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Show vniEwipaDiiRfT Page A14 Thursday, November 10, 1988 Park Record It was a season to remember gjfo bvJ.P. Blaj Park City is synonymous with sports. Wherever you look someone is doing something: bicycling, running, skiing, playing tennis, golfing, hiking, a myriad of things. Most are into individual sports, unconcerned about more than themselves. So, it is somewhat ironic that it was a team sport which caught the community interest this fall. "Did they win?" "Who do they play next week?" "Is it the playoffs?" For 11 weeks, the Park City High School football team gave people in town something to cheer about, something to forget the drought about. Week after week, the interest continued to build as the Miners first made it through their region games undefeated, then through the first two rounds of the playoffs. Well, the ride came to an end last Friday at Mountain View High School in Orem, as Park City lost 15-7 in the semifinals to Richfield. The loss was a tough one, filled with Miner opportunities to upset the heavily favored Wildcats, marking the second year in a row that Park City has exited the playoffs in the semif ina 1 game. For those irritating few, there is ample opportunity oppor-tunity to point fingers, to blame one or another for the loss. But that kind of defeatist behavior forgets what a great year it was for Park City. A 9-2 record, a number two state ranking for most of the year, being one of only four 2A teams remaining when all was said and done. "Yeah, but we didn't make it all the way." Big deal. Football is a game where the team which should win doesn't always. It's a game where sometimes the ball bounces the wrong way. The winner in the end isn't as much talented as lucky in many cases. This year's team should have only the best memories from the '88 season. The year began with a pounding of South Summit to open the season. Then came a close call against rival North Summit. That was when things got rolling, as a ravaging defense, coupled with an explosive offense, of-fense, teamed f) to abuse all in their way. Lehi lei t Park City scoreless and abused on the hort end of a 24-0 score. Then a visit to Morgan wound up as an un-guest-like 21-2 mashing. Next came a lassoing of the Grantsville Cowboys 22-15; and yet another shutout, this time of the Union Cougars 22-0. Homecoming's 13-7 squeaker wasn't (he mangling the crowd desired, but it completed the region season undefeated and on top. After an ugly exhibition against 3A Alta, then came the playoffs. An opening round win over Manti led to a rematch with u..ion in the Quarterfinals, Quarter-finals, where a strong second half fueled a 27-20 win, and a berth in the semis. There, Park City met Richfield, a team favored by 14 points, and played them even for all but one drive. That drive, where nervousness made the triii lit in - -r,m i,iiiMiauiiiiii,i.iiiuiii ii.iiiini.ii.iiiaiMpii BiiiiiMW.iiliiMam'i'ivri-''' T ''v: Miner defense tentative for one of the only times all season, wound up ending the Miner season, as the. Wildcats drove the field to score the winning TD with less than three minutes remaining. The season is a series of memories. Justin Rino rampaging through opposing defenses from his fullback position. Larry Winterer snagging balls both at wideout and at safety, showing the best hands on the team. Russ Mathews faking and juk-ing, juk-ing, running the option play in a manner any Nebraska team would appreciate. The sack attack of linebackers Mark Bowers, Tom Olsen, and Shawn McMillan, along with lineman Chance Pellum. The anchoring play of Darren Bean from his captain of the defense position of linebacker. The slashing runs of Cam Hone, as he came back from injury to rev up the Miner halfback position. The sticky coverage of the Miner defensive secondary, secon-dary, where Brodie Pollard, Steve Osguthorpe, Brian Worley, and Winterer made like human stickum. On and on. The funny thing about the season was that there wasn't a single star. This was a team's team, the epitomy of team sports. One week would be the time for one player to shine, the next week the torch would be passed to another. All could take credit for the successes, and the failures. Maybe that is why the team did so well, was so dominant this year. When you tried to set up a defense to stop the Park City offense you didn't know whether to base it against Rino (or Mike Spencer, who starred when Rino went out with injury) in-jury) or Hone in the backfield, Winterer or Osguthorpe on the receiving end, or Mathews, whose adeptness at balancing the run and pass in this year's option offense made him the perfect QB. And even if you could stop the offense, chances were you weren't going to score. The Miner defense was the best in recent memory, going weeks without allowing a touchdown. It wasn't a question for opponents of what would be successful, suc-cessful, it was a question if anything would be successful suc-cessful against this bunch of wildmen. Then, even if you could come up with any working work-ing schemes, you still had to deal with the tricks and adjustments thrown out by the Park City coaching staff. Bob Burns was the dominant coach in Region 11 in 1 A days, and is now the same in Region Nine in 2A. With coaches Jesse Schaub, Jerry Fiat, AI Hostetler, and Rufus FrostuPark City players have access to masters of motivation. So, don't sit there and grouse about what could be. It was a great season for the Miners, a season to remember. THUMBS UP - to the once again successful ski swap. More than $20,OQO was raised for the Park City Ski Team to help them with their programs for the upcoming year. THUMBS DOWN - to the lack of speed limit enforcement on Deer Valley Drive once you make the turn into Deer Valley. The limit is 25 mph, but the typical speed is about 45. Numerous