by Wayne23 » Tue Nov 24, 2015 11:04 pm
January 1, 1963
77-67 over Toledo. 21, 8 for Jax, a big 30, 6, 3 for Fox, WAY more than he has ever scored for us. Mann had 14, 2, 4. Only 12 TOs.
We start the week at 5-7, 0-1 Eastern Michigan, and then we’re back home with 9-3, 1-0 Central Michigan.
Loretta heads back to New York tomorrow. It was good to see her again.
January 8
60-50 at Eastern Michigan. 23, 15 for Jax, 13, 6 for Ward, 12, 5 for Jost. Easily the best performance from the front court all season. Jax is always amazing but tonight he had lots of help. 37 RBs (+12).
61-44 over Central Michigan. 26, 13 for Jax, 10, 6, 3 for Ward, 10, 6 for Quin, 8, 5 for Jost. 40 RBs (+23).
3-0 start in conference and RPI is now #24. We are playing the best ball of the season.
Jay Jax has been steadily climbing in the Norton Award rankings. He is now all the way up to #2. He is generally considered to be the best big man in the country. He is averaging 26.2, 11.9. 2nd in scoring in the country, 1st in rebounding.
We start the week here against 7-7, 1-2 Northern Illinois, and then go to 10-6, 1-2 Ball ST.
It seems I have developed an infection in my left hand. That bad cut I received back in November seemed to heal well, but then an infection developed. We treated it at the university hospital. It is back, and the doctor I am seeing seems very concerned.
“A bad burn never really heals, Coach. It leaves behind so much dead tissue that the area around it is always in jeopardy.”
“What can I expect?”
“Well, we should be aggressive in treating it because there is a great deal of danger if we cannot control and eliminate the infection. If it were to spread it could be bad.”
“How so?”
“There could be danger to the hand, and even to the lower part of the arm.”
“What kind of danger?”
“Danger of gangrene… If that were to happen you could lose the hand, the wrist, perhaps even a little more of the arm.”
I drove straight home after seeing the doctor. I skipped practice to speak with grandma. She looked at the wound again. She had sent me to the doctor to begin with.
“… Your doctor is right, Marcus. This is a very dangerous wound.”
“Can you do anything?”
“I could do a lot of things but I’m not sure that whatever I might do might interfere with what he’s doing.”
“All he’s doing so far is giving me something called ampicillin, he says very large doses. It’s related to penicillin, newer and supposed to be better.”
“I don’t know that any poultice I might use might not interfere with that. Best to let the doctor take care of this.”
I’m not so sure. Grandma got me through the first time better than any doctor could have.
January 15
85-71. 40, 9, 2, 3 for Jax, 12, 5, 2, 2 for Quin, 13 for Ward. We led all the way, and we’re the only 4-0 team in conference.
64-54 at Ball ST. We took an early lead and never looked back. It was not as close as the final score. 21, 12 for Jax, 21 for Mann. +10 RBs. The only downside, was, as usual TOs. We had 19.
This week 2-14, 0-5 Bowling Green is here, and then we go to 4-12. 3-2 Akron, which has been disappointing. They were expected to challenge us. Who knows, they may.
I believe our tough non-conference schedule really prepared us well for conference play. We are 5-0, RPI #19. We are dominating our opponents in every area except ball handling, -4.1 TOs, -1.7 assists, -3.3 steals. If not for that no one in conference would be able to challenge us.
Ruth Ann snuck off to a rally/protest in Detroit. On Tuesday she said she had been invited to spend the weekend at a friend’s house. Ruth Ann has never lied to us so we didn’t question it. It turns out the friend had told her parents she was staying here. They boarded a bus for Detroit shortly after school. They went to a speech by Dr. King on Friday evening and even got to meet both him and his wife afterward. They lied to them as well, saying that their parents knew.
Then on Saturday afternoon there was a big march supporting Dr. King’s efforts to desegregate schools, buses, restaurants, etc. There was some name calling and a few rocks were thrown by a small group of whites, but no one was hurt.
On Saturday evening they went to another speech. They stayed with some teens in Detroit who they had been corresponding with for some time. Then on Sunday they boarded a bus back here and arrived in Kalamazoo at about 5:30 p.m.
They would have gotten away with it but for a strange coincidence. Their track coach was putting his sister on a bus after her visit to his family. He saw the girls as they got off the bus and went right over to them. The story they gave did not come close to adding up. He put them in his car, took them to his home, and called us and the other girls’ parents. By the time we got there the girls were both crying, but Ruth Ann was still defiant.
“It was the BEST experience of my LIFE and you would NEVER have let me go! I’m not sorry.”
“Coach, I deeply appreciate what you’ve done. We’d like to discuss this with Ruth Ann in the privacy of our home.”
We drove home and did just that, but not right away.
“Ruth Ann, you’re tired, and excited, and upset. Please go to your room and take a nap. We’ll discuss this after supper.”
We did, and she was a bit calmer. Callie, grandma, and I took the opportunity the nap provided to discuss strategy. When we had the talk we remained calm, and we focused on Ruth Ann’s dishonesty, and on the danger she had put herself in by going to a strange city and staying with people she had never met. Mostly we talked about honesty.
Ruth Ann tried to “get us going” but we never rose to the bait. After a long time she began to understand what we were trying to say.
“I know it was wrong. I’m not sorry though, I’m not! I’m sorry I lied to you; I am sorry about that. But I didn’t know how else to make it work.”
We explained about trust, and how easy it is to break, and how difficult it is to gain back.
We saved the most difficult part for last. And I had the duty of speaking.
“Ruth Ann, I know how this will upset you, but I am going to write to Dr. and Mrs. King-”
“NO!!!”
