;I officiated 6-7 year old basketball one year in high school. I blew one call that still haunts me. I’m pretty sure I would suck as a ref. 

Buzzers

Some weekend.

Friday night I was on the road, covering one of our better teams, FHS (11-3 entering the game), against the #10 team in the state, MHS. MHS had just lost their first game of the year, one they played without their best player, who is the #2 scorer in the state at nearly 30 ppg. They are also very tall, starting three girls over 5’10″. It seemed like a tough matchup for my girls at FHS.

They fell behind early but slowly worked their way back into the game. FHS took a lead in the third quarter, the teams spent four minutes going back-and-forth, and then MHS pulled away again. Midway through the fourth quarter, it was a seven-point lead and the result seemed certain.

But FHS fought back once more. They tied the game with just under two minutes to play, got the rebound off a MHS missed free throw, and ran over a minute off the clock before MHS fouled. FHS hit one free throw and led by one with 13 seconds left.

MHS brought the ball up, tried to get it inside, nearly lost it as the FHS defense collapsed into the lane, and then somehow the ball came out to a girl wide open at the top of the key.

Release.

Buzzer.

Swish.

Game over.

A terrific effort by FHS, but not quite enough to get the win.

Saturday, as my Facebook friends probably know, we went to the Colts-Jets game. We had fantastic seats, sixth row on the 25 yard line, thanks to some friends whose family business is a Colts sponsor. After being in Lucas Oil Stadium three times for high school football and college basketball, it was very different seeing every seat filled and the entire crowd roaring.

I would love to offer one of my famous, detailed breakdowns of attending a sporting event, but the truth is I got kind of drunk during the game, and it’s all a little fuzzy. And, as good as our seats were, we were low enough where it was difficult to follow some of the plays.1 Thus, for example, I could not understand why the Colts kept running the ball. I received a text during the game from my buddy Coach Hebs that said, “It’s bad when the Jets are daring them to run and they still can’t do it.” I took his word for it.

Still, with 53 seconds left, it looked like my prediction would come true: Adam Vinatieri kicked a 50-yard field goal to put the Colts up by two. Kick it deep, cover, and keep the Jets on their side of midfield and the game is over.

Instead, short kick, the same horrible kick coverage the Colts have had all year, and the Jets have a short field. Throw in one of the worst time out calls ever2 and the Jets get a chip shot for the win.

Snap.

Hold.

Kick.

Good.

Game over.

So my first ever Colts game in person, and first NFL game in 16 years, was a total failure. I wore the Colts shirt I bought earlier this season, and this brings their record to something like 2-5 when I wear it. Clearly I can’t go to games and can’t wear that shirt anymore.

It was a little strange walking out of the stadium. Most people just quietly left their seats and exited. Some fans near the tunnel where the Colts locker room is located remained and cheered as the players left the field. But just about everyone else slowly faded out. I got the sense that everybody knew the Colts were fortunate to have even made the playoffs this year and thus there wasn’t a lot of angst as we left. Or maybe everyone was just shocked by the result. And drunk.

So two days, two three point plays at the buzzer to win games. You would be correct if you thought I was a little tense Sunday as KU blew a 15-point lead at Michigan and the Wolverines had the ball down two with under 20 seconds to play. I was expecting another three pointer at the buzzer.

Luckily Michigan only hit a two, KU’s chance at a game-winning three rimmed out, and the Jayhawks did just enough in overtime to remain undefeated. It would have been a very difficult Sunday night if I went 0-3 on the buzzer beaters.

Throw in a fantastic brunch with friends Sunday morning and an even better nap Sunday afternoon, and it was a pretty excellent weekend.


  1. All the beer didn’t help. 
  2. Seriously, WTF was Caldwell thinking? Didn’t he learn his lesson earlier this year in Jacksonville? He just earned a place with Andy Reid and Mike McCarthy as one of the worst time management coaches in the NFL. There was a guy two rows in front of us who grabbed his coat and walked out, muttering about Caldwell as soon as the ref announced the time out. Caldwell might be lucky that Jim Irsay is a pretty nice guy. I doubt his old man would be as understanding. 

