Years and years ago, longer than I like to think about, I was
privileged to score 53 points on a cold dark Tuesday night in early February. It
was a night where I had no idea what was coming, but I was an
extremely talented basketball player, like a ballet dancer on the field
of combat. I could jump and move like a cat, but still just a naive
We were playing Lewisburg, at our
gym, which had some real
excellent talent in the Bantons. Sam a senior was a very good outside
shooter and a fine competitor. Jerry was a promising sophomore who
performed inside, plus they were pretty good team overall. That night
they marched into Alderson prepared to put it to us in our small gym.
From the start of the game until I left early in the third quarter
I had the Midas touch. Early in the game Al McLaughlin threw a
beautiful pass to me under the basket and I slammed it in. That was
the beginning, as the game progressed I was shooting from everywhere
and the ball went in. Everything I threw up went in! Sometimes, the enemy
fouled me as I faked and then sprung upward.
One either good or bad
habit I had developed over the years was to play aggressive defense, where I tried to block shots and often was successful!
Unfortunately, that night I fouled out about 3 minutes into the third
quarter. We were ahead 66 to 34 and wound winning 79 to 55. That was
not the best game I ever played but it was the highest scoring game I
ever had, and we won!