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Wednesday, 10 March 2010 |
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Leon Hayes can still get into his Oregon letterman’s jacket.
 Hayes played shortstop for Oregon and was team MVP in 1962.
Hayes was one of the top student/athletes to ever play at Cottage Grove High.
Hayes’ Cottage Grove letterman’s sweater.
Hayes was a key cog as a senior (no. 15) for Steve Belko’s Ducks. Former U of O standout Leon Hayes enjoys the small town life
BY CHRIS COWBROUGH
S-E Sports Editor
It isn’t easy being an Oregon Duck in Washington State Cougar country. But Colville’s personable and irrepressible Leon Hayes manages to pull it off with both grace and aplomb.
Hayes, 70, is a familiar face at Dominion Meadows Golf Course, where he’s still a dogged, worthy competitor who wins more than he loses and puts up with the occasional indignity of the odd Oregon State fan and a derisive crack or two about the state of Oregon basketball these days.
No, it isn’t easy being an Oregon Duck in Northeast Washington.
Golf satisfies a thirst for competition and camaraderie that Hayes still craves 50 years after playing a major roll on the basketball and baseball teams at Oregon.
“I always have loved to compete,” Hayes says. “I still do…I just downplay it a little now. Golf satisfies that urge to compete. I’ve only been playing golf for about 15 years. I got into this a little late. My temperament wouldn’t have let me play golf any earlier.”
Four-sport athlete at CGHS
Hayes, with a wall full of sports memorabilia from his days at Oregon and as a standout four-sport athlete at Cottage Grove High School on a wall behind him, concedes that his passion for competition came with an attendant and occasional Vesuvius temperament.
“I had a temper,” Hayes concedes. “I hated to lose…I really can’t understand people who accept losing.
“The only shame in losing is not giving it everything you’ve got trying to win…don’t leave anything on the table.”
Hayes grew up in the hardscrabble logging community of Cottage Grove, hard by Interstate 5 and a few miles south of Eugene at the southern terminus of the Willamette Valley.
Life wasn’t easy for Hayes, whose outlet growing up was sports—lots of sports. Athletics was an outlet—and a passion. It still is in many ways.
This affable gentleman with the quick smile and quicker quip likely holds the all-time record for varsity letters at Cottage Grove High. For those counting at home, Hayes accumulated 13 varsity letters as a CGH sports star from 1953 to 1957. This man of letters earned four in baseball and three each in football, basketball and track.
These days, not only isn’t that easy, but it’s pretty much impossible. High school athletes aren’t usually allowed to double up in the spring. For the record, Hayes earned his track letters high jumping, when the old Western Roll and sawdust conspired for some hard and scratchy landings.
“Those were some hard landings in those old sawdust pits,” he recalled.
In the spring of 2008, Colville’s First Duck was inducted, with a handful of other former Cottage Grove Lions’ sports standouts, into the school’s first athletic Hall of Fame class.
Lions’ legends
Among the Lions’ legends besides Hayes who were inducted that night were former Oregon track star Dyrol Burleson (American record holder in the mile and 1500 meters; Olympic competitor in 1960 and again in 1964 and three time NCAA champion), arguably the most notable of all the Cottage Grove inductees.
I was in some pretty good company,” Hayes says, reminiscing about his days growing up in Cottage Grove, then a town of about 2,500.
By his own admission, Hayes was a “gym rat” back in the days when a mid-range touch was an offensive staple and the three-point shot was somebody’s idea of a bad joke.
There were hours spent honing that shooting touch in an old barn on the edge of town. The floor was good and the basket had receptive rims.
“But with that basket nailed against the wall, you didn’t drive much,” Hayes said with a grin.
In high school, Hayes, an only child, remembers being a scrawny kid who had something of a chip on his shoulder and that yen for competition. So it goes when you’re the star athlete.
