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The second time I made a mistake

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Mike’s Minute

By Mike Aldridge

By Mike Aldridge, Sports writer

My dad always told me when he made a mistake that it was the second one he ever made.  The first was when he thought he was wrong.  

So that is what I am saying to begin this article that I just made my second mistake.  

I left Taylor Bolin’s name out of the results from the state track meet and now I am making amends the best that I can.

Bolin pole vaulted 13 feet to finish second in the State AA pole vault a couple of Fridays ago at the University of Kentucky Track and Field venue.  

This is quite an accomplishment for Taylor, who--as pole vaulters go--has really not been competing all that many years.  

Many of the pole vaulters have been doing so since they were in middle school and Taylor only started a couple of years ago. The 13-foot jump actually tied for first but Taylor was awarded second due to number of misses at the lower heights.  

This effort puts Taylor amongst the best pole vaulters ever at good old HCHS and I am truly sorry to have not included him in the previous article.

It is truly ironic that I missed on reporting the pole vault results since that was the one event that my two brothers and I were okay in as young people.  

My younger brother, John, was the best of the three of us though when we had our back yard track meets my older brother and I made it difficult for him to beat us.  

We were always doing things like knocking the bar off while he was running to stick the pole in the ground or while he was in the air in mid jump.  Somehow he managed to overcome the abuse to excel where the two of us were just okay in the event.  

We used to hold neighborhood track meets at our house, which could include as many as 10 or 12 kids to four or five including our cousins, who were close to our ages.  

Since Tell City was a furniture manufacturing city, we had plenty of saw dust for pits and lots of wood around to build standards for pole vaulting and high jumping.  

We used saw horses with long dowel rods across them for hurdles and ran the mile and half mile in the horse pasture much to the dismay of the horses.  

We used bricks for the shot put and an improvised spear for the javelin throw.  

It was quite an event usually with only one or two fights per meet.  

That was actually an improvement over most of our brotherly games.  

Basketball always resulted in a variation of solid blocking out to downright fighting.  That is the way brothers play with each other or at least that is how the Aldridge boys played.  

Christmas time always had a family basketball game, which ended abruptly on most occasions with brother battling brother or maybe a cousin who when we were growing up were like brothers.  

But, even with the skirmishes, we all remember the games and track meets with fondness.  

 It seems to me like a time that families did more together that created great memories.  It was a simpler time and one that many of us would like to see again.