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Western Carolinian Volume 16 Number 02 (11)

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  • March 5,1949 THE WESTERN CAROLINIAN Page Five The 1948-49 Catamount Basketball Squad: 1st row, Co-captain Bob McGinn, Co-captain Bob Tate, Burt Lane. Max Collins, Clyde Pressley, Vernon Rhodes. 2nd row: Val White, Don Tomberlin, Joe Fountain, John Gloyne, Robert Williamson, Artis Carter, Joe Hunt, manager. 3rd row: Coach Tuck McConnell, Jim Martin Whitey Scruggs, Jeff Pardue, Ma xRhoades, Buddy Foster, and Charles Underwood, manager. A WEEK'S DIARY OF A BASKETBALL MANAGER by Charles Underwood On the third of February, 1949, Western Carolina's basketball team left the campus for a four game tour. On this tour they played Atlantic Christian College and Eastern Carolina Teachers College. Here are some of the headlights of the trip. Thursday morning, February 3, the team ate chow at 7:30. After we had eaten and had gotten our gear together, we discovered that one of the trunks of the car could not be opened. We piled the suitcases in the back seat of the car ,and drove into Sylva for a bit of a mechanics advice. After the trunk was opened and the horn and windshield wiper repaired, we were ready to continue our journey. Everything went smoothly until we got to Point Lookout. There is where the trouble began. We had to stop at intervals of 2 miles to add water, even though we had the radiator repaired at Valdese. Before we reached Wilson, we were tired of our old Ford and its radiator to which we continually hod to add water. With the help of the Lord, we finally reached our destination. The next important step was to tell Coach McConnell that we had arrived safely. We parked the car near the hotel at which he was staying. He surely was glad to see us. We boys had a treat in store when we came back to the car. Two girls were sitting in our car. They told us that they were waiting for someone to come out of the movies; but since it was raining, they hopped into the first car that was available. They hoped that we did not mind. We laughed and chuckled; of course we did not mind, we rather enjoyed it. It was ten o'clock, and since we had not had anything to eat we invited the girls to have a snack with us. One of them kept saying that Bob Tate was as cute as a "doll." At ACC we stayed in the basement of the gym. There was one light at the far end, and a fan, which blew cold air instead of hot, at the other. The basement was divided into two parts by a row of lockers. There was one row of bunks on one side and nothing on the other side but a bench. Early the next morning before the break of day, we got up for breakfast. Awaking the "crew" was like moving Madison Hall. After pulling them out of bed, and threatening to pour water on them I finally succeeded in my task. After breakfast most of the boys came back, to bed to grab a few more hours of sleep. Around ten o'clock Coach came in and the boys got up and worked for about an hour. When the boys had taken a shower and eaten chow, we loaded into 'both cars and took off to town for a movie. When the movie was over, we explored the town, and adjourned to the gym. The pre-game meal was served at five o'clock; since we had a few hours of leisure, the boys went to sleep. Although the game did not start until eight o'clock, the boys dressed at seven. The game, itself, was more like football than basketball. The fans of Atlantic Christian were the most uncooperative body I have ever seen, and I have seen some bad ones. The next morning I let the boys sleep; at least those who did not want to go to chow. Most of them slept until 10:30. Saturday was like the day before: to the movie, back to the gym, to chow, and into the sack again. There was another football scrimmage. Early the next morning, we packed our apparel for Eastern Carolina. Here we found a large campus with many buildings in- layed with walks and shubbery. Here we stayed at the gym also. Only this time we had more lights. The students were more friendly than they were at A. C. After lunch Sunday, we went to the movies again and back to the gym. It seemed as if everyone was having a big time talking to some girl — except the married men of course. As the evening drew near, we boys were in bed early and asleep before long. . The next morning a few of the boys got up for chow, but most of them slept until classes. Since our beds were under the basketball court, our sleeping was disturbed. After the boys had gotten up, they went into town for coffee. From the cafe, we came back to the gym and watched the girls play basketball until lunch. At lunch all we had to do was to walk through the line and tell the boy what we wanted and we got it. Since we were the guests we got all we could eat, but the students pay for their meals as they get them. That afternoon sleep and the movie dominated our time. Since "So Dear To My Heart" was play ing most of us went to the movie. It was over at four; that gave us time to wash and dress before chow. When the meal was over, the boys had to rest before game time. The game the "big team" played that night will be well remembered. At the half, we were far behind. With eight minutes to go, we were twenty-one points behind. Then the roof fell in on ECTC. While they scored three points, we scored twenty-three. The last two points that won the gave were shot by Joe Fountain. With the score 50-50, Joe stepped across the mid-court line, and looped a two handed shot that knocked the" bottom out of the basket. Eastern took the ball out of bounds and brought it up the court, shot, but missed. One of our "Cats" got the rebound; he dribbled down the court and was fouled. By this time there were only thirty seconds left to play. The ECTc "gold team", called for time out. When the boys came over to the bench, I got up to wipe their faces, but my legs were so weak I could not stand up. After we had shot and missed the foul shot, "a goldy" dribbled the ball down the court. He shot, missed, fouled, and was fouled, but before he shot the horn blew; leaving the score 52-50. There was a lot of talking going on in the dressing room that night. Even the boys, themselves, did not know how they came from so far behind to win. We had chow and talked a while. Then most of the crew went to bed. A few stayed up and played cards for a while. The next morning was bright and sunny. Four of us went to —Continued on page 6
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