Hayes recalls being listed in the school sports program as 5-10 and 160. That was generous. But there was that athleticism and that eye-hand coordination. He played shortstop and pitched for the baseball team, was the star guard on the basketball team and quarterbacked the Lions’ football team. A late growth spurt wouldn’t hurt him any on the fields and old Mac Court at Oregon.
It wasn’t easy competing against much bigger schools. Back in the 50s, Eugene had one high school. Springfield High was in the league. Ditto for Roseburg to the south and Marshfield High (Coos Bay) on the coast.
“We were always the small school,” Hayes recalled. “I remember that Marshfield had as many kids in their senior class as we had in our school.
“We were the smallest school in the state in the top division.”
All-State in basketball and baseball at Cottage Grove
Hayes earned all-league honors in football, basketball and baseball his senior year in the old Midwestern League. He was also a second team All-State pick in basketball (averaged 22.1 points per game that’s still the school record) and baseball, where he was something of an RBI machine with soft hands and good range.
He remembers a game where he lit it up for 34 points against Eugene High and scored another 32 against Roseburg (14 of 16 from the field) to keep the Indians out of the state tournament.
“I was mostly an outside shooter,” Hayes says. “It was tough to drive when there were two guys on me.”
In another game, he recalls shooting a whopping 27 free throws.
Despite all that high school athletic success, there were no scholarship offers from either Oregon or Oregon State. Cottage Grove born and raised, Hayes admitted to always being an Oregon Duck fan. Walking on at Oregon in both basketball and baseball seemed like the right thing to do, even though he later remembers hearing about a letter of inquiry and invitation from legendary Oregon State basketball coach Slats Gill that he never got, but Gill sent.
But once a Duck—always a Duck. Let’s face it, Leon Hayes wouldn’t have looked good—or comfortable-- in orange and black.
“I’m a Beaver born and bred…and when I die…I’ll be a Beaver dead.”
I don’t think so.
“I was a Duck fan and going up to Eugene, I could bring my laundry home on weekends,” Hayes laughed.
Some things never change. College students are still bringing their laundry home on weekends.
He started on the frosh basketball team at Oregon and was a key reserve on then coach Steve Belko’s successful teams through his junior season.
U of O Hall of Fame inductee
Hayes was part of a 1959-60 U of O basketball team that went 19-10 and went to the Final Eight (precursor to the Elite Eight) in the NCAA Tournament. The Ducks downed sixth-ranked Utah before losing to Pete Newell’s California team that eventually finished second to Ohio State. That team, later inducted en masse into the University of Oregon Hall of Fame, became the first from Oregon to earn an at-large bid to the NCAA Tournament.
That team, with Hayes playing a key role in the backcourt, became one of four Oregon teams to make the NCAA final eight.
There were 25 teams in the NCAA Tournament in 1960, a far cry from the 64 that will make the “March Madness” field on Selection Sunday.
As a senior, Hayes, a starter by then alongside third team All-American Charlie Warren, and the Ducks made it again into the NCAA Tournament field.
He remembers that senior year well. It’s hard to forget when you are able to beat the Beavers of Slats Gill four times in as many meetings.
It was Hayes’ final game against the Beavers at Gill Coliseum in Corvallis that he’ll never forget in a lifetime of memories.
Needing a win in front of a hostile crowd in Corvallis, Hayes dumped in 18 points and the Ducks were dancing once again.
There’s nothing wrong with the retired lumberman’s memory. Hayes still recalls those 18 points like it was yesterday: seven of 11 from the field and no turnovers.
“It was nice too that we were able to keep the Beavers out of the NCAA Tournament,” Hayes mused.
On the baseball field, Hayes was a key member of coach Don Kirsch’s Ducks. Hayes was the team MVP his senior season and led the Ducks in RBIs.
He remembers Kirsch fondly as a “gentleman, a great teacher and great person.
“He was my favorite college coach and a man I really admired. Kirsch and one of my old high school coaches, Chick Ciochetti, were my favorites.