Reporter’s Notebook – Another First

High school basketball is in full swing in Indiana now. The girls have been playing for almost a month and all the boys teams across the state now have games under their belts.

Friday night I covered my first boys game of the year. It was a lot of fun and was another first in my career.

The game started with the visitors, who were not my team, jumping to an 11-2 lead. They were up 24-12 midway through the second quarter and the hosts, ICHS, were getting nothing out of their offense. I was already struggling to come up with things to ask the coach after the game, thinking my questions would revolve around first game jitters, the other team having already played a game, etc. ICHS made a few defensive stops, finally got something out of their offense, and by halftime it was a three-point game.

ICHS had five possessions to start the second half in which they could have cut the lead, but did not. I figured that was probably it when the lead ballooned back to eight. But another run had it down to two at the end of the third. Then, crazily, ICHS began to dominate. Over the next six minutes they built a nine-point lead. The gym was rocking and I was both looking forward to talking to the coach after the game and debating what player I should talk to.

But the game was not over yet. The visitors did a textbook job of cutting into the lead. They got quick but smart shots on offense, fouled quickly on defense, and benefitted from ICHS missing six of 12 free throws over the final 2:00. ICHS also committed a couple dumb fouls that put the visitors on the line for cheap points with no time lost. The visitors hit a three with :16 left to cut the lead to two. They fouled with :06 left. ICHS missed both free throws. The starting center for the visitors  grabbed the rebound, went the length of the court and laid the ball in for the tie.

Overtime. My first overtime game! My initial thought, beyond the excitement of a close game, was that I hoped we just played one OT, because my stat sheet only has room for one overtime and I wanted to have time to write a decent story. Fortunately ICHS scored seven quick points and cruised to the win.

I had a good interview with the coach. It was his first game as head coach at his alma mater, so he was particularly pumped. I had 45 minutes to get my story out. It was decent, but I’m not sure I got all the excitement of the night into it.

So that was fun.

I’ve done a handful of girls games already. One thing that’s been nice about this year is how I’m seeing some kids I’ve covered for three or four years. There is one girl in particular who is especially fun to watch. Three years ago she was a freshman bench player for EHS, the sad sack school I cover frequently. She only got in the games late, when they were down by 50 or so. She weighed about 70 pounds, wore glasses, and ran around like a chicken with her head cut off. She would run into people on defense and if she got the ball on offense she either immediately turned it over or chucked it towards the basket, whether she was in range or not. It was kind of funny and kind of sad at the same time.

Last year, she ditched the glasses and was probably up to 85 pounds. She still didn’t play much, but she clearly had learned a lot more about the game. This year, she’s starting as a junior. She probably weighs 110 pounds and while she’s not ripped, she’s all muscle. And she carries herself like someone who not only knows how to play the game, but has confidence in her skills. It’s a dramatic change that’s been fun to watch. She’s still not all that good, mind you, but she’s come a long way. She might be a decent player as a senior.

Her whole team has been funny to watch, too. Last year they had their best season in a decade, finishing right around .500 and winning a game in sectionals. They lost their best player, arguably the best in school history, but have everyone else back. That group of players helped to win sectional titles in both volleyball and softball last year. They’ve learned how to win. Like the girl I wrote about above, the entire team looks like they spent a lot of time in the gym over the summer. These girls all have shoulders and arms now. And they also all think they’re ballers. Rather than run any kind of offense, they all pretty much put their heads down and barrel towards the basket. I love their confidence, misplaced as though it may be.

Some Notes

It’s hoops season, bitches.

One more week of half-assed posting while I write my “novel.” 40,000 words down; 10,000 to go.

