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68 - CAPE GAZETTE, Friday, February 25 - March 2, 2000 i ' .... .... t, OUTDOORS Cape claims capitol city by rolling over CR, Dover Cape's Julius Hazzard splits Dover defenders en route to the basket for two points last Tuesday night. Boys hoop team sports 14-6 record By Dave Frederick "This team reacts to weird peo- ple in a strange way," Cape hoop coach Ed Waples said moments after his Vikings had defeated a playground crazy Dover team last Tuesday night, Feb. 22, 56-45 be- hind 24 points from Darrell Davis and 15 from Tim Widdoes. "We are a team that needs big games. We rise and fall to the level of the competition," he added. Last Friday night, Feb. 18, at Caesar Rodney, the Vikings watched impassively as the Rid- ers honored their state champi- onship lacrosse team in a pregame ceremony which includ- ed the introduction of players, a band and the shinning of a spot- light on the championship banner. "I figured they chose our game because of the rivalry," said Dar- rell Davis, a non-lacrosse player. "I just wanted to get on with the game." The Vikings got on with the game all right, blowing the streaking Riders, winners of eight Continued on page 69 Bob Bowden photos Darrell Davis floats to the basket for an easy layup in last Tuesday's victory over Dover. We athletic fat cats can pull our own weight DOUGHNUT DEBT - Last Sunday morning was a typical routine (are there atypical rou- tines?) for my 53-year-old athletic self. I grabbed a 20-ounce WaWa Hazelnut and headed to the Cape Henlopen State Park for a long, long wild dog walk. Growing up outside of Philly, Sunday morn- ings meant German buttercake and chocolate doughnuts chased by lime soda followed by Lebanon bologna and cheese "sandwitches" on poppy seed rolls and Black Cherry Wishniak on the rocks. All this occurred before noon. After walking eight miles last Sunday morning I was afraid I might drop some weight so I stopped at the Lewes Bakery for some flavored macadamia nut coffee. Second Street offers a cer- tain yuppified atmosphere not found at the WaWa coffee counter where rednecks use five sugars and multiple stirrers to dress up the day's house blend special. I was standing in line feeling kinda bloated and grungy as a trendy looking young women in an ex- PEOPLE IN SPORTS Dave Frederick pensive leather jacket gave direc- tions to the "Doughnut Dolly" on which four pastries should be plopped into the white bakery bag. And then she paid for them with a credit card. I mean why does a bakery even offer credit? Charg- ing doughnuts and sticky buns is fiscally irresponsible, not to men- tion frivolous. I then drove to the Beach Deli and paid cash for a large Italian sub with mayonnaise and oil - "you daggone right!" We athletic fat cats can pull our own weight! The only 21 percent I carry is percentage points above my idealized body weight! NICE RACK! - Deedle, Dee- die, Dumpling Yo! I was standing with one shoe off in the Rack Room Shoe Store in the L.L. Bean outlet store last Sunday morning. A nice and very helpful young man was trying to convince me (to the delight of nearby customers) that my foot had grown two sizes since the last time I bought shoes. I was looking for my usual size 13 EE New Balance, and as I stood in one of those foot measurer de- vices my salesman was astound- ed. "Your arch indicates 13 and a half and your toe is beyond the size fourteen line. Really you should be wearing a size 15 or even 15 and a half," he said. I knew if only I had trimmed my big toe nail with a pair of tin snips I'd be back to size 13, but I wasn't about to volunteer that in- formation. But the guy was right. The size 14s fit me like a glove, unfortunately, they were on my feet. Actually I bought a pair of Adidas and a pair of New Balance to supplement my Orthopedic Mother Superior Action Wear Nun Shoes. Being an old athlete is just so much daggone fun! RED NECK EQINOX! - I'm no longer "down" with Jeff Gor- don. Those sunglasses and squeaky voice just "dorkafy" Jeff too much for my liking. I'm glad he blew a rear seal during Sun- day's race and don't think for a minute that I'm going after that joke. The Daytona 500 is the offi- cial redneck beginning of spring, but I don't mean that in a bad way. I don't understand why Winston Cup runs the sport's biggest race the first week of the season. It would be like playing the Super Bowl in September. The Rock- ingham and Dover-type short tracks just don't do it for me. The camera work for Daytona was outstanding. Auto racing has fig- ured out that TV viewers want to feel the sensation of 190 mph. And as comedian George Carlin said, "Where else can I see a 10- car pile up and not be in the darn thing!" Dale Jarrett is certainly a worthy champion. He is a great driver and a sportsman. Beware of women wearing NASCAR shirts and jackets. They will fol- low too close, get up under you and loosen you up before sending you corkscrewing down the speedway. Trust me, I'm not para- noid. They're after me all the time ! SKINNY LEGGED WHITE BOYS! - The Cape Gazette sports pages have become so popular that I now have to be careful how I characterize the opposition. Last spring I referred to the lacrosse team of St. Andrew's as a bunch of skinny-legged white boys who "looked the part." They were evi- dently offended at first, but later adopted the mantra "Skinny- Legged White Boys" as their bat- tle cry. Well, the weekend of Feb. Continued on page 69