“Chick taught you how to get up. He was stern, but Chick had the ability to make you better, but not make you mad.”
With wife Susan sitting close by, Hayes remembers well all those basketball courts—and the courtship.
Sue Williams was a Cottage Grove girl from a farm family and she and Leon became high school sweethearts. She worked in a bank and Hayes was money in the bank as an outside shooter.
He and Susan were married during Hayes’ sophomore year at Oregon. The union was something of an educational epiphany for Hayes, who may not have been Phi Beta Kappa, but apparently got a whole lot smarter after marrying Susan.
“My GPA went up a full point when I got married,” recalls Leon, who was a rare commodity in college then and now—a two sport athlete.
The couple has been married for 50 years. There are three daughters (Amy, Nancy and Cheryl) and one son (Steve) and seven grandchildren.
Son Steve was a star basketball player at Cottage Grove and later played at Pacific University (Forest Grove).
Retired from Boise
After his Oregon days, Hayes became a teacher (he still substitute teaches in the Colville School District) and coached high school baseball and basketball at Drain (Oregon) High. True to his roots, he later moved into wood products, and worked for Weyerhaeuser in the Willamette Valley, northern California and later in North Carolina for 15 years.
Leon and Susan moved to Washington in 1988. He retired from Boise in 2003.
Hayes has enjoyed the ride, and all those associations and friendships, even though it’s tough to be a Duck around long-suffering Cougars and the odd Husky.
He plays golf and maybe wonders what it would have been like with a three-point line back in the 50s.
But on further review, scratch that.
“Can’t anybody nowadays make a 15-foot shot?” Hayes asks. “The college game is either a three-point shot or a dunk. I don’t watch the NBA or the NFL. There is some great talent, but it’s all about me…me…me. It’s really changed.”
For Hayes the athlete, it was all about competing—and being a good teammate.
“It has always been about athletics—that was my life. It gave me the opportunity to meet a lot of people and make a lot of friends.
“I always worked hard at what I did. I hated to lose and I always wanted to compete. It’s the same in the business world. Life is all about getting knocked down and getting up. Life is a competitive adventure.”
That competitive adventure gets a whole lot better these days if the driver is finding the short grass and those three-foot putts are hitting the bottom of the cup.
But don’t expect any concessions—or gimme putts—if you happen to be a Beavers’ fan. |
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Wednesday, 10 March 2010 |
(Editor’s note: Kettle Falls resident, businessman and photographer Bob Jones is in the midst of another Iditarod journey. Jones, 70, who has been chronicling the “Last Great Race” from his snow machines since 1995, is on the 1,000 mile Iditarod dog sled trail alone again this year. There is no place Jones would rather be than on the unforgiving and treacherous Iditarod Trail from the outskirts of Anchorage to Nome. But with miles of snow-less trail this year, finishing the Iditarod is in jeopardy. Here is his journal--day 1).
Saturday,
March 6, 2010.
Day 1.
Dick (Jones’ son) was at the Grandview at 8 a.m. sharp. What a dump! Lots of fluff by no substance. The first room they gave me was in the middle of four boys tourney basketball teams. Lots of luck on being able to sleep. So they then moved me to a room directly over the Kareoke room. The drums alone almost knocked me out of bed. I went to the desk and a nice kid gave me an apartment next door.
The only problem here was that there was a couple in the adjoining room having a battle royal. First they had their TV on much louder that mine would have been. The difference would have been that mine would have been in MY room. I knocked on the wall and they turned it down to a dull roar. But then they started fighting and screaming and thunking until it seemed all Hell had broken loose.
I laid there until 1:30 a.m. when I finally dialed their room. Mine was 236 and theirs was 234. I pretended to be the front desk clerk and told them that there were reports of loud noises coming from their room. I told them it was 1:30 a.m. and that they needed to quiet things down. This worked…sort of! They still fought and screamed and cried and laughed until I finally got up at 7 a.m. They never did go to sleep all night. But after the phone call, they were a little quieter.