I hit a couple games in the county girls tournament last week. One was a blowout, as expected. It was 10-0 after a minute and never got closer. The other looked like a great match-up on paper. It was a dud. Both teams played like ass. The team that won has a lot of talent, but just play ugly. Their best player, who is a D1 recruit, fouls all the time. They have a couple good guards, another player who is above average at four spots on the court, and a couple shooters. But for some reason they can not run an attractive offense and are forced to win ugly. They ended up winning the tournament in another ugly game. I cover them again this week, and they play a team that was very good last year but lost a ton of talent. I feel an ugly loss coming on.

Speaking of Brandon Rush, I’ve actually watched a few minutes of Pacers basketball this year. It’s still hard to watch them, but the Darren Collison acquisition last summer was the first reasonable move they’ve made in years. It’s not enough to make them good, but at least it’s generated a little interest. My man Brandon got the year started off right with a five game suspension, earned for flunking a drug test three times. THREE TIMES. No one ever accused Brandon of being the smartest guy in the world, but once you get caught twice, don’t you put the weed down until the off-season? Not the best way to start off your make-or-break year in the league. Fortunately, he’s come out playing solid ball so far, and the Pacers even picked up his option for next year. I still contend he should focus on being a lock-down defender who can hit the open three. I just think he’s miscast as a scorer at this level. It’s just not his personality.

The big news of the weekend, at least from my perspective, was the NCAA finally offering a verdict on Josh Selby’s eligibility at KU. He has to sit out nine games and pay some money to charity for some “extra benefits,” but the dude gets to play. KU is going to be very good whether Selby was eligible or not. Not many teams are going to be able to guard the Morris twins, Tyshawn Taylor seems to have his head in the right place, and there are a lot of other pieces to work with. But Selby is a difference maker. The expectations just went up three or four notches, and my stomach began to hurt at the prospect of another Missouri Valley team in our bracket in March.

Oh, and I know every basketball columnist in the country is already working on the “KU deferred to Sherron Collins too much last year and they’re better without him” column. I expect to see them start trickling out in early January. There’s truth to that, but it ignores the fact KU would not have been 32-2 and the #1 overall seed going into the tournament without him.

A bad weekend for football. KU hung around long enough to get me stuck to the couch Saturday before the inevitable ass kicking began. Not looking forward to this weekend’s game. That seems like perfect Christmas tree putting up time to me. Colts go down at New England. I gave up when they went down by 17. I took the trash out and marveled that it was 65 at almost 7:00 on a late November night. I came in, did some things, and checked the score. Down three, with the ball, driving. As soon as I began paying attention, another pick for Peyton. I still don’t think the Colts are going deep in the playoffs – and with the AFC South falling apart I don’t think the Colts miss the postseason – but that performance should give the team some hope. If they can just get healthy and stay healthy for a couple weeks, they could win a game or two in the playoffs. And I watched my first Arsenal game of the year Saturday. Predictably, with a chance to go top of the table, they blew a 2-0 home lead to their bitter North London rivals and lost.

A quick baseball note: rumors are flying about the Royals listening to offers for Zach Greinke. If the offer is right, I say take it. One floated today had the Rangers sending a bushelful of players to KC for Zach. If there’s any truth to the offer, Dayton Moore should jump all over it. Greinke’s value is at its peak and the Royals aren’t going to contend in 2011. But getting the kind of prospects who will be ready in a year or two, and join the flood of young players nearly ready for the bigs, could be the final step in finally turning the Royals around. Which means it won’t happen.

What I Watched

Even without a Colts game to suck up time, it was a solid sports weekend.

I covered an opening round football playoff game Friday. It was a blowout, but the coach I spoke with seems like a good guy and is struggling to turn around his alma mater. It was interesting to listen in as he spoke to his team for nearly 20 minutes on the field after the game, laying out a plan for the offseason.

I walked back to the car, wrote my story while listening to the post-game show of a game up the road (I was way the hell out again, about 20 minutes from Cincinnati), filed my story and stats, and headed home. I flipped over to the state-wide scores show and about ran off I-74 when I heard the #1 5A team in the state, which seemed to be head-and-shoulders above the rest of the state, got upset. Another top five 5A team lost, too. And a third dangerous 5A team from Indy got knocked off. Chaos in the opening round!

