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SPORTS & OUTDOORS I Viking stickers explode for 8-0 win over Laurel Moore scores four goals in Cape romp By Susan Frederick Eight was enough for the Cape Henlopen field hockey Offense on Wednesday afternoon, Sept. 22. Coach Mike Eisenhour's attack- minded Vikings exploded for an 8-0 blitz over the Laurel Bulldogs to bring Cape to a 1-1-1 early sea- son record. "I can't remember when we've scored that many goals in a game," said Eisenhour moments after the final whistle. "We've been squawking-at them not to hold the ball, just one touch and pass. I'm very happy with the re- sults." Eisenhour credited offensive coach Ruth Skoglund Sponaugle with the day's scoring blitz. "Ruth did one hell of a job get- ting these girls ready for today." Senior Jodi Moore led the Viking assault with four goals on the day, and the fleet-footed wing got out of the blocks fast, finding the net at the 24:17 mark in the first period after Cape had pres- sured the Laurel goalie for the first five minutes of play. Team- mate Amanda Hopkins fired one home from the top of the circle less than a minute later. "It ain't over 'til it's over" is a sports proverb that cautions teams with big leads and inspires teams on the far side of a lopsided score. But sometimes, it's over before it's over. On Wednesday, it was over after the second goal. Hopkins' screaming shot launched the Vikings into the zone and the Bulldogs out of chances. For the next 23 minutes of play, Laurel could not push past Cape's 40 yard line as Eisenhour's pla- toon of talented midfielders, led by team captains Lucy Short and Jordan Schaefer, stymied the Lau- rel front line. Cape would score four more in the first half, with Moore contributing two and Melissa Massey and Katie Levy each adding one. Moore and Hopkins combined again for the one-two punch mid- way through the second half. Right wing Maren Ford whipped a perfect pass to Moore, who con- Continued on page 85 Bob Bowden photo Cape's Jodi Moore, right, fires a shot past Laurel defenders for the Vikings' fourth goal in an 8-0 romp over the Bulldogs on Wednesday, Sept. 22. Maren Ford got the assist on the goal. Cape improved its overall record to 1-1-1 on the season. Jello shooter':s, Jumbotrtms, tailgate parties all in a day's work JELLO SHOOTER - "They call me mellow Jello! Quite right- ly." Tailgating before profession- al football games brings out pub- lic drunkenness in the best of peo- ple. I've never" seen an Orange Shasta party where football cra- zies are baking in the middle of a hot parking lot, whooping .and hollering like banshees on the Baltic. Not that soda isn't tasty, fruity and fun, but it doesn't gen- erate much excitement unless you're hypoglycemic. But be- cause I'm a working journalist with a high degree of profession- alism, I can't participate in such unruly pregame behavior. But I must get to the party parking lots early to beat the traffic and soak up the atmosphere along with a soggy Wawa traveling Italian. I, of course, meant Italian sub, al- though Tom Cappazolli, a native of Pittsburgh by way of the boot of Italy, was my companion in journalism for the long day's jour- ney into the night for last Sun- day's (Sept. 19) Ravens/Steelers game. "Cappy" made friends with a pair of strangers from Dewey Beach who opened up a fish cool- er revealing multi-layers across a kaleidoscope of colors of frozen PEOPLE IN SPORTS Dave Frederick Jello shooters. "Nice presentation, dude," I said in complimentary fashion. "Help yourself to six or seven" was the offer I refused, not want- ing to be the "drunk guy" on the NFL post game show. I did slurp one, but only because my throat was parched from too much yelling while trying to scalp my press pass. WE ON THE JUMBOTRON! , Midway through the fourth quar- ter last Sunday, with Pittsburgh driving into Ravens' territory, I stood along the sidelines hoping to get a "clean shot" (photo) of coach Bill Cowher. I was sur- prised to see Cowher with his back to the action on the field watching the game on the "Giant Jumbotron." I know that writing giant before jumbo is as redun- dant as teeny before weenie, but let's leave my camera lens out of this. "Coach" was watching the game on the big screen to get a better perspective. And when the scoreboard showed highlights and scores with plays from around the league, all the players on the bench were watching the score- board in the sky. And when the ref took time out to stick his head inside the curtain of the on-field replay camera, all the sideline photographers from USA Today to Sports Illustrated gathered around him because they wanted to be on the Jumbotron, too. I stepped in front of a USA Today photographer late in the fourth quarter just as he snapped "The Shot" of the game with his $10,000 segmented extender lens with Viagra motor drive. -The guy was upset and dropped the "Big F" on me - and I don't mean Fred- man. "You're going to look funny with a Nikon dunce cap growing out of your skull," I snapped. "Don't you be dropping no F on my double X size eight head self!" FATHERS IN ARMS - I said it before and rll say it again. When parents go bad, fathers of girl ath- letes are the worst. Last Saturday, Sept. 18, when "brunch time" be- came "crunch time" during a well- played field hockey game be- tween Cape and Caesar Rodney which ended in an overtime tie, certain sideline fathers were just "going off!" Now you tell me what grown man knows anything about intensity with a hockey stick while wearing a skirt? "intensity! Intensity! C'mon! C'mon !" "Hey, dad! Buy me a car! Pay for college! But please, let me run my own game!" The game was actually stopped by a male official named Buster who asked coaches Debbie Windett and Mike Eisenhour to walk across the field and speak to the crowd. If I were coach Eisen- hour, I'd be a field hockey coach who would be really strange, but I'd never speak to the crowd when everybody in the stands knew a CR father and former Dover wrestling coach was the One mak- ing all the noise. When my daughter, Carrie; played for the Orioles in the Lewes Little League she took her position in left field, sat down and started chewing a long piece of grass. "Softball is boring," Carrie Said, giving up on a promising career at an early age. If I had ever yelled "Intensity! Intensity!" at her, she most cer- tainly would have responded, "What is you're major malfunc- tion boy?" "Hey, morn! What is up with dad?" SNIPPETS - Cape graduate Scott Steele, who had such a great freshman season last year as a lacrosse middie for the UMBC Retrievers, may miss his sopho- more year because of a pair of freak injuries. Freak injuries are catastrophic injuries that happen to someone else. Steele suffered a third degree shoulder separation in late summer when he was speared from behind in a lacrosse Continued on page 85