I figured the lack of sleep last night would make me sleep real well at the Skwenta Roadhouse where I had a bunk booked for the night.
Dick and I hit IHop for breakfast and then proceeded to tie up my loose ends. I needed a dash bag and a spare belt. And I needed a long length of light cable in case I needed a little more pulling distance to supplement my rope winch if (when!) I get stuck on the trail. We got all these taken care of pronto and got to Knik Lake at high noon. By 1 p.m. I was all packed up, photos had been taken, and I shook Dick’s hand, thanked him for his help, said goodbye and rode off across the lake.
The day was warm with a heavy cloud cover, some wind, and spitting snow as I hit the real Iditarod Trail in front of the old Knik Museum. I already had plenty of photos of this section of the trail and the weather wasn’t cooperating anyway. That helped me to make some pretty good time. The trail in this area winds up and down and around little hills, muskeg bogs, frozen lakes and tundra as it crosses the Susitna Flats on it way to the Big Su River.
The snow got heavier and the sky got darker as I made my way the 36 miles from Knik to the Big Su. It was fairly early in the day, but the cloud cover caused it to be quite dark.
The snowflakes swirling and filling the air didn’t help much either. Once on the frozen Big Su, the trail got much faster and I was making about 25 miles and hour most of the time. This compared to about 10 miles per hour across the swamps. The trail was poorly marked and very hard to see. It was approaching a real whiteout situation. And the wind was picking up.
The trail runs for about 10 miles upstream on the Big Su to the point where the Yentna River runs into the Su from the north. The Iditarod turns and follows the Yentna. Once on the Yentna, the trail went from decent to damn poor. This river was totally cross-drifted from beginning to end. From the mouth of the Yentna to the Skwentna Roadhouse, the entire river was a disaster. The whole surface of the river consisted of deep moguls and deep cross drifts. Most of these sideways depressions were between four and six feet deep. I could just barely make 10 miles and hour and sometimes had to run at an absolute crawl. I mentally measured the distance between humps and swails and guessed that the average between the highs and the lows to be about six feet apart. The math on this leads to the fact that there were close to 1,000 moguls for each mile! And I had about 45 miles to go to the daily destination. At six-feet apart that would be 45,000 moguls to cross! I cut that number in half to be realistic and came up with somewhere around 25,000 as a minimum figure. The problem was that the whole river channel was the same. There were no areas without the humps.
Last year, this same river was so smooth that it was almost like riding a giant groomed trail. This year the river got even. I stopped to grab something to drink at Yankee Station and the owners told me the river had been tough on travelers and freight haulers all winter. Trail conditions had been the worst in anyone’s memory.
I went as fast as I could go without tearing things up and made the 45 miles in about four hours. I thought that was pretty damn good. I got to the Skewntna Roadhouse right at 8:30 p.m., seven-and-a half-hours from Knik, and the speedometer read exactly 90.0 miles. That gave me an average speed of 12 miles an hour for the trip. Not bad, considering the miserable trail conditions, the fact that the wind was howling on the river, and that the heavy snow resulted in complete blizzard conditions.
The only thing that was good was the temperature. It was 28 degrees at Yankee Station. I rode all day with my coat open, no face protection, and with the wind-proof fleece pants. The bibs stayed rolled up and tied on the machine all day. All in all, it was an interesting day.
The running got easier as it got dark and my headlight replaced the anemic light of the day. The trail was poor, but at least I could see it better. There were more people upstream from the mouth of the Yentna, but from Knik to that point the trail was just empty. I only saw two other guys on snowmachines in that 45 mile stretch. There were about four groups of pike fishermen on the Fish Creek Arm of Flathorn Lake. They had all come in the short way (16-18 miles. I had come about 30) from McKenzie Point. The lake itself was like a huge, flat, snow-covered skating rink. I got up to 60 miles and hour several times. The only problem was that the trail only covers about four or five miles on the lake and the big swamp to the north. This smooth trail was run but brief.