Our local 11, by the way, are ranked #2 in 5A, losing only to the former #1 team. They have a very difficult sectional, facing a 9-1 team this week and if they win that, likely a 10-1 team for the sectional championship. If they can get through the sectional, though, the schools that have beat them in three of the last four state title games are gone. Getting to a fifth-straight championship game would be a heck of an accomplishment. If they can do that, they would be the favorites to win their second title in four years. I hope I didn’t just jinx them.

I spent Saturday afternoon the way I’ve spent much of the fall: watching Auburn’s Cam Newton go nuts. I don’t have strong feelings for Auburn, good or bad. Newton is turning me into a fan, though, and each Saturday morning I check the TV listings to see if the Auburn game is on. That guy is amazing.

Saturday night I watched the Giants-Phillies game from start-to-finish. That was some fantastic baseball. Clutch hitting, great pitching, some questionable moves and calls. It had everything you could want from playoff baseball. As an added bonus, we now get to watch a World Series without the Yankees, Red Sox, or Phillies. I’m sure Fox will still find an angle to over-hype, but at least it should be restrained compared to most years.

I did watch some of the KU game along the way, but it was brutal as expected. That long Turner Gill post is getting longer. I’ll have to post it before it becomes unreadable.

The Have Nots

I’ve mentioned poor EHS several times when sharing my sports reporting exploits. They are the team that had A) a seven-year losing streak and B) have won only five games in the past decade. It was my week to draw the short straw1 and for the first time, I headed down to cover one of their games.

It promised to be a long night. The previous week they played, and beat, the only school they’ve defeated in the past ten years.2 No matter who they were playing this week, the odds were stacked against them.

It went as expected. EHS was able to burn some clock on offense, but never really threatened and their opponents put the game away early.

There was something unusual about the game, though. Or, more specifically, about how I had to cover it. Last summer EHS planned on building a new press box. They accepted bids, chose a contractor, and set a date to begin construction. In anticipation of that, they tore down the old press box and had the appropriate materials ordered and delivered.

On the day construction was set to begin, no contractors showed up. Calls were placed, promises made, and it was expected construction would kick off soon.

That never happened.

So now they have a football stadium without a press box. I sat in the stands with the rest of the crowd, juggling my paperwork and trying to keep track of everything in the semi-dark. Add in the severe drought that’s gripped central Indiana for months, and it was near impossible to see yard markers. The field was mostly dust, and once play moved inside the 20s, neither I nor the scoreboard operator had a clear view of where the ball was spotted.

This isn’t some poor me post, complaining about not having posh accommodations to track a high school football game. Rather it’s just another sign about how difficult the situation is for EHS football. The school won three sectional championships in winter and spring sports last year. Their rosters are growing, giving coaches a chance to run real practices and develop young talent. But in football, things remain tough.


  1. Or, as I prefer to think of it, it was the most difficult assignment of the week and my editor chose me to tackle it. 
  2. That’s right, they’re five-for-the-last-decade and all five wins are against the same school. Despite that, they still have a losing record against that team. 

Friday Nights

I’ve been busy working so far this fall, if you call getting out once a week busy. So if you’re interested in what I’ve been doing, plunge in for some navel-gazing.

I’ve covered four football games, a county championship tennis match, and am set to cover both tennis and football again this week.

Three of the four weeks I’ve covered football, I’ve followed the same team, WHS. They were expected to be quite good this year, but the first two games I saw they lost. One was a beat-down that was over early. The other was a heart-breaker in which they made some big plays late to take a lead, then lost in the final minute. Fortunately the coach is a bit of a talker so I had lots of his words to build my stories around.

I covered the same team again this past weekend, this time against a big county rival in a game played at Lucas Oil Stadium. It was my second game in Lucas, but it was still super-cool to be sitting in the same pressbox that, a week earlier, the New York media had assembled in to watch the Colts blast the Giants.

This time, WHS won easily. I was responsible for covering both teams, though, so after talking to the happy WHS coach, I had to go interview the losing coach, who lost his best player for the game on the opening kickoff.

