Until “The Carry,” I had previously viewed Central Washington in Ellensburg as Where Jon Kitna Went To College, Where Roger Ottmar Played For Dean Nicholson, and The McDonalds’ Stop On The Way To Vantage/Washtucna/Pullman. As a college sports memory, “The Carry” is right up there with Flutie-to-Phelan, “The Play” with Cal/Stanford, Kordell Stewart’s Heave, Christian Laettner’s and Tate George’s Buzzer-Beaters, and Trinity, Texas’ Multi-Lateral Miracle. This display of “pure, selfless sportsmanship and pride” should go down as an example of The Wildcat Way. Years from now, people around the nation may still not know where Ellensburg is, but they may know C.E.N.T.R.A.L. Washington as (C)arried (E)ntirely: (N)ewsworthy (T)ucholsky (R)emains (A) (L)egend for this amazing occurrence. Tucholsky’s trip around the bases courtesy of Holtman and Wallace evoked thoughts in me of that famous poem “Footprints In The Sand,” and made me think that sometimes an event happens in life where an extra measure of grace and light is put on display that could melt even the most hardened or cynical. In this selfish age, extreme sportsmanship still exists, and proud alums of Central will always remember that their young women were instrumental visual aids of this reality.
Steve Goodman
Mountlake Terrace
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