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Jack Plymale and Vic Janowicz in Columbus

I think the name of the bar on the east side of High Street just a little off campus was Ben's. Vic and I stopped in there one Saturday afternoon had beer or two and he said he had never played that bar shuffleboard before and it was apparent. I beat him about four times. Then the old pros in the bar wanted to play him for a beer. The rest of the evening we drank for free and left a table full of unopened beer. He got to where he could beat anybody who stepped up. There is just no way to handle those natural athletes. Sam I had told kieth about running into Vic one time in Ft. Pierce when the Pirate trained there. This is a follow-up. I thought you might be interested. Jack P
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Jack P.

Where are you, Jack?

----- Original Message -----
From: Jack H Plymale
To: Sam Kegley
Sent: Friday, June 12, 2009 12:15 AM


Sam, I've been kinda out of pocket for a couple of weeks. I'm at Doc Yeagles in Georgia right now. Hope both of us will be in the old home town before the end of next week. Talked with Fout this evening. He is arranging an evening and dinner with Dick Brannock in Ashland. Dick was the chief pilot( before retirement) for Ashland Oil and a member of our "45" class. Think maybe he might have been a Mound Park frequenter.

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Jack P.



Re: Where are you, Jack?

Thanks Jack,

Enjoy your P'Town visit with the young fellows. I certainly want the best for the three 'Torjan' amigos.

Gib,s oldest son, Richard, who played basketball for Westerville (Division 1 in Ohio, with three high schools now but only one back then), with my son, Jay. Richard and his friend are in a lucrative subcontracting masonry business. Richard came over, measured, and returned and replaced all of our downspouts and doesn't want pay. All he expects is the stuff he buys, which has come to $11.70 so far. You can take it to your bank in Costa Rica that the deceased Gib Lakeman's friendship is still valued by Jeanie and me.

Why has Mound Park Urchin Sam been so lucky to know so many fine Torjans from P'Town?

Thank you, God!

Sam

Plymale and UK Basketball e-mails

And another from Jack P:

Sam thanks for sharing with me.I think maybe one of the sadder things
about celebrity is that you never really get to know the people you
found interesting and I am speaking from the viewpoint of the
celebrated. I had a Government finance class once in one of the old
quonset huts behind the commerce college at OSU Alex Grozas brother
,LOU was in the class. Heck of a nice guy, seemed to work hard at
being even nicer, but the strain was obvious.... You're right !! I do
consider you a GOOD,,,,YOUNG.....76.

Thank you, Dave.

Ernie Rigrish did play football at Eastern. I learned only when I interviewed Bill Berry and his son, Jeff, for my "Softball" book, that Bill was Ernie's step father and Ernie was raised in their family. Sarah Rapp also e-mailed me to remind us that Lawrence Daniels was a kicker for Eastern.

If one could check it out, it would be close between Ohio U and Eastern for the number of Portsmouth athletes who played for them. Marshall might be third, but I think only of Steve Duncan, but, of course, Dave Hamilton and Terry Gardner were on the first Marshall team after the fatal plane crash (We Are Marshall). Steve graduated Marshall the year before the crash. Miami of Ohio might well be first though and Cincinnati would be a consideration. I think only of Pat James at UK and no UK basketball players from our area. Adolph Rupp was definitely after Larry Hisle, but he chose professional baseball and Ohio state.
The old P'Town area has fond athletic memories, does it not.

Sam



----- Original Message -----
From: Dave Miller
To: Sam Kegley
Sent: Tuesday, May 26, 2009 10:40 PM
Subject: Re: =========MAYBE.


hey sam. I enjoy the contact between you and Jack. being an old mabert rd boy. I used to chase rays punts up and down the street. I seem to temember ernie rigerish went to eastern, While bruadcasting Marshall and we were at eastern, I thought I saw his picture on a wall.I was also trying to chase his sister Phyllis. LOL. dave miller












Jack,

You consider me young, but remember I am 76. Jones, Beard, Groza, Rollins, and ?. I had to go to one of my collection of UK Basketball Guides and reading glasses to get James Line. It was 1948 and they won everything but lost to Phillips Oilers, the AAU Champs. They were an important part of the 1948 USA Olympic Team. Adolph rupp helped coach the Olympians. The USA won eight games and the World Championship in London, England. I was sixteen then and highly into sandlot basketball at Highland School courts against the likes of my good friend, Dick Klitch and other fine players, many of whom did not make the highly touted Portsmouth Trojans. Dick only made the Trojans in his senior season and did an outstanding job.

The One UK fellow made AA one year and didn't start the next( perhaps that was sophomore Jim Line, due to the outstanding players returning from the big war in the late forties. The basketball history which has entertained jeanie and me throughout our years (we have been married fifty-seven years) melds together in my mind.

I might even put Issel and Pratt and Macy and Mashburn on the same team at times due to my melting pot of memory.

I have met Wah Wah a couple of times in Lexington. And Marvin Akers (UK43) and his wife became our friends while we served on the UK National Alumni Board together.

Most of the UK players I have met would probably not remember this Mound Park Urchin.

Thanks for the memories, Jack.

Go Cats!

Sam

There are great hopes among the wildcatnation fans www.wildcatnation.net for SamKat and all for John Calipari and the future of our Wil;dcats.
----- Original Message -----
From: "Jack H Plymale"
To: "Sam Kegley"
Sent: Monday, May 25, 2009 9:24 PM
Subject: Re: =========MAYBE.