Generally when we cover Saturday games, the stories are more about the state of the team(s) than the game itself. On Fridays I try to crank out 450-500 words that give the readers a feel of what happened, what the key plays were, and which players had big nights. On Saturdays, I condense what happened in the game to a paragraph or two, then try to put the game in context.

In this case, there are three weeks left in the regular season, and WHS has now won three-in-a-row. So I wrote about how they were still in position to win their conference, how they were becoming a team that could be a tough match-up in sectionals, etc. I’ve done that before, but it was much easier this time, having seen them play twice before and the coach knowing me. It’s egotistical and dumb, but I do get a kick out of a coach I’ve interviewed before giving other reporters a few courtesy comments, then greeting me warmly and going into a longer interview.

Another bonus for covering a game played at Lucas is there are official stats handed out each quarter. So rather than do my usual frantic collecting of play-by-play details, I could sit back and watch the game. I spent the first half in the pressbox, and went down on the field for the second half. The roof and the north end wall was open, so a nice breeze was blwoing through. Despite being (mostly) inside, it was a great day for football.

So that was fun. It was a four-game event, and after I completed my interviews I stuck around to watch the night-cap, a big Catholic game between my wife’s high school, CHS, and their traditional rival. The rival has fallen off a lot over the past few years, and S’s alma mater is very good, so it was a pounding. CHS scored 21 quick points and I called it a night. In the 10-15 minutes it took me to walk to my car, CHS scored another 14 points. It ended up being 41-0 at the half, and 41-10 at the end. We cover the team that lost, and I was very glad I didn’t have to stick around to interview their coach.

The one week I didn’t cover WHS, I covered a 3A school, IHS, that is also quite good. They pounded their opponent behind a number of big plays. That was an easy story to write, as well. I will be covering them again this week as they travel to face a conference opponent. This foe isn’t very good, but it’s always tough to win on the road. IHS is 5-1 and they face two more teams that are currently 5-1 before sectionals. This is an important week for them.

I’ve not been to the smallest school we cover, the team that’s won one game in the past seven years, but IHS’ field and press box we the smallest I’ve been to so far. The press box literally swayed as fans filed to their seats before the game and at halftime. It doesn’t inspire a great deal of confidence.

The most interesting thing about that game was how the opposing team had a broadcast team in the press box. There aren’t a whole lot of small schools that broadcast road games, but technology has made it much easier to do so. The broadcast team was a man and his wife. The man handled all the on-air responsibilities, with his wife serving as his producer. He had a simple USB microphone jacked into a 10″ netbook that was, in turn, tethered to his wife’s Blackberry. That obviously piped their signal back to a radio station somewhere which relayed the signal out to the county. But I couldn’t help but sit there and think about the pirate radio possibilities for simply shooting a radio station’s signal out of a laptop.

This is the first year I’ve covered football weekly. In the past I only did a game or two as the paper needed me. But this year I’ve jumped up to the regular rotation. I think that shows in my stories. As I did last year with basketball, I think I finally have my in-game stats system down so I can do it without thinking. That gives me more time to get a feel for what’s going on on the field, think about how to build my story, etc. Thus, when the game is over, I just sit down and write. The first two weeks, I had my stories in 45 and 30 minutes before deadline. Week three took a bit longer, because it was homecoming and featured two passing teams that stopped the clock a lot, but my story was still in at 10:20. To put that in perspective, the first two times I did Friday night games, I got my stories filed in the last five minutes before deadline. I think I’m both a better and more efficient writer this season.

So that’s football. The other fall sports are beginning to wrap up their seasons. Tennis sectionals start this week. I’m slated to cover a first-round match on Wednesday. Soccer will hit their playoffs in two weeks. Since I’m working most Fridays, I don’t know that I’ll cover as much soccer as I did the last two seasons. But I imagine I’ll get out and see a game or two, depending on how deep the county teams make it in the playoffs.

Local Hoops Update

A quick update on local basketball.

