Just some thoughts:
Forgive me with the basketball related postings. For me the month of November always brings back such times. So you will see some basketball related postings the next few times…
My friend Larry Vandeventer so aptly describes what it once was like to be a Worthington Rambler/ high school basketball player in Indiana.
“My senior year as a Worthington Rambler started auspiciously. On that evening in November 1955 I was the center standing a robust and frightening 6’3″ carrying a burly 185 pounds. I wore 3 at home and 5 on the road. (Footnote–bet every kid that played high school ball never forgot their number–LA)
We played the Coal City team at home in the goalery on West Main street that opened in 1941. We wore our whites trimmed in purple. The Coal City team wore their black. I am aghast as I cannot remember the Coal City Mascot. My wife can’t either.
Yours truly wore them out as their tallest player was likely 5’9″. My hook shot was working like a Singer sewing machine. I hung 16 on them by half and added 10 more the second half. The gym was a rockin’. Nellie Sparks would always sit on the front row, far left side and shriek like a banshee with hemorrhoids riding a Brahma bull in the CBR Rodeo in Cheyenne,WY.
I believe we won six or seven games but the absolute high point of the year was the final game of the season. We went to Linton, the huge school in the county, for our final game and we slaughtered the Miners and I shone like a silver dollar in a mud hole. My scoring average of 15 was the highest on the team. The older I get the better I was. We drew Bloomfield in the sectional and they beat us, what else is new, like a cheap drum.
Those were the days my friend I thought they’s never end but they did and here I am remembering.”
Larry Vandeventer November 1st, 2018
Larry===you are not the only one with boyhood basketball memories…there are hundred’s maybe even thousand’s of us–thanks for sharing
November 6, 2018