“Yes. You lied to them, as well as to us.”
“NO! PLEASE!”
“Ruth Ann, actions have consequences.”
“He’ll never let me help him again! He won’t write to me anymore.”
“First, I’m sure you’re wrong. I believe he will find some wise words to write to you, words that you will listen to more so than our words. And he is a loving, forgiving man. He will instruct you, and he will set limits, but he is not the type of man to abandon you.”
She just kept crying. After a while she let me hold her as she cried.
“It’s not the end of the world, child. You will learn a hard lesson here, but if you DO learn it, you’ll be a better person.”
“I want- no I NEED to help with this, daddy.”
“I know. And at 16 you feel like you’ve waited long enough. We’ll talk about how you can help with the struggle after you hear from Dr. King.”
My infection was not getting better, but the doctor and grandma did not think it was getting worse.
January 22
80-39 over Bowling Green here. This became embarrassing. We could do no wrong. I didn’t play my starters long, but my subs continued the onslaught. +23 RBs.
We shot 57.8%, they shot 33.3%. 49-16 at the half.
69-54 at Akron. 34, 7 for Jax, 17 for Mann. They led 2-3 times early but we went on a run and were never threatened after that.
Central Michigan is 2 back, everyone else is 3 or more back of us.
We are playing very, very well.
We are at 10-9, 4-3 Kent ST, and then here with 9-9, 4-3 Miami (OH).
We’re 13-5, 7-0. I thought we might be ranked. We are not.
Dr. King’s letter arrived quickly. We do not open Ruth Ann’s mail but grandma takes the mail into the house so we knew it had come. I handed the letter to Ruth
Ann when she arrived home after a debate meeting. She looked the letter over as if she wanted to be certain that we had not opened it. Then she walked toward the stairs.
“Ruth Ann-”
“It’s my letter!”
“Yes, of course it is. And we have no intention of asking to see it. But we are hoping that you will be willing to discuss what Dr. King said, if not today, then within 2-3 days.”
She looked at each of us, sort of half nodded, and went to her room.
We didn’t push it.
The following day, at dinner, she looked at me and said, “You were right.”
I looked at her but didn’t say anything.
“He told me that I mustn’t lie to him, or to any of you again. If I promise, he will find ways for me to help. He says I can make phone calls, write letters, or stuff his letters into envelopes, work in the office in Detroit, if you’ll let me, maybe some other things. When I graduate from high school I can work in his organization. If I don’t lie again he will find a job for me.”
“That’s wonderful, Ruth Ann.”
“I wish I could do more right now.”
“I know.”
The infection is becoming a major concern. I may need surgery soon. When I get back from the Kent ST game the doctor will take another look. He may just lance it, as grandma did way back when, or he may need to do more than that.
January 29
71-67 at Kent ST. Jay Jax carried us with 33 and 16, and he scored the last 4 points of the game on free throws. This was a battle, our first in conference play.
Neither team ever led by more than 7, and it went back and forth all night. 11, 6, 2 for Ward, 8, 4, 6 for Fox. -5 TOs, but +12 RBs.
78-66 over Miami (OH). 35, 12 for Jax, 16, 5, 4, 3 for Ward, 12 for Mann. 11 TOs (+9).
Ad Wood banged up his hip. Day to day.
Jay Jax is at #2 in the Norton list.
This week we travel to 8-12, 4-5 Ohio, then host 11-9, 4-5 Buffalo.
All of our recruits hit our SAT score.
We’re 2 games up on Central Michigan and 4 or more on everyone else.
Grandma and Ruth Ann will go to Detroit this weekend to work in Dr. King’s office there. We are not comfortable sending Ruth Ann alone and grandma volunteered.
“My daddy was born a slave. It’s time I do my part in this.”
Wallace has a game in town so they will see him play, and visit with him after the game.
I saw the doctor. He did a very thorough examination. Then he asked me to get dressed so we could talk.
“The infection is bad. It’s deep and it’s spreading. It isn’t gangrene yet, but it’s headed that way. The safest course to take, in order to save your life, is to take the arm off, just below the elbow.”
It became very quiet.
“Can’t we try to lance and drain it?”
“We could… But if we don’t go deep enough, and if we don’t get it all, it will just spread and endanger you. Coach, this is serious, and it is most definitely life threatening.”
“… Drain it.”
“All right. We need to do it tomorrow morning. Report to the hospital within two hours. Don’t eat anything. And I’m going to have you sign a waver absolving me if things go badly. This will be more of a real surgery than just a lance and drain. You’ll be out of work for at least a few days, and once again, it is your decision but I do not believe it is the correct one.”
I explained everything, honestly, to Callie, grandma, and Ruth Ann. They all agreed that I was making a foolish decision but when they saw that I was determined, they were supportive.
I didn’t go to Ohio with the team.
When I woke from surgery the doctor was in the room.
“Well, we won’t know for a while, but we got a lot of poison out of that area. I wound up having to make a very long incision, and we drained a long way up the arm, almost to the elbow. I gave you a shot of morphine just a few minutes ago. You can have another one in six hours. Don’t wait for the pain. Ring for the shot 15 minutes ahead of time. And there will be a lot of pain.”
It couldn’t be as bad as the night when I was burned.
…
The pain wasn’t as bad as the original burn, but it was bad. And it didn’t get better for a day and a half. On the third day the doctor came in for his regular check. After that we spoke.
“At this point I think there’s a chance to save the arm- if we’re lucky, and if things keep going the way they’re going. There are no guarantees though. As I’ve told you, this kind of a burn never really completely heals.”
I left the hospital on the fourth day, but missed the Buffalo game as well as the Ohio game.
(NOTE: I just toughened up my in house recruiting rules)