First off, EHS fell one game short of taking their first regional title in 59 years. They won their Saturday morning contest in overtime,* their third straight one-point win, but dropped the championship game by 12 points. Still, a great year for a school that hadn’t had a winning record in ten years. They return almost their entire team, so I’m looking forward to following them again next year.

Regionals are single-day events. Four teams play semi finals in the morning/early afternoon, then the winners return for the championship game that evening. Believe it or not, I was not a big basketball fan growing up. Baseball was always my favorite sport to play and I just played basketball to do something in the winter. But I always liked single day tournaments. I remember once we had to play four games in a day. Love the fact Indiana still uses the single-day format for two rounds of the state playoffs.*

Returning to last week’s game, as I mentioned in my account there was a racial element to the wild finish to the sectional championship game. The losers, IHS, petitioned the state high school athletics association to move them to a different sectional next year. They claimed their players were subjected to racial taunts by the EHS crowd on Saturday. The official responsible for setting sectional match ups quickly shot the request down, noting that the IHS players instigated whatever interactions there were with the crowd and that they made no complaints about racial comments during the game.

I don’t know what was and was not said. The key encounter took place across the court from me in a very loud gym. I would not be surprised if someone in the crowd said something inappropriate. But, the IHS players never reacted as if they had heard any of the magic words from the crowd. They were far more upset with the referees than the crowd. It was only after the final technical foul that people on the bench began pointing at the crowd. The players on the court never grabbed the officials and pointed out people in the stands. Not that that means nothing was said; it just seems to me that if magic bombs were dropped, there would have been an immediate and obvious reaction from the players.

Also, and this means nothing at all, there were exactly two African Americans in the EHS crowd, and both were sitting in the area where the confrontation took place. Seems unlikely that any of the other fans would be dropping racial bombs with black folks sitting right next to them. Then again, maybe it was the black EHS fans who were heckling the IHS players. That would be ironic.

Whatever, it will make for an interesting rematch next year of the two teams meet in sectionals again.

 

Reporter’s Notebook, The Perfect Game

In recent weeks I’ve covered the state swimming and diving finals, a sectional gymnastics meet,* and a few hoops game here and there. Saturday night, though, I may have covered the perfect game. Save this one for lunch or a coffee break; it will take a while to get through.

(Awful. I forgot from last year how tedious gymnastics meets are because of all the dead time between rotations. For some reason things were exceptionally slow Friday night. There was still a girl on the balance beam at 10:00 pm. The official results were handed to us poor press schleps at 10:25, which gave me less than 20 minutes to put something together. Not great for the girls who worked hard to advance to regionals but got no coverage in the paper because I had no time to fight the crowds and interview them.)

Saturday night I traveled down to my old favorite, EHS, to watch the boys team try to win their first sectional title in 37 years. The boys team is actually pretty solid this year, winning seven-straight coming into the sectional final. Friday night, they came from 14 down in the second half of their semifinal to win on a free throw with two seconds left.

I arrived at the school about 45 minutes early, figuring there would be a slightly bigger crowd than normal. I was surprised at how big the crowd was. I parked a couple blocks from the school and on my walk it seemed like the whole town was strolling with me. When I walked up to the school, there was a line around the gym. Now this was the Indiana high school basketball experience I had long heard about.

EHS was playing the #11 team in class 1A, IHS, a school from Indianapolis. At first glance this seemed to be the classic clash of cultures that the all comers tournament was famous for. IHS had an almost entirely black roster. EHS was all white. Despite the similarities in enrollment, it was easy to imagine this was Milan vs. Muncie Central or Crispus Attucks.

By the time the game started, the gym was almost completely packed. The home students were loud. There was a fantastic energy in the air.

EHS began the game in a 2-3 zone, and at first IHS was content to shoot over it. That worked out ok, as they hit 4-9 threes in the first quarter to take a two-point lead into the second quarter.

In the second, IHS began attacking the zone and got open jumpers from the free throw line and then passes to cutters along the baseline. But EHS hung in there, took care of the ball, and were down by only six at the half.

