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89ei .[ lo),  odm0daai .vsb ,3TTEIXAD [qkD. 08 CAPE GAZETYE, Friday, September 25 - October 1, 1998 - 81 SPO00['S OUTDOORS Cape's attention deficit turns to focused fury After opening fumble, Vikings regain composure in 54-0 mangling of Milford By Dave Frederick c0achBrian Donahue saw a miserable week of practice, flash before his eyes (Future Shock!) on Friday, Sept. 18, as Cape fumbled the opening kickoff against Mil- ford and the Bucs, not accustomed to smiles from the football gods, took possession at the Viking 40, yard line. Tailback up the middleand quarterback optlons gave a large and speedy Milford offense a first down. A pass interference off a bootleg action placed the ball at the 12-yard line. The Buccaneers seemed poised for pay dirt. "I thought if Milford got off ear- ly we could be in a dogfight," Donahue said. "You look at their size and speed on film and they're a little scary. It's not the way I wanted to start the ballgame." Milford quickly moved into the bobble and gobble page of the playbook as a fumble of "misexe- cution" was recovered by Mark Moore at the 12-yard line. On the first offensive play from scrimmage, tailback Elijah Wor- thy followed Tim Cannon through the left side of the line, behind Barry Barlow and Robert Hahn, faked a linebacker out of his shoes, then turned on the turbos to overdrive for an 88-yard touch- down run. The Matt Hall point-af- ter-touchdown (PAT) made the score 7-0, and the Viking defense was "juiced" looking for more free footballs. Milford fumbled the ensuing kickoff on their own 28 and before you coul0 say "How tall is that tightend?" 6'5" Tommy Sheehan hauled in a 12-yard Johnny Howard pass for a touchdown. "That play was really covered pretty well but Howard showed some patience in guiding the ball in there," Donahue said. "Plus it was nice seeing Sheehan catch a pass in traffic." The next time Milford handled the ball in traffic, it resulted in an- other fumble that was quickly con- the Viking offense into a 5-yard Worthy touchdown run. Kip Marshall'S first varsity PAT made the score 21-0. Worthy would score again in the first quarter as Cape led 27-0 with a game plan still left to execute. 'q'here were things we wanted to look at in the passing game but we didn't want to appear greedy," Donahue said. Cape ended the first half scoring when Howard lofted a perfect downfield pass to Sheehan who never broke stride to Complete a 43-yard touchdown pass. Second half TDs were scored by Ricky Thompson, Nick Schaffer and Matt Lambros to complete Cape's offensive night on easy street. Sacks and Whacks, Cape's next opponent, DickinSon, lost a 9- 6 heartbreaker to St. Elizabeth's last Saturday morning. "Dickinson is a solid defensive team that lost its starting quarterback in the sec- ond quarter of the St. E's game," said coach Donahue. "They are tough kids that never give up. Two years ago they came down here and' us"... Defensive back Ricky Cooper had two intercep- tions for Cape in the Milford game... Freshman Thadius Shockley looks to be the next football super- star at Cape... Worthy's 177 yards came in just one half of carrying the football... Cape's O.J. Wilson is listed as questionable for Friday night's game because of a bruised knee... First-year player Hall saw his first extensive action at defensive end and looks like he'll be ready for the road through the northern division. Bob Bowden photo Cape fullback Mark Moore finds wide open running room as Milford tacklers fall behind. Junk food motivation collides with church upbringing BUN AND RUN - It was 20 years ago today, coach Fredman had this to say: "Anyone who wins this race, will get six burgers to jam in his face. So on your marks, get set, now go. Just call ahead and warn Gino's." In I978 I put my own spin on coaching cross coun, try (I'm a football guy) on the road to winning a state championship. Basically, it involved lots of moti- vation ploys through junk food re- wards, a very common practice among lower-middle-class white families of the 1950s-"Mow the grass, Davey, and I'll buy you a dozen chocolate donuts all for yourself. And you don't have to share. That's only on Ozzie and Harriet." Little did I understand that my mother was setting me up and I was cutting a quarter-acre of foot-high crab grass for the immi- grant price of 89 cents. But before the Salisbury Invitational JV race in 1978, the cycle of food abuse came to the surface like curdles of Carnation Pet Milk atop freeze- dried coffee. "OK guys, here's the deal. Anyone wins this race gets six Gino Giants courtesy of Frank PEOPLE IN SPORTS Barr and the Cape Henlopen School District when we stop on the way home." Gino's was a pop- ular joint at the time before Mc- Donald's started "dogging out" (targeting) America's black popu- lation. "You mean six big burgers coach, and we don' have to share? Shoot, you know I'm running my tall off!" And so the blue and gold of Cape streaked through scenic Salisbury, scaring local zoo ani- mals to hide behind manmade ob- structions. "You have an unbeliev- able JV team," said a fellow coach. "All your guys are in the top 10." (There were more than 100 runners in the race.) Josh Brit- tingham of Cool Spring, a quiet, polite and artistic-type kid from a big family, went to the front and stayed there, almost breaking 18 minutes for 3.1 miles. Josh be- came the envy of every varsity runner and kids from other teams wanted to transfer to Cape because "the coach was so cool." Amaz- ingly, like a skinny housewife preparing a Thanksgiving Day turkey, Josh had no interest in col- lecting his prize, realizing that his church upbringing viewed glut- tony as a sin. "Thanks for saving us, Josh, but I'm dumping six big burgers on your table because that's the deal and your teammates will be on you like old Greek ladies around Zorba's death bed." We all bring our own styles to the formica table of life. HENLOAFERS - Last Satur- day morning, pet Fredman re- ceived a phone call at 7 a.m. "Hey, hey, what's going on? What are you doing? You got plans today? What did you see out there last night?" It was my buddy, coach Brian Donahue., a member of a se- lect group of people who call me when they can't find a companion for a road trip. (Coach Glenn calls me to retrieve repaired lawn trac- tors from Middletown.) "Saint E's is playing at Dickinson at 10:30. They have a concession stand. Wanna go? Couple of dogs at 10:30?" I was trapped again, into the lower-middle-class cycle of junk food abuse. "Fine, sure, I'll go. Did you get the air conditioner fixed on your three hub-capped Nissan, coach, or does it still only work under full power?" When we were leaving the game the an- nouncer said, "And don't forget, next Friday night your Dickinson Rams will travel south to play the Cape Henlopen Henlopers." "Did he say 'Henloafers,' coach? Let's tell the kids he said 'Henloafers.' You know, accusing them of being lazy. Or maybe that they intend to walk on us like we're penny loafers," coach said. "Nah, line- man don't wear. loafers. They don't make them in triple E. Let's get some lunch." ROW HOUSE ROTISSERIE FOOTBALL - A local group of football faithful led by New York Giants fan Pete Nehrbas has been playing rotating "host house" for Monday night football for nearly 20 years. The home house must provide all the food and drink and serve dessert at halftime. Individu- als who linger beyond the halfway mark of the third quarter are cast into the "Thing That Wouldn't Leave" file and must earn their way back by attending Lewes Town Council meetings and tak- ing notes and quotes from Ed Zyg- monski. My Philly homey Bill Jackson may live in Wolfe Runne now but has never strayed far from his Philly row house roots, as I witnessed Monday night when Bill proudly displayed his very own cafeteria-size electric rotisserie dog machine. And his dogs looked like ballpark franks on folds. Marylou Jackson provided the fan- Continued on page 82