Our Boo Ridge prep crew was in a word was Marvelous !!! Photo 📸 Credit to Samantha Lark Smith.

We started around 2 p.m., and we are departing seven minutes ahead of Vickey’s 6:30 pm. cutoff

Ron Cochran has been busy !

Thank you to Ryan McCafferty for stopping by to absorb the work in progress, and we look forward to seeing everyone tomorrow morning. We are always grateful when the local newspaper 📰 covers are Special Olympics events!

Dr Samantha Reed will be the one that I will have the honor of introducing tomorrow when it’s time for our National Anthem to be performed !

The Boss is heading out now, but Bob and I will try to finish up this story !

We have a number of Bob’s, and we call this one, Scary Bob…

Standing next to Vickey Ritchie is about as cool of a place as I’m allowed to stand, and I will be here ready to go in roughly 12 hours !

Today, we had so many people give of their time ⏲️ as has been the case all week long. While I could list everyone that was here today, it would short change those who covered the first six shifts.

Vickey Ritchie is our leader here on The Hill, and Special Olympics Basketball is better for it !

Diamonds 💎 are a Girls Best Friend : Chapter four is all about the 1990s

The logo that is pictured above becomes relevant 10 years earlier as I created a test model for the 2008 Around the Valley in 60 Days promotion. This involved the Northwest League and we will get to that shortly.

Trying to replay events from 30 years ago can be a challenge all to itself. But then you have to go to the next step by dwindling the list down to a handful of topics.

The locations alone would be a story as the path included Jacksonville, Roanoke, Charlotte, St.Louis and the Pacific Northwest for the first time. Once we made the first of our two trips to the Evergreen 🌲 State, we had a solid run in which we finally became house owners for the first time ( Lake Stevens, WA).

Dennis Cerrie joined the circus 🎪 during the brief time in Charlotte and has remained part of the story for 30+ years now. One of the jobs I had in the Queen City was the closing manager at a pizza place near the Coliseum where the Charlotte Hornets played. There were a number of times when we would get a late night phone call from an NBA player who had just arrived, and we were his only food option.

It happened a few times and if it timed out perfectly, I could lock the door to the shop and deliver it myself. I have a number of autographed Domino’s Pizza boxes stashed somewhere.

During the 90s, I did the least amount of writing in my life, but I made up for it by learning more about the marketing aspect of the sports world.

The stories from my time in Aiken, South Carolina make me smile. I started working with USC-Aiken through another Domino’s Pizza franchise, and we started by just bringing our Noid costume out for the college basketball games.

The Noid, with his or hers arms extended, flirted with seven feet tall so the next step was to give a free pizza to anyone who could make a free throw over top of him. I was creating this stuff myself and having a blast.

For the grand finale, I teamed up with a local high school coach, and the two of us stood on opposite ends of the court. We told the athletic director that we were going to shoot 3-pointers non-stop for the entire 10-minute halftime. He just laughed at us because he said nobody could shoot non-stop for 10 minutes, thinking ones arms would fall off.

The offer was that we could give away a free slice of pizza for every point on the scoreboard. I was edged out that night by a score of something like 183 – 168. While my arms remained attached, they did ache for a long time. We had a great post game pizza party, and later on, I would find out that one of the USC-A players had the last name of Walters. A decade later our paths would cross again when I met the legendary Jerry Walters of Central High School.

Have to sneak in a laugh about Roanoke, Virginia, and the seven times in which I moved there. All I wanted to be when I grew up was to be a resident of Roanoke, but it never worked out. For the eighth try, I went with a suburb [ insert laughter about Laurel Fork being a suburban area of the Star City], and this time, we are finishing up our sixth year…

June 2, 1990 :

  Still broke beyond broke and awaiting the birth of my fifth and final child ( Rebecca), I was working for the Roanoke Times and World News. Linda was back in Missouri, and I was in possession of an expiring voucher from Northwest Airlines. I had roughly 36 hours of a window to leave and get back without missing a work shift.

I jumped in my car, drove up to Dulles Airport, and boarded a non-stop flight to SeaTac Airport. I rented an economy car and drove out to Bellevue in hopes of visiting the one person who I knew out there. Sadly, Pat Weston had flown out that morning, so yeah, that happened.

I had just flown 2,758 miles one way and had nothing to show for it. I was taking the red-eye flight back, and I’m not sure what made me think to see if the Seattle Mariners were playing at home that night, but they were ! The crowd that night was 20,014 as the Mariners were still struggling back then, and we were playing the Detroit Tigers.

What are the odds that my very first game in the Kingdome was the first No-No for both Randy Johnson and the Seattle Mariners ?