Bonnie at the Roadhouse had a real nice dinner: Lasagna, green beans, bread and a big tossed salad. They serve all the meals “family style,” so there was plenty of food. A great dessert of blueberry cheese cake topped things off. I kidded Bonnie about her picking the blueberries. She had picked them she admitted… out of the freezer at Safeway!
The little gal who served as a tour guide who stayed with her people at the Northwoods Lodge when we stayed there had moved to the Roadhouse. So she had three old couples at the table for dinner.
Of course, everyone wanted to hear some of the disaster tales of my 10 trips to Nome, and also of the three trips that I never made it to Nome for various reasons. Like a burned up machine, a blown up machine, and some trail conditions which made it impossible to get there. I told them I hoped this year would add to the 10 and NOT to the three!
I went out to the machine to grab my shaving kit at 10 p.m. and it was snowing hard. The last time Jim Knight and I were here for a snowfall of about a foot it caused us to have some bad running on the way to Shell Lake. We got “wrecker stuck” about a dozen times. We had a total whiteout, the trail was practically non-existent, and the snow was very soft and very deep. We made it to Shell Lake and tried to get a cabin there. Zoe was full-up and we almost made plans to roll out our beds in the sauna! Finally, after about three hours and a few beers, we made out way back over to the Iditarod Trail. A couple of other snowmobilers had come by and their tracks made things a great deal easier. And the snow depth dropped off considerably immediately north of Shell Lake. We make Puntilla Lake and our cabin at Rainy Pass Lodge late that night but it was far from easy…
The reports, which are few, far between and usually unreliable, say there is about 90 miles of bare ground trail from Rohn to Nikolai right now. Bummer! Dick and I came through that area one year when we had an odometer-read distance of 63 miles with not a speck of snow. Dick totally ruined his snowmobile on that trail, and I rolled my machine down the Post River Hill in the middle of the night and broke my right arm above the elbow. Duct tape and a couple of sticks for a splint got me to the doctor and a cast in Eagle River about a week later. That was a fiasco of grand proportions!
One other year, Jim Knight and I were packed and ready to head north when I heard there was “no snow in the Farewell Burn.” Our 63 miles trip being still fresh in my mind, Jim and I cancelled our trip and never left home. No snow. No trip.
Imagine riding a snowmobile from Kettle Falls to I-90 in Spokane on totally bare ground and the situation becomes a little more understandable. A fan-cooled machine with wheels up front instead of skis might help. Maybe!
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Brandon Riley picks up points.
 Cole Bickle has the advantage in his match.
Takota Ashley finished third for the Mat Rats at Chewelah.
Austin Donogh was a big winner at Chewelah.
Season gets underway for
Colville’s Mat Rats
Colville’s Mat Rats opened their wrestling season in stunning fashion last weekend in Chewelah, where the Mat Cats hosted a tournament that drew 473 wrestlers who were represented by 15 teams. After eight hours of action on the mats, Colville brought home a whopping 36 medals.
“I just love teaching these kids you know, ‘cause it’s all about them in the end, but to bring home 36 medals, wow, that makes me proud as their coach,” said head coach and mentor Randy Anderson. “Nothing is more important than these little guys. I just love ‘em all.”
Also competing on Saturday were teams from Curlew, Selkirk, Deer Park, Loon Lake, Newport, Central Valley (Spokane), Nespelem/Keller, Mead (Spokane), Wilbur, Kettle Falls, Post Falls, Club Spartan (Spokane) and Springdale.
Anderson said he is looking forward to the future of Colville wrestling. It starts with youth wrestling programs like the Mat Rats.
