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April 2002
Spokes Ableman Goes to Denver
By
Ed
Hooper
"Hey Helmet Head, what's a
Harlequin?" Asked my wise-guy para buddy Spokes Ableman.
"You know Spokes, just
once can't you start out talking about the tournament itself? This is
Nationals," I explained.
"Yeah, I know – the big
show, all the marbles, the whole nine yards (whatever that means). By the
way, you quads have very few marbles left after all the whacks you've
taken. Speaking of hits, who is that guy who looks like he might have
just wrestled a grizzly up in the Rockies?" Spokes queried. "He's
banging people around like they kicked his dog, or would that be his
wolf?"
"That's Steve Pate," I
answered.
"Whoa, he's a big one,"
Spokes started. "He can have my lunch. I'm not that hungry anyway. "
"Where do I start?"
Spokes continued. "There are some big, big boys here, HH. I thought
Kirkland was big. Check out this Canadian Garrett Hickling and Gerardo
Aldape from San Diego. You Lightning boys look like pups at a big dog
show."
"Spokes, it's not all
about size. Rugby is speed and chair position, not just brute force," I
said.
"Oh, really! When you say
chair position, you mean your chair in the turned-over position like that
guy Albert Moscona leveled earlier?" Spokes retorted.
"Please, just discuss the
tournament. God knows why, but we want your take on it."
"No need to get crabby,
old timer. It seems the Lightning is doing really well since you stopped
playing, HH. I wonder why?" Spokes jabbed.
"Ableman,
the tournament!"
"You know of course that
I'm not really a play-by-play man, HH. I'm more into the subtleties of
the game, you know, color, strategy, nuance, that sort of thing."
"Give me a break, Spokes,"
I said. "You're a friggin' smart aleck."
"Helmet Head, you abuse my
sensibilities.
"Nevertheless, Lakeshore
looks unstoppable, pounding the Heat, Casa, Tampa and the Quake by an
average of 15 or 16 points. These teams are no slouches. So I must ask
you, who's playing for second place? This Kirkland is an animal – two
pushes and he's gone. And then there's the 2 time gold-medalists Cliff
Chun and Eddie Crouch, and then of course they drop off (ha!) with
gold-medalist Wayne Romero and Bob "Mr. D" Lujano – and then they have
Willard in case they need a little more size and power. Who's gonna stop
'em?"
"What about Texas who has
some gold of their own with Norm, Pate and Zupan? Or Phoenix?" I asked.
"Well, it looks like
Phoenix because they just systematically slowed the aggressive Texans down
and deliberately got the ball in the front court and took their time and
scored at their own pace, frustrating the powerful Stampede. Gilliland
and Cohn are playing better than ever, and Hogsett continues to impress,
but the Demolition demolished them earlier by 12. By the way, I'm going
to have to watch the title game on TV because you scheduled a
4
PM flight out on Sunday, HH. That doesn't show much confidence in your
team now does it?"
"Had we won a couple of
more games, I would have changed our flight. Who says you have to fly
with us anyway, Spokes?" I asked a little annoyed.
"That's no way to talk to
a loyal fan. Last I checked the bleachers aren't exactly bulging with
spectators at your games," Spokes retorted. "You guys played well
though, never giving up. Sometimes you get more respect losing than you
do winning, as long as you don't make a habit of losing that is. You're a
tough bunch," Spokes concluded.
"Where did you muster up
the kind words?" I asked.
"What, you think I'm and
insensitive slob?" Spokes popped back.
I resisted a response.
Later… .
"Well, here I am at the
airport, asking a pain-in-the-butt bar manager to turn on the game. 10
years ago, who would have ever thought you'd even be able to ask that
question?" Spokes mused.
"Hey, turn on the quad
rugby game," Spokes yelled.
"What's quad rugby?" The
manager asked.
"It's a wheelchair sport
and a heck of a lot more exciting than watching the Tigers lose 11 in a
row. Turn on the game, man," Spokes pleaded.
"Sorry, HH," Spokes
reported at the gate, "but from what little I saw the Heat was trying a
repeat of their Texas game plan and from all accounts came very close to
pulling it off. I'll let others who were actually there fill in the many
blanks since I was fighting with a nasty, overweight bar manager instead
of actually being there. Suffice to say that's four in a row for
Lakeshore."
"You know, HH, Division II
should be played at a different location like they did in 2000 at Warm
Springs. It's a little weird crowning a champ in the midst of all these
D-I teams who fought like dogs to finish 2 through 8," Spokes said looking
a little confused.
"It really is a logistical
thing and it does give a sense of camaraderie of all these players coming
together in one place. Plus, there is more attendance at the AGM," I
explained.
"Are you a point five now,
Mr. Double Nickel?"
"No, will you please
finish you colossal pain in the…" I tailed off.
"Oh, you don't want to
talk about the AGM?
"Anyway, Boothby and the
Boston boys put Sharp away in the final and played well throughout beating
the host Harlequins in a hard-fought game to get to the final. That
Carlos is a banger. He'd look good in a Lightning uniform," Spokes said.
"Well, I've done all I
can," Spokes continued. "I've done everything except park vans out here
in this thin air. It's very tough work just tolerating a weekend with
you, HH, and you expect me to work too."
"Oh, stop! All you've
done is sit around and shoot off your mouth," I said. "The volunteers did
all the work."
"They had great support
out here, didn't they? Great volunteers!" Spokes exclaimed. "We love
Lisa. You know you quads would be in deep do-do without your support staff
and volunteers."
"We know that Spokes," I
acknowledged. "What about the refs, Spokes?"
"Oh yeah, how about Tres
Smith getting into the Hall? Man, those hall of famers sure do chatter
on, don't they? You know refs take a bunch of heat that they richly
deserve. No, I mean, it's an easy job and they get to do it. No, well,
you know what I mean, right?
"I have no clue," I
replied.
"Congrats to Angelo too,"
Spokes said..
"I just have one last
question," Spokes offered.
"Yeah?"
"What's a Harlequin?"

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