Early in the third period, IHS began to pull away. The lead was up to 10 a minute into the quarter. EHS got stingy on defense, converted on offense, and slowly chipped away at the lead. With 2:00 remaining, an IHS player was T’ed up for arguing with an official. EHS hit both free throws and got a turn-around jumper from their center on the following possession. The teams went to the fourth quarter separated by just two points.

Surprisingly, EHS came out of their zone in the fourth. For some reason, instead of exploiting their quickness advantage, IHS began turning the ball over. They had five turnovers through the first three quarters. They turned it over five times in the fourth quarter alone.

With four minutes left, IHS got called for their seventh foul of the half and EHS began shooting free throws. Over the next four minutes, EHS scored 13 straight points from the line, missing only two along the way. They took their first lead of the game with 3:00 to play. Over that final stretch, the teams were either tied or exchanged the lead seven times. At one point, the EHS center took a feed, spun towards the basket, put it in and was fouled. When the referee ruled that the foul was on the ground, a fan near the play threw his hat onto the floor. He was ejected and that was a sign of things to come.

EHS got the lead up to four at one point, but IHS stormed back and took the lead on a three pointer with under a minute to play.

On the next possession, EHS missed a shot, the rebound went long, IHS gathered it and sent a long outlet pass to a guard who had a clear path to the basket. An EHS player fouled him to prevent the layup. When the official who blew the whistle crossed his arms, indicating an intentional foul, the gym went crazy. The EHS coach had to be restrained from going after the ref. His assistant nearly got T’ed up a moment later. Boos rained down on the court. The IHS player who had been T’ed up earlier marched around the court with his fingers pulling on his jersey displaying his school’s name to the fans. I was screened from the foul, but after the game our photographer told me he thought it was a poor call, as the EHS player had made an attempt to get the ball. Whatever, damage done. A one point lead, two shots and the ball with 30 seconds to play. Things looked bleak for EHS.

The IHS player clanked the first free throw. The crowd went crazy. I saw movement at center court and noticed the player who had taunting the crowd had crossed the midcourt line and was again pulling on his jersey, saying something to the home fans. I heard a whistle and looked to see a referee pointing at that player and signaling a technical. Hysteria in the gym as the crowd realized what was going on. Neither the IHS player nor his coaches understood what had happened at first. When they did, their coach went insane. His assistants and players had to force him back to the bench at least twice. Their athletic director was pointing at fans in the crowd as if they had prompted his player’s actions. The small group of IHS fans were ballistic, screaming at the refs. One had to be restrained from going on the court. Finally the offending player realized he was being ejected for being T’ed twice. Terrific drama!

The referees finally got things under control and IHS shot their second free throw, hitting this one, to take a two-point lead. Now it was EHS’ turn. Their point guard hit one of two, his miss kept him from being a perfect 10-10 from the line, to cut it back to one. I never heard what the ruling was, but either the technical overruled the intentional foul, or it was a jump ball and EHS had the possession arrow, but it was they who took possession rather than IHS. Hope.

They got the ball in, looked inside, but couldn’t get a good look for their center. The ball swung to a forward in the corner. He got a step on his defender, drove the baseline, and put up a floater from about five feet. It was long, but an EHS player was there to tip it. His tip rimmed out and both he and the EHS center battled for the rebound. For a moment, it looked like they might knock the ball out of bounds and lose possession. But the center, who is 6’8”, grabbed it and put up a soft jumper that splashed through the net with 4.2 seconds to play.

Hysteria in the gym! It had been a loud fourth quarter already, but this was the proverbial play that blew the roof off the building.

IHS still had a chance, though. They got the ball in, drove all the way down court and put up a contested shot from about 16 feet. It was swatted away, the buzzer sounded, and the EHS players and crowd went crazy. Meanwhile the IHS coach screamed at the referees and then at the EHS athletic director. I have no idea what happened on the far sideline before the second technical, but the IHS staff was convinced that someone in the crowd had done something.