“Colville wrestling is coming back, and in a big way,” Anderson said. “I can’t wait for the next few years, especially with our high school dropping down to 1A (Northeast A League). I think we really have a chance to bring home some state championships with the caliber of wrestlers coming up into the high school program shortly.”
Takoda Morrison is Mat Rat Wrestler of Week
Mat Rat wrestler of the week, sponsored by Willy Ward Trucking, is Takoda Morrison. Morrison was 4-0 on the day Saturday with four pins. Morrison, the six-year-old son of son of Kimo and Nikole Morrison, started wrestling with the Mat Rats when he was two.
He loves to wrestle, but when asked says “my favorite thing to do is shoot turkeys.” Coach Anderson says Morrison “practices hard and learns every day. He deserves every win.”
The Mat Rats will travel to Kettle Falls on Saturday for a match hosted by Kettle Falls Mat Dogs. The Mat Rats will host their own tournament at Colville High School on March 27.
“If you like to watch good wrestling and you live in the area, you should really come out and watch our kids,” Anderson said. “If you can’t make it out this weekend, come see us on March 27 when we host the Compton Memorial tournament at Colville High School. I promise you won’t be disappointed.”
RESULTS
First place—Logun Hydorn, Takoda Morrison, Lane Pierce, Blake Barnett, Chase Berkeley, Austin Donogh, Ryan Bell, Brandon Stinson, Tyler Ward, James Raines and Jack Smith.
Second place—Trey Mapes-Fuller, Kristofer Nussbaum, Joey Allen, Spencer Fox, Bubs Snyder, Brandon Riley, and Taylor Beeman.
Third place—Takota Ashley, Colton Eslick, Dawson Flugel, Hunter Holland, Dominic LaPlante, Tristen Lewis, Brandon Nichols and James Tate.
Fourth place—Jarek Schoassler, Wyatt Gleave, Ben Booth, Cole Bickle, Davon Branum, Caden Allen, Dylen Bacon, Ashlynn Rains, Sam Fox and Justin Dragovich.
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Wednesday, 10 March 2010 |
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Basement Boys standout Trenton Welton works over opponent.
 Slade Braun on the way to a win in Spokane.
Maverick Walker looks for points. BY CHRIS COWBROUGH
S-E Sports Editor
The Colville Basement Boys youth wrestling team turned in a co-championship at last Saturday’s Freestyle tournament at West Valley High School.
The Basement Boys and Big Horn Wrestling Club tied for the championship with 25 points apiece.
Viper Wrestling Club finished third with 22 points and Pig Dog Wrestling Club was fourth with 21 points. Forty teams completed in the tournament, which drew wrestlers and teams from Washington, Idaho, Montana and Oregon.
Basement Boys Trenton Welton and John T. Morrison finished in the top five for number of pins (three).
Basement Boys’ founder and coach Monty Jones was pleased with how well the team has transitioned into freestyle.
“Wow, I guess the kids are getting ready for the freestyle season in a great way,” Jones said.
The next tournament will be back in Spokane at North Central High School on March 20.
Jones said he is pleased with the progress of the Basement Boys’ team—individually and collectively.
“The kids are wrestling real tough,” Jones said. “We are a strong team on our feet. We have a lot of work to do on the mat. We are getting turned too easily and need to do a better job of battling.
“But as a whole, the team is in great shape and doing things well. The trouble with that is that good isn’t good enough to win a state championship. Great wins titles and that’s what we’re shooting for. We have two weeks to fix some things and help these young men out with their own personal goals.”
Former Colville High School wrestling standout Dustin Jones has joined his father and the BB staff for the remainder of the season.
“Dustin will add to the team with his knowledge of wrestling,” Jones said of his son. “We have a great staff and Dustin just adds to that.”
In an earlier match at Deer Park, Ben Knight and Jack Smith both placed second. Knight went 5-1 and Smith was 3-1.
RESULTS FROM SPOKANE
Pee Wee 49-53—Danny DePaulo, 1st.
