This team was led
by Bill Martin. He was a silent leader and did most of his leading by
example. He was a fine outside shot. Nick Nichols was the center and
although he played some excellent games he never seemed to quite reach
the potential we hoped for and toward the end the human needle, Darrell
Fry began to take over. Dan Coulter was another of those little guards
who had the heart of a lion. Mike Holen came up from the J.V.'s to move
in at forward and settle that position for the next two years. Mr.
Muscles, Jim Tienhaara, was the other forward along with Tom Tarbox.
Bill Carter, Larry
Beach, Marty Hotvet, Dave Garrison and Greg Morrison filled out the
squad. Morrison was extremely quick and at times a fine performer for
East, This team did not have a winning season but they could beat West,
and they did, two out of three times. They lost to the best N.K. team I
had ever seen in thirty years of being in this area and this cut them
out of a State Tourney Berth. This team played many close games and were
thrilling to watch. Holen had excellent timing on rebounding and
Tienhaara was a fine left handed shooter from way out. Martin was always
just one step away from being a fine player but as a boy you couldn't
The reserves were
interesting people. Carter had the speed and determination of a tiger.
He once played for two weeks with a broken bone in his foot. It hurt,
but he wanted to play and the old coach let him ahead and play. He
did with nary a complaint. Garrison as a fine shooter but slow of foot.
He was a real student of the game and made up in brains what he lacked
in natural ability. Beach was just Larry Beach. Perhaps the worst foul
shooter it has ever been my pleasure to coach, and it was a pleasure to
coach Beach. Larry was a real hustler and could be depended upon to do
his best. Marty Hotvet was a runner. He put in more miles around the gym
than anyone and by the time he graduated he was a pretty fair ball
player. Again we may not have torn up the league but we had fun and the
kids were great.