I don't remember what year it was but it had to be around 1950 and it happened during a basketball game in the old Ronceverte armory between Alderson and Ronceverte. They, Ronceverte had just scored and I took an inbound pass and started up the floor when all at once every one stood up and started pointing my way and cheering. Thinking they finally recognized my talents I kept going until the whistle sounded to stop play. I turned around and suddenly realized it wasn't my skill with a basket ball but two women in a cussing, shirt ripping, hair pulling fight that was going on under the basket where we just left. My moment of glory was short lived. I loved to play in that old armory with all of the noise and excitement it brought to me.