> Sam , of course Ray Pelfrey and Walt Green are old team mates of mine
> Walt was two years younger. Smokey was a few years older . I don't
> know how many. I had offers from Eastern. Rome Rankin called me twice
> and wrote me twice.I ,truely,was not that good but there weren't a
> lot of guys available then and I wasn't either for long. Ray went to
> Auburn first then back to Eastern. If Ray is not the best, all around
> athlete I ever knew, he is second or third. One of the reasons we had
> such a good football team in 1944 is that Jim Fout and Doc Yeagle
> could control Pelfrey. He had hugh respect for both of them, and was
> afraid Doc would kill him at any time.( Can you name UK's fabulus
> five(not fab five0 in2 minutes. You already have Wah Wah Jones and
> Ralph Beard
>
> On 5/25/09, Sam Kegley wrote:
>> I have been truly happy with the job Calipari is doing, Jack. His dribble,
>> drive, motion offense is much bertter to the likes of Adolph's style.
>>
>> Several old Trojans played football for Eastern Kentucky- Smokey Gibson,
>> Ray Pelfrey, Walt Green, etc. Most of them became UK Wildcat fans.
>>
>> Ralph Beard died fairly recently.
>>
>> Sam
>>
>>
>> ----- Original Message ----- From: "Jack H Plymale"
>>
>> To: "Sam Kegley"
>> Sent: Monday, May 25, 2009 7:08 PM
>> Subject: =========MAYBE.
>>
>>
>>
>>
>> > I expected, at least, a whoopee or two when the apparent,Leaning to
>> > Lexington, culminated in the coraling of the cream of the crop in high
>> > school basketball, but all I have had ,so far ,is overstated silence..
>> > I'll use that phrase in lieu of smugness.You are in touch with a
>> > fellow traveler Sam. Everybody in that geographic area longs for the
>> > return of the glory days of " The Col".That old bouncyball may not be
>> > my first love, but there is no lover of athletic events who was not
>> > thrilled by the way the Wildcats of old did it.The whole area kinda
>> > smiled in their reflection. When I read about the great point guard
>> > signing with UK. the first name that came to mind was Ralph Beard.
>> >
>> >
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>> > Jack P.
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>
>
> --
> Jack P.
>

Lasting Impression and Almost Last One- Sam

My dear wife, Jeanie, did not remember this true happening, but she enjoyed it this morning and highly recommends it:





Lasting Impression and Almost last One


Sam Kegley


I am 76 and the incident I am writing about is probably two years old. Jeanie and I are grandparents to three granddaughters and two step-grandsons (now nine to fourteen years of age). That we grandparents love them all is a fact of which we proudly enjoy and even boast.

We wish to quietly appreciate their enjoyments and accomplishments. We find many such occurrences in observing their young lives.

We joined daughter-in-law, Terri, and our granddaughters’s Tobey and Ida Scout (son Jay’s) at their pool on that day. It was a lovely summer day and the girls were running, sliding, splashing, and having an over all wonderful time in the water, on the diving boards, and on the giant slide.

Both girls have had many swimming and diving lessons in local pools, at Ohio
State University, and at Upper Arlington High School.

While observing, Grandpa Sam harkens back to my younger days. My good friend in Dayton, Ronnie Walters, reminded me recently that he and I had swum across the Terrace Club pool there 159 times without stopping. The pool was approximately sixty feet across, as I remember. I was then thirteen and he was twelve. We each believed that we could swim across any ocean then.

We spent countless hours at the Terrace Club and swam and dived many of those hours in the tremendously appreciated Portsmouth pool. At any rate I believed that I was moderately good at swimming and diving, although my diving repertoire included only a jack-knife and a swan dive.

I would often remind the girls to keep their legs together and their toes pointed for smooth, splash-free entry into the water.

Both girls were already experienced in going off the spring boards and the ten foot high diving board. Maybe they were nearing, but not yet achieving the perfectly together limbs with pointed toes and splash-free entry. Tobey since has done so. Certainly I remembered that I had often done that.

So, it becomes break time at the Hastings pool. Only adults are allowed into the water for the youngsters’ ten minute safety break.. The girls have gathered under an umbrella with mommy and grandma far across the pool, and I am up on the board, ready to enjoy another perfect dive, which I hadn’t done for a long while. I honestly tried to be inconspicuous, but wanted to get Tobey’s and Ida Scout’s attention. I yelled without being heard by them, but it probably drew the attention of many other than the two girls.

After a slight pause, in which many pool gatherers were wondering what that old fool was going to do up there, I wasn’t sure at all that my girls were watching, but here I go.

After one’s first dive from the high board, there is little to strike fear into the rookie diver. I was no rookie. I stood back on the board took a little run and jumped up for the spring to make myself soar up into the air, I would then tuck and touch my toes for a jack-knife, and finish by straightening out for the perfect entry.

It didn’t go quite that way for this demonstration.

I ran, jumped, and sprang upwards, but I neither soared, nor did I reach a grand apex, nor open out of the tuck for the smooth entry. My body opened quickly, the legs did not find each other and I don’t know how the toes pointed, but I entered more like the proverbial belly-smacker with a non-glorious splash. I thought that I would soon expire.

Ten foot times 250 pounds is 2500 foot- pounds of force.

I was only saved by the bell which permitted all younger swimmers to re-enter and enjoy the water. I slinked away and off into the crowd at the pool. Fortunately, my granddaughters didn’t see it, and I can still tell them toes pointed, legs together and smooth entry. I will never again attempt to demonstrate.

Grandpa’s words must be more illustrative than my actions anyway.

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