Monday, October 16, 2017

126. Thrill of Victory: Agony of Defeat

In my scrapbook of faded news clippings, readers will find an account of my participation in sports from seventh grade at Lincoln School through our senior year at Gettysburg High School. From the beginning to the end, it is a record of “the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat.”

One of the thrills in our senior year included my selection as a member of the first team on the South Penn All-Conference football squad. In addition, I was the leading scorer and a member of the second team All-Conference squad in basketball.

In track, I continued winning the 110 low hurdles, setting a new school and conference record which will never be broken. That’s because that race was replaced by the 180 yard low hurdles in the Fifties and Sixties.

The first time I ran the 180 yard low hurdles was at the District meet in Lancaster. I won that race and that qualified me for the State competition at Penn State University. 

After winning my heat in the preliminaries, I ran in the finals and fell, something I never did in any other race in my high school career. That incident truly best represents the agony of defeat in my career in sports.

When I returned to Gettysburg that night, Nancy was waiting for me.   In her diary for that day. she wrote, “He was kind of blue at first, but he soon got over it and we had a good time."

The thrill of victory, the agony of defeat and the joy found in a loving relationship.

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