We Want to Hear Your IM Sports Memories
We’ve gotten some good responses already to our recent call (via Facebook and Twitter) for your memories of playing, coaching, refereeing, or watching intramural sports, the best of which we’ll compile for a feature in an upcoming issue of The Penn Stater. But we need more—and we know you’re out there—so I figured I’d offer a couple of my own as possible inspiration…
Mine come from the fall of ’92 and ’93, when my boys from Snyder Hall (who I’m getting a lot of mileage out of this week) and I fielded a decent IM football squad. My quick self-scouting report: Mediocre athlete, good hands, sharp strategic mind. Well, sharp enough for IM football anyway, where my one big strategic success was the once-a-game delayed snap count. Once a game, usually in the second half, we’d wait until we had a second- or third-down play with short yardage before altering our one-count “hike” of the ball and going on two. I don’t think it ever failed to get us a first down.
(Hey, Bill: If you’d like more details on this, you know where to find me.)
As for when the ball was actually in play, I specialized in delayed route-running from my position as a not-particularly-good-at-blocking tight end, providing the safety route when our deep guys were covered and our quarterback was running out of time to throw. I’m sure my teammates still remember the time I caught a short out and tried to “shake” a defender; specifically, I’m sure they remember how it looked like I was moving in slow motion. Needless to say, I didn’t gain many yards after the catch.
For all that, my favorite IM memory remains The Most Amazing Catch I’ve Ever Seen, or at least actually been on the field for. Greg Galli ’96 was a rail-thin kid obsessed with the St. Louis Cardinals, and he had a whip for an arm; he was a natural IM quarterback. Doug Schoenly ’96 was the quiet guy on our team, a member of the Nittany Lion tennis team whose athleticism I hadn’t fully appreciated. Anyway, TMACIES came late in a close game, and I don’t remember much about it beyond the catch itself. Doug lined up wide on the right and streaked down the sideline; Greg ended up rolling right with the ball, and whether out of desperation or because he was sure he had his guy, he let fly a bomb.
From where I stood, trying to hold my block, I was sure there was no way Doug was getting to that ball. Only he accelerated, in a way I’m fully incapable of… and then his body seemed to elongate… and he lunged…
And he caught the damn ball. Like I said, TMACIES.
Anyway, I know some of our readers can top this, so get writing. Send your submissions (300 words max, please) to pennstater (at) psu (dot) edu, fax them to 814-863-5690, or mail them to The Penn Stater, Hintz Family Alumni Center, University Park, PA, 16802. Or of course, you can post them in the comments section below. We look forward to hearing from you.
Ryan Jones, senior editor