Nathaniel Cary writes:

"Hey Jeff, good to hear from you. You can add this to the blog if you want.

My top 10 players in no particular order: Jamie Fuller, John Buzeman, Scott Guiel, Ryan V, Jason Smith, Matt V, Josh Fleming, Lucas V, Dennis Poole, Matt Boardman - I don't know if many of you have seen him play, but he carried the team the last few years.

All right, here's my memories, probably just a start.
I remember my first points, seventh grade, Fellowship Christmas Invitational tourney, championship game, down by 20 with a minute left and I was put in, scrawny and wearing bifocals. The last play of the game I think Ryan V. passed it to me near the foul line, hit me square in the face and knocked my glasses off, but I still shot it and somehow it went in. We lost by 18 (I think) but I got carried off the court by (I think) Ryan and Josh Stertzbach. At least this is how I remember it fondly.
Worst game - It's got to be eighth grade against Union Baptist in the tiny little gym they rented when Andy fouled there best shooter with no time left. Didn't that one go to Triple OT?
Final game - We just couldn't get over the hump against Mountainside out of N.Y. We lost to them like three straight years in the playoffs. It was a great game played in Queechee, close the whole way, but they pulled ahead by 4-6 points late and that was it. I didn't want to leave the court. We had so much potential those years with Andy Roy or Jason Anderson running point, Tyler Santerre at 2, Lucas, Dennis Poole and me at forwards and center. We just never got over the hump.
Worst nickname - Skids! That one's for you Scott Guiel.
I remember Coach Heller foaming at the mouth and spitting everywhere when he talked. I remember how he'd lecture the bench when the guys in the game screwed up.
I remember playing pickup games on the hoop in the school driveway against all the older guys. All I could do was move further away so it wouldn't get blocked. That's how I developed my outside shot. I remember bricking way more three's than I made.
I remember that 94-26 loss to Websterville as an eighth grader. I remember crushing them as juniors and seniors as revenge.
I remember begging my mom to take me to the Hartford tourney as a seventh grader, then getting in the game for about 23 seconds. I remember that it was worth the trip.
I remember missing the van trip to Queechee and my mom driving me down there to catch the team. Showed up midway through the game and Coach Frizzell took a technical to add my name to the playbook. "It's the only technical foul I ever got" he said later. I remember scoring back-to-back baskets when he put me in.
I remember that I could never run continuity correctly, but loved that play with the double screen on the wing.
I remember the great times with the guys, the anticipation and butterflies before games and the excitement of a close game and how we all had to have the latest and greatest shoes - the Jason Kidd's with the blue mirror-like metal piece, the Nike KGs and of course, the Jordans.
And I remember looking up to the older guys as the "hero teams" and now looking at the team's as a bunch of young'uns I knew as third graders.
Pretty cool all in all, I'd say.