pets have been killed, and children endangered by racing motorists. A regular patrol needs to be assigned, especially especial-ly in the morning, to regulate motorists on the most abused speed zone in town. THUMBS UP - to the Park City Ambasadors for returning Snowflakers Ball to a Good Time Event. Those Left Over Hippies helped raise funds for the Park City Handicapped Sports Association. mm. hot AIR !W THIS ELECTION! THAN AUTllfAU ALOFT c. r ' As E Ss Hit . . J Seeing the future and wanting no part of it Editor's note: The following opinion piece was first printed in the New York Times, Oct. 26. It was sent to us by a subscriber who felt it would of Interest to our readers and we agreed. by Anne Taylor Fleming LOS ANGELES, Oct.25 To jaded metropolitan eyes, the city of Santa Rosa, Ca., an hour's drive up Highway 101 from San Francisco, looks like a friendly, easy-going town out of the 50's. At high noon, businessmen in shirt sleeves,.. their .coats, over their backs, stroll through the low-slung downtown. In accord with local style, even the Kentucky Fried Chicken store is tastefully low-key low-key and bereft of the customary red-and-white striped bucket rotating overhead. The hills in the distance add a bucolic grace note. But do not be fooled. This small, countrified city of 120,000, founded in 1868 in the heart of Son ra County, just might become the next uninterrupted urban sprawl in Northern California. Impressions gathered on a drive around :5w area confirm that Santa Rosa is a city bleeding out of its pastoral perimeters Lu i directions. On the north, the city lists toward the small community of Windsor, a few miles up the road. Windsor, the current hot spot, is a seeming sea of newly-finished and unfinished tract houses. They ring the old and picturesque Landmark Winery, the first in the county to sell out to developers. Landmark's president, William R. Mabry III, told me he's getting out while the getting's good: 40 acres at $60,000 per, at least three times what planted vineyard acreage usually sells for. The new citizens of Windsor, he said, would make his life miserable sooner or later anyway, because they wouldn't understand or like the noise and dust kicked up by a true agricultural enterprise. He has seen the future and wants no part of it. A fair number of his neighbr don't, eiiher. They're now saying no: no to this unbridled growth, no to expanding the small airport, no to downtown highrises, no to a sewage pipe straight to the seas that would only encourage more growth. No, no, no. And they're being joined by a chorus of other Californians, from the top of the state to the bottom, bot-tom, in small towns and big cities alike, who are, in effect, saying to developers: "Back off, the joy ride is over. We want to protect what's left, to take back the frontier." On Election Day, millions of Califorians will have the chance to vote once again on what are commonly called slow-growth measures. In the last three years, more than 50 such growth measures have passed, from one limiting new office of-fice space in San Francisco to ones 'imiting development in various parts of Orange County. Under the slow-growth bravado that is sweeping the state, there is something else: a real sense of loss, a sense that we squandered paradise, didn't protect it and ourselves. We have spoiled the California lifestyle many came here to find, and we have become all that we abhor: urban, gridlocked, grimy and O.K., Eastern. That's not what was supposed to happen. This was the West of the West, the freest, the most unfettered, the loveliest land on earth. Even Los Angeles was lovely at one point, even in my lifetime, a basin full of open spaces and orange trees with breathtaking views and of sea and mountain. And even Los Angeles has its slow-growth slow-growth neighborhood activists now, a loose coalition coali-tion of a million people who call themselves Not Yet New York. But my friends down there, good old 60's antiwar an-tiwar liberals, are split on how to vote. Hard-core environmentalists, they're also sensitive to the charge that slow growth will punish the poor by driving housing prices up and the number of jobs down. They don't want to join the ranks of the so-called so-called Nimbys ("Not in my backyard.") Their dilemma points up the fact that slow growth is not a partisan issue. In fact, dedicated Democrats can end up against the slow-growth measures, while some gung-ho conservative capitalists can end up for them. What's very clear, though, is that slow growth is in. So what do we do? Where do we put everybody who wants a piece of the dream we've played fast and loose with? People are still pouring into the state: in seven years, California's population of 28 million will probably be 32 million. At current growth rates, the population of Santa Rosa itself could double in 20 years. As I drove away form it the other day, I felt strange, dislocated in time, seeing both a piece of California's past and a piece of its future all in one small space. My mood was one of mourning tempered by a little optimism, pretty much the mood of everybody I talk to these days, no matter what part of California they call home. ton3 iffine ffi(B(Dnod. Now that we have received a bit of snow, when will be the first dump and how much will it be? I "1 ! I ' ! mil' I L - .. . j i 5. . 4 I am 4 s -A h X DeniseVilven Jill Robertson Jessica Stabrylla Glen Verrone Amy Larson Chantelle Byrne Well, the golf course stays open until about Nov. 11, so It probably won't come un- it'll probably snow that day til February, and will then be about eight inches. 16 inches. I think it will be Dec. 21, with 21 inches. Trust me. It will come on December 18, and will be two and a half feet. It will hit by the 10th of November, and will be about five inches. That's about right. On November 17, about six to eight inches. |