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80 - CAPE GAZETTE, Friday, March 24 - March 30, 9.000 SPORTS & OUTDOORS; Hoop season shuts down with all-star game, banquet By Dave Frederick Cape's Darrell Davis ended his high school basketball career with the tournament ball in his hands. "Darrell ended the season on the foul line against Friends be- cause the other 14 guys and the coaches put him there," Cape coach Ed Waples said at the Tues- day night season-ending banquet. "Darrell was there for all the good times from a 20-0 JV season to the Siam Dunk trophy to the Henlopen Conference champi- onship. He is no doubt the best player on this team, our MVP, but most importantly, a player who al- ways represented Cape with his usual quiet class." Davis was given the state tour- nament ball provided to each par- ticipating team by DSSAA and it was signed by all his teammates. He is currently looking towards Wesley College to further his edu- cation. A highlight of the banquet was the reading of a rap poem by An- thony Mann, who impersonated both coaches Alton Scott and Ed Waples in his presentation. Pat Woods was recognized by Waples for the Heart and Hustle award and as the best point guard in Sus- Continued on page 83 Sussex Tech All-Star Brian Polk won the slam dunk contest during the halftime portion of the BlueGold 2000 All-Star game in Newark last Saturday, March 18. At right, Polk be- Dan Cook photos gins his flight to the basket by leaping over Mike Burton, reaches the basket, center, and then jams the ball home, left, in a style that wowed the judges. You can't beat a Heineken and a Death Row Dog CAVEMAN FOOTBALL - You know your life is out of con- trol when you are hiking a live pig between your legs to a quarter- back barking signals. Ever try watching the History Channel at 4 a.m. in the morning? Of course you haven't. Nobody has, unless of course, you forgot the pass- word to Playboy and Spice. I was drinking coffee from a soup mug at 4 a.m. and decided to stay on the History Channel because they were doing the year 1946 in re- view the same day the doctors at Philadelphia's Jefferson Hospital jumped back and exclaimed, "look at the size of the head on that infant! Put some lime in that coconut!" Newsreel footage along with a professional an- nouncer described the action of a real football game played by 22 long-haired and bearded white guys dressed as cavemen and playing the game with a real pig not a pigskin. It was hilarious, all animal cruelty aside. And these guys were flat out whacking each other - running reverses and coun- ters. One can't help but imagine what the pig was thinking. ("Fry PEOPLE IN SPORTS Dave Frederick me a river baby! I'm vacating this ham hockey game!") "Fumble! Fumble!" The pig was live and all 22 cavemen chased him hoping to "bring home the bacon" as the an- nouncer said. The pig made it to the stadium tunnel and was last seen heading north on the Alaskan Highway. "He wanted to get away before they tried a field goal," the an- nouncer said. Ahh, I long for the days when men were men and pigs were freaking pigs! Pass the "PETA" bread! DEATH ROW DOGS - I've spent many a nonproductive af- ternoon during the previous mil- lenium wedged inside the rusted chrome arm rests of a discarded lawn chair sharing creative ideas with the parachute club behind the Lewes Blacksmith Shop. The parachute club was so named by John Ellsworth because you never knew "when they would drop in." In many ways I was an airborne ranger myself. There were dual dials on the back outside wall of the shop each ranging from zero to 10. One was labeled "Drunk Meter" and the other "Fun Meter." When they were both pegged at 8 the ideas would flourish like satire at a school board meeting. Now there's just a Club Soda Me- ter that sits atop an empty yard. And nothing funny happens! Many a great idea was hatched in that back yard of the blacksmith's shop, not the least of which was how to calibrate a mixed drink in- side a scientific flask called a Dennis Forney photo "Death Row Dog' machine. "fleaker." There was the creation of Polar Bears, Punkin' Chunkin', Street Golf, Bridge Day, Shoot a Hole in the Sky Day and the old folks favorite, Friday Hot Lunch. I read a story in USA Today last Monday about a prison program where convicted lifers trained shelter dogs which are then sold to the public. The program is called "Death Row Dogs!" We used to eat Death Row Dogs (back when we had fun) at the blacksmith shop. John rigged a 110-amp fuse along with a switch to throw which heats hot dogs that are stuck on metal hooks. There are all kinds of gears and hex- headed nuts and painted lightning bolts to add to the artistic atmos- phere. A reveler can't beat an iced cold bottle of Heineken and sizzling Death Row Dog on a summer afternoon for relaxation and reality disassociation. And now it's just Fredman walking on a dog day afternoon. Alone with all my friends! ADJUST OR PERISH! - "Like the mechanic said with the wrench full of rust, my spirit is willing I just can't adjust." (Fred's Poet Society.) You know the good thing about watching a perfectionist under pressure? Continued on page 81