Intermediate 55-59.5—Ky Adams, 3rd.
Intermediate 65—John T. Morrison, 2nd.
Intermediate 65—Tyler Baun DNP.
Intermediate 70—John Knight, 2nd.
Intermediate 75-79.1—Scout Walker, 1st.
Novice 70—Slade Braun, 3rd.
Novice 75—TJ Baun, 2nd.
Novice 80-83.6—Etehan Newman DNP.
Novice 90—Thailer Morrison DNP.
Novice 95—Gabriel Rogers, 3rd.
Novice 100-108.8—Maverick Walker, 2nd.
Schoolboy/Girl 84-89.7—Alex Linn, DNP.
Schoolboy/Girl 98—Ben Knight, 1st.
Schoolboy/Girl 120—Ryley Smith DNP.
Schoolboy/Girl 128—Josh Hamilton DNP.
Cadet 152—Tanner Smith, 1st.
Cadet 189—Hunter LeCaire, 2nd.
Junior 125—Chad Wise DNP. |
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Wednesday, 10 March 2010 |
Defense is what it’s about at Freeman
BY CHRIS COWBROUGH
S-E Sports Editor
Freeman’s girls came close to a State 1A championship in the Yakima SunDome last season, but got the job done this time around.
The Scotties (25-1) blew out a very good Granger (24-1) team in Saturday night’s Dome finale, 50-32.
Freeman lost a white-knuckler to eventual champion Seattle Christian in last year’s tournament semifinal. A free throw with no time remaining decided that one.
But the Northeast A League and Region 6-7 champions got it done this time around with some suffocating man-to-man defensive pressure that exacted a toll on the opposition during the four-day run last week.
Freeman dominated this tournament like nobody else in recent memory.
Nobody came any closer than 18 points against the Northeast A League kingpin.
The Scotties opened the tournament last Wednesday with a 57-28 rout of Zillah and followed that up in Thursday’s quarterfinals with a 60-37 win over Onalaska. Freeman roared into the finals with a 50-32 smash down of Lynden Christian.
FHS gave an indicator of what Granger was in store for on Saturday when a normally potent Lynden Christian team committed 21 first half turnovers that the veteran Freeman team turned into 22 points.
Game, set match.
In the finale, it was tournament MVP Korina Baker and the rest of the Scotties who did what they have been doing all season—applying some stifling man pressure to an overmatched opponent. Only Lakeside (23-5), who finished seventh after a 47-43 loss on Saturday to Chelan (fourth place), was able to beat the Scotties this season.
As has been the case all season, the Scotties simply play better man defense than anybody else at the girl’s 1A level.
Hand in the face—give them a hand.
Granger had rained down three’s with regularity in dispatching three opponents last week. But with Freeman’s nasty defensive pressure not affording any good looks, the Spartans were 1 of 15 from distance. |
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Congratulations Don Fox! I know I speak on behalf of the
softball girls, you were the best coach we could have asked for. You built a huge
softball empire at KFHS and no will forget that. Thank you for all your hard work
and dedication to the program. I will never forget gut check, chop em, and the slip
and slides in early June. -Katie Lipp On for Cusick, on for Cusick, fight for Black and white,
fight fair and fight fair and fight fight fight.... Oh! my bad! Got caught up....
Anyways Boys! Have a good time down here in Kennewick.. I will be rooting for you
guys in my Backyard..... Proud of all of you Boys.... Good Luck... - Jason Cullooyah GO CUSICK PANTHERS!! Keep it up and
go all the way. - Tony Incashola WoooHooo...JOOOOSIAAAAHHHH! May your big heart,
strong mind and swift feet charge you into battle and emerge Victorious
Always! - Love & Prayers, Auntie Brenda & Uncle Stan
Congrats Zak Brock for your defensive player of the year and
your All Conference.We sure had fun watching you bring the
heat. - Love Dad and Mom
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