Later on, the Big Unit would throw a perfect game, but this one was far from that. Still, I had just witnessed my first No-No, and I celebrated by driving my wannabe rental car back to the airport, flying back across country, driving back down to Roanoke and then going straight to work.

That story in itself is borderline goofy, but it is just one-third of the trilogy of Goofy.

We fast forward to April of 1993, and I just moved to Seattle for the very first time. I just got out of work from one of my three jobs, and I bolted down to the Kingdome for what would be my second game ever there. I was a few minutes late leaving, and my boss questioned why still go ? My answer was, you just never know what might happen at a ball field.

April 22, 1993

Yes, you guessed it, Chris Bosio pitched the second No-No in the history of the Seattle Mariners !!!!! 13,604 was the official attendance because we had gotten worse but were close to getting better.

Now, let’s talk about the odds that I had witnessed back 2 back No-Hitters that were separated by over 1,000 days and they were the two times I had ever entered the now-destroyed facility.

I now possess a once in a lifetime experience, but I don’t have a way to share the story with others. That was until the third part took place, and I regret the fact that I don’t know the date right now.

I was doing freelance circulation work for a number of newspapers in the area, and I was delivering papers for USA-Today on Mercer Island. Someone far up the food chain had ordered them to create a test market for home delivery and I suggested using Mercer Island.

KJR ( ESPN-950) was leading the way in Sports Talk Radio back then, and please note that it was still user-friendly back then. Not the version that we have today, where it is all designed to have someone call someone else, stupid.

Mitch and Fish did the morning show, and it ran from 5am to 9am. They had a great ping-pong way to entertain their fans. Just great back and forth between the pair and on this morning, Mitchell arrives to find out that Fish is going to miss the day due to an illness.

Mitch is beside himself and starts talking about needing a co-host for the rest of the show. The next thing I hear him say is, ” The first person who can call in with a great story is going to do the show with me.

I called Mitch, and three minutes later, I had been invited down to the studio. He laughed again about the fact that I had to finish my paper route first. It was a great morning !!!

Bob Bender, Slick Watts, Mark Pope, Ed Pebble, Quinn Snyder, and George Karl are some of the characters still to come here in the 90s!

Diamonds 💎 are a Girls Best Friend : Craig Worrell and how tough it is to be a Homer for three different High School programs at the same time !

While this photo has nothing to do with softball, it captures the heart ❤️ of both Velvet Creed Leonard and Craig Worrell. Craig captured the pic after Velvet set everything up that day.

Craig Worrell and I share a space in the Carroll County High School Hall of Fame in the category of contributions. Craig earned his over decades of providing coverage and photos for CCHS. He is also the son of legendary coach Bill Worrell, who has his name on the ball diamond where our Casey Burcham currently works his magic.

The thing that separated Craig and Allen Worrell and their newspapers is Allen only had one school to provide unconditional love and support for while Craig had three. Galax High and Grayson County High each looked for Craig to be their shining light, non-stop. You want to talk about a tough beat to have….

Craig is still the creator of the oversized team photos that hang at both Cavalier Park and Bill Worrell Field. We crossed paths just last week in the gym during our volleyball match, and seeing him always brings a giant smile to my face.

That week was a very hectic one for Craig and you will see more of his coverage later on but I asked him if he could pen 🖊 one more story that had not been read before and he knocked off the dirt in his cleats, stepped in to the batters box and knocked it out of the park with this one.

was honored when Jerry Carter asked me to recount some memories I have of Carroll County’s 2015 Group 4A state softball championship. I would like to begin by commending Jerry for the immense investment of time, effort, energy and resources he has put into Carroll County athletics. Having a son in the athletic program during his time here at CCHS makes me grateful for his tangible contributions to Cavalier sports. But with the unique perspective of having spent three decades as a sports editor in the Twin Counties, I can say without a doubt that it’s impossible to put a price tag on the investment Jerry has made with his time, be it traveling, writing stories, planning, engaging coaches or players, manning a microphone or the countless other ways he has poured himself into Cavalier sports. It is woefully inadequate, but…Thank you Jerry.

You’re out (finally)

It was definitely one of the best battles I ever witnessed in any sport at any level as a sportswriter. Although the passage of time and the unfolding of subsequent events have most likely combined to dim its importance (and it definitely has been overshadowed by the hullaballoo of what would happen one game later), it was without a doubt one of the three or four most important moments in CCHS sports history. After all, had it turned out differently, who knows how subsequent events would have unfolded?

This moment didn’t come during the state championship game, but its magnitude lies in the fact that Carroll’s first ever title game appearance may not have even happened had this outcome been different.

