Tuesday, September 12, 2017

A Friday Night Storyteller


Something unexpected happened to me five years ago, right before my daughter Chloe's last year of high school. She was a Springboro football and basketball cheerleader, and I knew I would be at all of the varsity games.

I decided I wanted to be more involved, because sitting in the stands did not cut it for me. So in July of 2012, a month before football started, I started thinking. Maybe I could keep stats. Or maybe I would help with the equipment. I didn't know. Anything would do.

But another thought kept occurring to me. Way back in the 1980s, when I was in college and law school, I was a sportswriter for The Star Free Press, a weekly newspaper that covered Franklin, Carlisle and Springboro. It was something I enjoyed, in part because it made me feel part of the game, but also because it was a perfect diversion.

Watch a game. Talk to everyone involved. And tell a story. It was awesome.

Among the thousands of stories I told back then, I recounted all the excitement surrounding Springboro's undefeated football team in 1982 and Franklin's 10-0 team in '85. I smile when people tell me they have entire scrapbooks filled with the stories I have written and photographs I have taken.
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SO WHY NOT DO that again? I would later joke, "I don't coach, and for reasons I don't understand, they won't let me play. But like any good lawyer, I can certainly tell a story. This is what I do."

I remember sending an email to Ryan Wilhite, Springboro's excellent head coach, and telling him what I had in mind. I didn't have credentials for a major newspaper, and I feared I might just be a waste of his time.

But he agreed to give me full access to the sidelines, the locker room and team meetings, and I wrote what came my way just on the Internet. To say it was a pleasure is the understatement of the century.
The Panthers went 10-0 and made the playoffs. And like those teams from so many years ago, I felt like I was practically a participant. The stories received a lot of attention, plus I was with Chloe the whole time. At the team banquet at the end of the season, I was given a game ball that was signed by every player, coach and cheerleader. It's on display in my office to this day.

A few months later, I was at the basketball games, following a Springboro team that advanced all the way to the Division I Regionals, giving me more and more stories, which made it all even better. It was a great way to spend Chloe's senior year.

But I figured it only a temporary assignment, and in time I would go back to cutting grass and cleaning the garage when I was away from the courtroom. After all, I figured if Chloe was done, then so was I.
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THEN, SHORTLY BEFORE the 2013 football season started, I remember looking at Kim one night in a way that told her exactly what I was thinking. Everyone needs a hobby, you know. And a game only lasts a couple of hours. And it makes me happy. And...and ...

"Sure," she said. She's such a sweetheart.

Because Chloe had graduated, I was now free to also go to some Franklin games, which is my alma mater. When I was a kid, my family lived in Springboro until I was in eighth grade, but then we moved to Franklin. I'm like a dual citizen.

I could go to both games, hang with even more people I know, and tell even more stories. That made it doubly fun, because not only was Springboro still good, but Franklin was also creating a buzz everywhere it went. Luke Kennard, now a player for the Detroit Pistons, was a junior that year, becoming Ohio player of the year in both football and baskeball.

"Kim, do you mind?"

"I understand." And she still does.

Even though Chloe is now in law school, and we don't have any children in high school, I still enjoy going to the games on Friday nights. It's my way to get out into the community and give something back. Plus it is a still a great diversion, the best $8.00 I ever spend.
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WHEN I WAS TWELVE, my dream was to be a big-time player someday, with my name announced on the overhead speakers and my achievements chronicled in the newspaper. I just knew it would happen, and when it did, I was going to have a really good story to tell.

But God had other plans for me and made me a writer instead.

So I don't have that one really good story to tell.

I have a million of them.