Paying a Monday morning visit to the variety store...
Blast from the past
The lead item that appeared in this space Sunday about Rick Nemet hit home with an old friend.
Roger Wesely, one of the many guys I pretty much grew up with as a kid in Jefferson, was caught off-guard with the item in which I wrote about Rick Nemet being the homeplate umpire for the Division II state championship game between Newark Licking Valley and Springfield Kenton Ridge back on June 8 at Firestone Stadium in Akron.
Wesely, who graduated a year before me from Jefferson in 1980, watched Nemet coach me and my teammates to the Grand River Conference championship his senior year, with our pal and his classmate, Steve Locy, making a heads-up, game-saving play during a showdown with Southington at the since-demolished old Falcon Gym.
This message showed up in my inbox Sunday morning:
Hope all is well. Just read your column on Rick Nemet.
Licking Valley is my school district. I’ve watched the game twice and paid no attention to the umpire, which means he must have done a good job.
Now, I’ll have to watch a third time.
Take care, bud.
Which shows not only how small this world is, but also that the old adage is without question true — the best compliment that can be paid to an umpire, referee or official of any type is, “we didn’t notice you.”
On a side note, perhaps Major League Baseball umpires and NBA referees, especially the likes of Joey Crawford, should be reminded of that.
I’ve asked for your help, Loyal Readers, in obtaining information on some men from these parts a few times in the last couple of weeks.
In case you missed it, here’s the list, with one addendum:
William A. Babcock.
- Sherman Montgomery “Snapper” Kennedy.
- Ed Moyer.
- Effie Norton.
- Charlie Hazen Morton.
- Harley Payne (the new guy).
- Samuel Beryl “Doc” Raltston.
McCormack is the sports editor of the Star Beacon. Reach him at email@example.com.