The teams shook hands, EHS accepted their championship trophy, and then the crowd rushed the floor. I waited a few minutes before I made my way down. It was a great scene. I found our photographer on the floor and we stood at the edge taking it all in. Players were crying, hugging, and smiling in joy. Their friends and family were hugging them and slapping them on their backs. As the trophy was passed from player-to-player, family members snapped pictures. When I finally decided to start talking to players, they all seemed in shock. Each said it was “great” and “awesome” and “amazing.” The coach, who is fairly young, was beside himself in pride.

When I left, roughly 30 minutes after the final buzzer, the floor was still jammed with people milling about, extending the moment, and there was still one net that needed to be clipped.

Before I left home that afternoon I joked with S. that this was one of the most important nights in the town’s history and I was the one who got to record it for history. To be honest, though, I was a little nervous before the game. This was a big deal. The school had gone over a decade without winning a sectional in any sport before their softball team won one last spring. The volleyball team won one in the fall. Things were getting better, but remember that this is the school that has also won a single football game in seven years. Those sectional titles were nice, but for the boys basketball team to win one was a moment that truly will go down in the town’s history. The 2010 team will join three others in school history that have made it out of sectionals. I was more nervous for the kids than myself. If they won, the story would write itself. Fortunately, they came through. I’m honored that I was there to record it.

It was a fantastic night. There was some discomfort because of the racial angle of some of the late game controversy. All three referees were white. I have no idea where they were from, and they could easily have been from Indy and be more familiar with IHS than EHS. IHS was called for 11 more fouls than EHS. I think EHS got away with a little more, but the IHS players were hacks and most of the calls were deserved, from my perspective.

Still, I think most of the drama was more about the stakes of the game than the race of the players. Or at least I hope that’s the case.

The girls sectional game I did last month that went down to the final shot was a great game. I think this beat that, though, as the most entertaining and exciting game I’ve ever covered.

 

A Few Reporter’s Notebook Extras

It’s been a busy week. I covered games last Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday and then another on Tuesday night. I already wrote about. Thursday was an uninspiring boys game. Friday, another girls sectional game, this time featuring much maligned EHS, the school that almost never wins.*

(At least when I’m around.)

Before Friday, three of the six girls teams from the county had already lost. The other three were all playing Friday night. My game was a late game, and the early game went to overtime. So, in the break between the third and fourth quarters, we learned that the other two county teams had lost that night. If EHS could somehow pull out a win, they’d be queens of the county, at least as far as sectionals were concerned.

I don’t know if the girls heard the scores in the huddle, but they acted like it. They already had a seven point lead. Their best player scored four quick points. All of a sudden my girls were up 11. I don’t know who was more excited, them or me. Perhaps them, because they proceeded to go scoreless the rest of the game. Their opponents quickly scored nine points in two minutes. Things were not looking good. My palms were sweaty and my stomach hurt. How on earth was I going to ask their coach and players about blowing a lead like this to end their season?

Fortunately, EHS dug in, played some defense, burned off nearly two minutes on their two offensive possessions, and were the beneficiaries of four missed free throws. They won by two. There were no points scored in the last three minutes of the game. This was not time capsule stuff. But they got the win, and everyone was happy.

Alas, they lost the next night.

Their sectional was way out in the boonies, the most remote school I’ve traveled to so far. I drove 45 minutes southeast of Indy to a small town, and then another 20 minutes into the sticks. I was driving on county roads that had barely been touched by plows during the week’s snow. On the way home, I saw no cars in the 20 minutes it took me to get back to town. I was <em>out</em> there.

I share that because Tuesday night I traveled to a school on the south side of Indianapolis. It’s in the old suburbs, an area that was probably nice 30 years ago. So not urban but not rural. Posted at each entrance to the school’s athletic parking lot were large signs that read “No ponies, horses, minibikes or motor scooters allowed on school property.” Ponies?!?! Horses!?!? I would have expected to see a sign like that were I went on Friday, but not in the city. WTF, as the kids say.

As for the game, the team I was covering had won five games so far this season. The hosts had won one game. Naturally the hosts won easily. Curses.

 

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