It was Oscar's fault my euphoria dropped and my blood-pressure rocked. That I went from pride to panic. That I had to grab some friends and scour beneath the bleachers in my 'representing' suit.
How I Lost My Ticket (It’s Oscar’s Fault)
The ’68-’20 Parallel
When the Banquet Ended
One Night at the Marott: Part II
The timing of the banquet -- the last official gathering of these Mighty Blue Devils -- and its finish without distraction seemed to actualize Dr. King's dream that content of character brings unity to the body.
One Night at The Marott: Part I
We didn't realize it, but Bobby Kennedy, The Marrott Hotel and Shortridge would cross paths again before midnight, April 4, 1968.
Victory in Defeat
Among those who had seen countless numbers of the previous 57 state championship games Shortridge-Roosevelt was an instant classic. Many of the objective observations shared here to bring fresh appreciation to what participants of both teams achieved for their schools, their cities and even themselves.
How I Lost My Ticket (It’s Oscar’s Fault)
It was Oscar's fault my euphoria dropped and my blood-pressure rocked. That I went from pride to panic. That I had to grab some friends and scour beneath the bleachers in my 'representing' suit.
The Final (Four) Countdown
The last time a Satan team was in the Final Four the present coach, George Theofanis, was about a year old, and his team of '67-'68 wasn't near existing. That's probably the reason for the Satans' quickness and aggressiveness -- youth!
Welcome to Shortridge, IN
Shortridge basketball was just as important as any other high school, but Recorder readers recognized other nuances, especially how many thousand words were spoken through the pictures of chief photographer Jim Burres.
Semistate: The Stuff of Sweet 16 Dreams
In fulfilling their dream deferred in '67, Shortridge -- THE Indianapolis High School -- carried out the hopes of not just the student body, but the city. Yet, we were not the only dreamers.
Echoes of the Mighty Blue Devils 