In the Group 4A state semifinals at Liberty University, Carroll County led Deep Creek 3-2 in the bottom of the seventh inning with two outs and nobody on base. Playing as the home team, the Cavaliers were in the field in the bottom of the seventh and playing for the first state title game appearance in any sport in school history. But with two outs, Deep Creek got back to the top of its order and the Hornets’ leadoff batter beat out a bunt for a base hit (her third bunt single of the day) and stole two bases (her fourth and fifth steals of the day) to put the tying run on third. Deep Creek’s No. 2 batter, Nikki Smith, quickly fell behind 0-2 to Cavalier pitcher Sydney Nester, but Smith fouled off pitch after pitch after pitch, each one ratcheting the tension to another level.

Smith eventually worked her way to a 3-2 full count when finally, on the 14th pitch of the at-bat, Nester coaxed Smith into a comeback grounder to the circle. The Carroll ninth-grader tossed to first baseman and fellow freshman Emily Cook for the final out, and the Cavaliers had at one last earned a spot in the state championship game.

You’re in (finally)

Something I remember from my early sportswriting days is that when visiting the gymnasium Blacksburg’s old high school, It was impossible to not notice the banners. They were smallish, maybe two feet by three feet in size, arranged neatly in rows and columns on a wall on one end of the gym. The most striking thing was that there weren’t any district or region championship banners. Nothing about runner-up efforts. Each banner signified a state championship, and there were dozens of them, as if they were no big deal. 

I remember wondering if Carroll County would ever join that club.

After more than four decades, the Cavaliers finally did. It was like waiting 45 years for that Christmas morning in which you finally got the official Red Ryder carbine-action 200-shot range model air rifle.

It seems kind of odd but a lot of my thoughts about Carroll County’s first state championship in a team sport, one that was earned outdoors and on dirt and synthetic grass, spark memories about a couple of gymnasiums.

I grew up at CCHS, literally and metaphorically. My dad was on the original staff as a teacher and baseball coach when the shiny new county high school opened, and I remember as a 4-year-old kid in the summer of 1969 walking around the gym with only half of the hardwood playing surface having been laid in place. I remember that a faint ambient light was the only thing keeping the gym from being in total darkness. I was afraid to go near where the hardwood of the half-completed surface ended because I didn’t want to fall off of the edge and end up wherever 4-year-olds landed when they fell off of stuff in the dark.

It was dark. And I was only little but I remember the newness of it all. I remember clean, white walls and I had no inkling that it would be more than 45 years before those walls would display a state championship banner that so many other gyms already had.

As a little kid, as a bat boy for my dad’s teams, as an athlete and student there and then as a sportswriter for most of my adult life, I saw thousands of CCHS athletes come and go and I saw some incredibly talented teams come up short in the postseason. As the landscape of the VHSL alignment and postseason setup evolved I wondered if Carroll would ever break through and win a state title. Back in the day when there were just three classifications instead of six, and the region tournaments consisted of just four teams each, I watched those great boys’ basketball teams of the late 70s and early 80s that were plenty good enough to win a title. I played on two baseball teams that were talented enough to win state and there were others baseball teams that were capable of going all the way. I watched the phenomenal girls’ basketball program that had teams solid enough and talented enough to win it all.

Year by year, all of them had that one game that halted their run. It was a game against a team that just played better that night. It was one bad inning. It was one cold night shooting the ball. Whatever the reason, it just didn’t happen.

Until it did.

Girls’ basketball won back-to-back championships in 2022-23, but in 2015, a Carroll state championship was still something to dream of. Throughout that 2015 softball postseason there was this pervasive feeling that Carroll County was going to make it al the way, and in the process become the first team to even make a title game appearance.

Woodgrove High, located in Loudoun County, was in the middle of a nine-year string of state championship game appearances. Carroll County was in the middle of nowhere, according to a Northern Virginia newspaper account. Each team was spearheaded by a freshman phenom pitcher. Camryn Dolby of Woodgrove would eventually sign with Boston College, Sydney Nester of Carroll County inked with N.C. State. Of those two freshmen, only one carried herself as an upperclassman that day. Of those two teams, only one did its homework.

Plenty has been written about the game – a 1-0 Carrol County win in which the game’s only run was scored by a freshman pinch runner, on a pickle play. The pitching was fantastic. The Cavaliers’ defense (zero errors in five region and state tournament games) was flawless. The scouting and preparation by Carroll (and the lack thereof by Woodgrove) was the difference. It made the difference on the success of a trick play the Cavaliers had pulled off in a regional game the week before. It made the difference between a 1-0 win and a game that otherwise could have gone on and on and on.

It made the difference between a gym without a state championship banner and a gym with one.

Craig Worrell is a quiet GIANT of a man, and I treasure getting to know him. I didn’t have the honor of knowing his late father, but if he’s anything like Craig, I am thrilled his name is on our baseball diamond.