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CAPE GAZETTE, Friday, May 1 . May 7, 1998 - 77 SPORTS & OUTDOORS Maull wins Penn Relays jump title Cape jumper's leap sets personal record, bests all competitors By Dave Frederick Kai Maull runs and jumps like a human jackrabbit. Long legs and a slender waist, wrapped tightly around bundles of quick-twitch muscle fibers, give Maull that Dave Frederick photo Bill Cosby congratulated Kai Maull at the Penn Relays. sleek aerodynamic appearance. But it's what's up top that makes Maull the most explosive jumper in the history of Delaware scholastic track and field. Head and heart separate him from those athletes merely blessed with physical talent. Maull is often described by coaches as "a great kid," a trait that sometimes counts for nothing but often is everything when separating the quality within elite competition. "The caliber of competition makes me jump better," Maull said, caressing his Penn Relays gold watch, the first won by a Cape athlete. "I realized that there are people out there with just as much talent as me. At first I was in awe but after I started jumping I just blocked everything else out." Mike Newell wore No. 1 on the runway but the junior from Potomac, Va., who has gone over 25 feet several times this spring, had an off-day and didn't advance to the final round. Neweil is the national record holder in the long jump for freshman, sophomore and junior jumps. He owns a per- sonal best of 25 feet, 10 inches. Guillermo Toledo, a six-foot, 4- inch high flyer from Puerto Rico, Continued on page 78 Angle Moon photo They've been playing soccer and lacrosse together with great success for four years at Cape. They are (l-r) Josh Wyatt, Scott Steele, Derrick Quillen and Bill Lingo. Cape's soccer-lacrosse stars focused on state stick title By Dave Frederick Never in the'history of Cape sports have four friends who are great athletes had such a major impact on two sports. Josh Wyatt, Derrick Quillen, Bill Lingo and Scott Steele have turned winning into a way of life for both the soc- cer and lacrosse programs over the last two years. The soccer team has amassed a two-year record of 27-5-1, with two state tournament appearances. Wyatt, Quillen, Lingo and Steele were primetime players both years. "We did well but should have done better," said Lingo. It's a sentiment echoed by his three teammates. "The difference when playing upstate soccer powers is they have 20 good players while we have to hide people," Steele said. Amazingly three of the four soc- cer players said if they had it to do over again they would play foot- bali. "Not me," said Wyatt. "I started playing soccer because I was too little to play Pop Warner Continued on page 78 What's a downshifting demon doing in 'park'? RIDE AND PARK - The are no uneventful journeys when travel- ing with the Fredman. Long jumper Kai Maull is the latest ath- lete to find out that the legend is a reality. Tim Bamforth and I gave Kai a ride to the Penn Relays last Saturday so coach Ed Waples could leave town later in the morning with the mile-relay team. Because of our press credentials we were able to hang by the long jump pit and take pictures. After Kai's astounding victory against the best in the nation I "hooked up" a photo of Kai with Bill Cosby and then we delivered Kai to coach Waples, who was waiting in the paddock for people without passes. Kai also had about a dozen family members in the crowd. So why was Cape's greatest track ath- lete of all time orphaned to a crowd of 45,000 strangers for the next seven hours while Tim and I sat along press row where we were delivered race results to study and lemon ice to slurp? "Man, I'm so hungry I ain't even hungry any- more," Kai said intercepting us at PEOPLE IN SPORTS 6 p.m. as we exited Franklin Field for the parking garage under the civic center. We of course thought Kai was taken care of and would have left him "illin" in Philly and then he would have missed Fred- man "chokin' the Cherokee" near McDonald's in Smyrna. Tim likes for me to drive his car when we travel together, I think because I represent a father figure to him in the broadest sense of the term. But no one ever flips you his keys fol- lowed by the question, "Are you familiar with driving an automat- ic? .... Go over it one more time please. What do all the letters mean and how do I work that chrome thumb button?" All my cars and trucks are five-speeds. I'm a down-shifting demon and a double-clutching mutha trucker. So as I'm slowing down to 25 mph ready to turn into McDonald's to doubleburger a starving long jumper, I commence to jiggle the gear shift because that's the way we cool five-speeders do it. But for reasons lost to the brain some- where in the middle of a Polish joke, I jam the Jeep into park and I want to tell you it didn't like it one bit and neither did the Expedition on my bumper. "I'm sorry," I screamed, downshifting to drive 1. Tim just saw a transmission-out- of-commission flash before his eyes. But Kai was hysterical. "You are wild Fredman," he laughed as he re-enacted the bone- headed blunder over and over. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Kai joked. "You'd have been sorry if I made that mistake doing 85 on 95," I said. "We would have arrived in Smyrna an hour before our car." MURPHY'S LAW - How would you like to be 78 years old and defending champion in the Penn Relays' 75-and-over 100- meter dash? How would you like to be much younger than 75 and race these guys in front of 45,000 spectators? Take my advice and don't do it! Aging sprinters still run fast for short distances just like old dogs and chinless English- men named Charles. Jim Murphy won the 100 in 14.1 seconds and looked "sweet" doing it. I chal- lenge anyone over 40 to go out to the Cape track and break 14.0 in the 100 without pulling an entire muscle group. BARING MY CATHOLIC SOUL - In 1964 I was playing a basketball game for Bishop Egan High School against LaSalle High School of Philadelphia. Two thou- sand screaming fans were cheer- ing every rebound, jumper and blocked shot. LaSalle had desig- nated an elongated goose-necked Eddie Haskell to cover me all over the court. I burned that sucker for 15 in the first half but he was still getting on my nerves. I snatched the first rebound of the second half and quickly looked for the outlet man. Eddie Haskell and friends slapped at the ball repeatedly while whacking my arms. I waited for a whistle but none was forth- coming. So I calmly dropped the ball and turned and smashed Eddie Haskell dead in his punk face. It was my senior year, and the first game my mother has ever seen me play. (I had never done anything like that before. I was diagnosed with TOD, Testosterone Overload Disorder, and put in a special class.) Both teams charged the court, we had fun for awhile, then the game resumed with me on the bench. There were no newspaper stories or suspensions or meetings with school boards. But God sen- tenced me to life in public high Continued on page 78 c