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Show I 1 sir : xl nYmrP" i A J Page Bl Thursday, May 19, 1983 k ''If 7:;: ... . .. .sv:- Craig Griffin extends a forehand to knock off his Green River competitor. photo by Nan Chalat P.C. takes second State tennis tournament dominated by Dugway In a virtual replay of the Region 11 tournament the previous week, Dugway swept to first place in the state 1A tennis tournament held Friday at the Park Meadows Racquet Club. As they had in region, the Mustangs won four of five individual titles, losing only in number one doubles. Meanwhile, the Park City Miners also came away with the same individual results as they had in region, finishing second in all three singles categories and third in each of the doubles. The team standings found Dugway with 23 points, followed by Park City (11), St. Joseph (7), Monticello (3), East Carbon (3), St. Mark's (2) andParowan(l). Leading the list of individual indivi-dual winners was Dugway senior Steve Bruce, who won the state title in number one singles for the second straight year. The finals, matching Bruce against Park City sophomore Chris El-kins, El-kins, featured a number of long rallies. Bruce emerged with a 6-4, 7-5 victory. Both Bruce and Elkins moved easily through the first two rounds of the tournament. Elkins whipped Corey Anderson of Green River 6-0, 6-0 in the quarterfinals, quarter-finals, then slipped past Eric Miner of Wasatch Academy in the semifinals. In number two singles, Dugway senior Troy Carney made amends for 1982, when he lost in the finals to Park City's Trahan Whitten. This year, against the same opponent, Carney won a 6-7 (7-2), 6-1, 6-1 victory. Park City Coach Myron Hartz said that Carney's strategy against the hardhitting hard-hitting Park City senior was just to keep the ball in play and wait for Whitten to make the mistakes. In his preliminary matches, Whitten sailed past Griffith of Parowan 6-0, 6-1 and defeated Mike Lovatto of Monticello. 6-3,6-1. Like his Park City singles teammates, Craig Griffin, playing number three singles, sin-gles, had little trouble in his first two matches. He knocked off Charles Durant of Green River 6-0, 6-2 in the quarterfinals, then defeated Chip Deutschlander of Parowan Paro-wan 6-3, 6-1 in the semifinals. The finals pitted Griffin against Steve Lundy of Dugway. Their previous meeting at region included a few heated exchanges, but this one stayed relatively calm. So did Lundy, as he coasted past Griffin, 6-2, 6-0. "He (Griffin) told me that he had trouble hitting the ball deep," Hartz said later. All the matches, with the exception of the preliminary rounds in number one and number two singles, were held outdoors. Hartz said that the wind was never a problem, although the temperature tem-perature was a little on the cool side "In the championship matches it started to snow a little bit, but that didn't stop anything." In number one singles, Park City's Bob DiTullio and Randy Dyer slipped past Pettigrew and Evans of Wasatch Wa-satch Academy in the quarterfinals, quar-terfinals, but lost to Kevin Willard and Alan Lipman of St. Joseph, the defending state champions, 6-4, 6-2 in the semifinals. Hartz said that DiTullio was hobbled by a dislocated kneecap from a skateboard accident only a few days before the tournament. "That restricted his running around." Willard and Lipman went on to win the title, while DiTullio and Dyer finished in a third-place tie with White and DeWitt of Dugway. In number two doubles, Park City's Mike Birch and Chris Bellamy also had the misfortune of meeting the eventual champions in the semifinals. After breezing past Crowley and Aloysius of Monticello 6-2, 6-2 in the first round, Birch and Bellamy lost to Andy Dolle and Jeff Brothers of Dugway 6-2, 7-6. Hartz said that Birch and Bellamy made a valiant comeback after trailing badly bad-ly in the second set. "They really started putting it together to get to the tiebreaker in the second set," he said. "They really put up a good battle." However, Dolle and Brothers Bro-thers came back to win the tiebreaker and the match. After only one season as the tennis coach, Hartz will be leaving the school at the end of the academic year. But he pointed out that next year's coach should have a solid team, since only one of Park City's seven varsity players (Trahan Whitten) is due to graduate. "The next two years should look pretty good," he said. Remember: PARK CITY CLEAN-UP DAY SATURDAY, MAY 21 8:00 A.M., CITY PARK Lunch will be provided Be There! by Jiia Murray MIuMPiPciiy dDM pnDit Carew is healthy, and so is his average When Rodney Cline Carew, the legend, first announced he was taking the art to Anaheim in the winter of 1978-79, a lot of people groaned, gnashed their teeth and considered writing to the National Committee Commit-tee on Monuments and Treasures. It was like selling the Washington Monument to the tobacco interests. Using the sarcophagus of King Tut for a doorstop. Spending the night in Count Dracula's castle. With a nosebleed. Everyone knew what would happen. And it did. It was like watching somebody paint a mustache on the Mona Lisa, add arms to the Venus de Milo. The destruction of a work of art. Not a pitcher in the league could handle Rod Carew in Minnesota. He stuck out like the Kohinoor diamond in a sea of paste. They didn't make the pitch he couldn't hit. It was suggested by a writer that they make Rod Carew call his shot like a champion billiard player, "Curveball off the left-field wall," or "fastball back through the middle." and if the ball deviated by more than four inches from where he said it was going to go, he was out. Rod Carew was the only reason to go to the Minnesota ballpark, but it was enough. He belonged to the ages. You had only to consult the numbers. It was headlines when some players made a hit. It was headlines when Rod Carew didn't. You could put a candy wrapper out behind second base and Carew could hit it with a line drive four times out of five. Watching Carew with a bat was like watching Van Gogh with a brush, Gene Kelly in the rain. You imagined this was the way Ty Cobb was with a pitcher who was nervous. This is what hitting was all about. Part poetry, part power. To send this into the haunted house at Anaheim was like burning books. Turning a prince into a frog. Up to then, Carew didn't just give a time at bat, he gave a recital at bat. But, then, it happened. The jammed thumb. The sore wrist. Seasoned Anaheim watchers waited for him to get hit by a bus, to need glasses, to slip a disc, to disappear at sea any of the terrible things that happen to Gene Autry's athletes when they put the halo on their caps. Carew suffered a severe sprain of the batting average. He always seemed to be coming to bat with enough gauze wrapped around his thumb or wrist to pass for Claude Rains. Even batting one-handed he hit .318, .331, .305 and .319. It made you wonder what he could do without that monkey on his back. Twice in the four years he has been in Anaheim, the Angels won the division championship. But, a former manager of Carew's, leaning oh the batting cage one summer's eve, watched No. 29 in the batter's box and asked puckishly, "Whatever happened to their plans to get Rod Carew?" To the raised eyebrows, he added, "Where did they get this guy? He walks like Carew, he talks like Carew, but he waves a bat like a banjo. He's hitting .300 with his brains, not his wrists." They say of a pitcher when he's losing his stuff that "his fastball is a foot shorter." Well. Carew's line drives were a foot shorter. For any other hitter, the numbers would have been fantastic For Carew it almost hurt to watch. But a funny thing happened this spring. The Old Witch of State College Boulevard must have taken her broom back to the moon. The man wearing No. 29 came out in the sunlight of spring training, looked around carefully, flexed his muscles, cleared his throat. Nothing ached. Nothing was broken. The thumb was fine. The wrist was supple. The hits flew. The ball looked like a grapefruit. The infielders were lunging for balls that suddenly were going 125 miles an hour again and not 90. Rod Carew was back. No one had ever seen hitting like this at Anaheim. Or anywhere else. This must be the way Cobb and Hornsby looked. This was vintage Hall of Fame Rod Carew. "It's almost as if four hits were an off-day," joked Reggie Jackson. The man who needs only a couple of more multiple-hit days to reach a lifetime of 800 in that category (some players don't have 800 one-hit days ) was back lashing the outfield grass with uncatchable liners. He even hit a home run, a ball that reached the seats so fast it had to be blipped. One five-hit day, three four-hit days, three three-hit days popped eyes from one coast to the other. A reporter who misread the schedule and read a day game awakened Rod Carew in a Detroit hotel room last Friday. The average superstar would have called the cops. Carew was as polite and dignified as if they had met for tea. "Did I ever regret coming to Anaheim instead of elsewhere?" he considered. "No. This was where I wanted to come. Some of my friends heard about the so-called California jinx, but fortunately I'm not superstitious." Or, unfortunately. Could he describe those years when he was "merely" hitting .320 or so? "Well, when you can't grip the bat you have to outwit the pitcher and the1 infield a little bit. It took away a few of my stances." Carew, of course, has more stances than an NFL linebacker. Or a guy carrying a bathtub. Did leadoff hitting have anything to do with the renaissance? Carew pondered. "A couple of years ago, (Manager) Jimmy Fregosi had me batting leadoff. I began doing what a leadoff hitter has to do, wait on pitchers, try to get on, take pitches. I lost my aggressiveness at the plate. This time, as a leadoff hitter, I'm attacking. I'm behaving exactly as though I were hitting second or third." He paused. "You see, I'm not like a Joe Morgan, a guy who gets 100 walks a year." If he were, he might make even the .400 average obsolete. The bat is a wand. The ball is a balloon. The league is frightened, looking around desperately for the ghost of Katella Avenue. It's either that or petition the league to allow 10 fielders or a designated fielder to roam halfway between short and left. Or maybe they'll just make Rod Carew put it in writing exactly where he's going to hit the ball, at what elevation, velocity and time of day. 1983 Los Angeles Times Largest Selection of Hand Knitted Garments in State, Battle Axes, Arans, Fairisles, Icelandic, Cashmeres, Mohair, Shetlands, Scottish, Irish and Welsh Records and Cassettes, Shortbread, Toffee, Chocolates, Claymores, Dirks, Swords, Kilts, Bagpipes, Tartan Ties, Chanters Reeds, Kilted Skirts, Stadium Blankets, Edinburgh Crystal Coats of Arms, Heraldic Items, World Flags, Tartan by Yard, Scottish Bumper Stickers Dolls, Mohair Capes, Edinburgh Castle- 261 Trolley Square, Sail Lake City. UT 84102 (801)521 6542 Scottish Imports Stoles, Balmorals, Deerstalker Hats, Imported Foods, Bosson Heads, Scottish Post Cards, Calendars, Hand Knit Socks, Blouses, Walking Sticks, Oiled Wool Sweaters. 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