Remembering Skeeter Swift The sharpshooting hoopster from Alexandria could play (and talk) a good game.

Tighty Whitey: Swift was a rare Caucasian who could hold court in D.C.
Photo courtesy of Skeeter Swift

Skeeter Swift, at 63, says he’s just happy to be remembered by anybody, anywhere.

Truth is, folks all over the place find Swift unforgettable. Next week, the current resident of Kingsport, Tenn., will be inducted into the Tennessee Sports Hall of Fame. Swift earned the honor by leading unrenowned East Tennessee State University to the Sweet 16 of the 1968 NCAA basketball tournament.

But Swift was born and reared in Alexandria, and he’s also remembered well around here. Morgan Wootten, the iconic former DeMatha basketball coach, recollects him as “one of the great legends of athletics” in our region. Wil Jones, a playground superhero during his days at Dunbar and later as an All-American at American University, remembers him as “the most charismatic guy, and one of the best athletes, to ever come out of this area.” And, as a five-year veteran of the original ABA, he’s occasionally cited as one of only two Alexandrians (along with Earl Lloyd, the first black player in NBA history) ever to play pro ball in the U.S.

Swift’s greatest glories came as a multi-sport athlete at Alexandria’s George Washington High School in the mid-1960s, a time when there was no fame like that enjoyed by the high school star.

“We had so many papers in this town covering us then,” says Swift, in a heavy Southern drawl that he brought with him from Alexandria when he left for college in Tennessee. “We had the Washington Post, the Star, the Washington Daily News, the Alexandria Gazette, and the Northern Virginia Sun covering high school sports. So if you were a good athlete, you were a really big deal.”

Swift was a big enough deal to have the city of Alexandria proclaim a Skeeter Swift Day in the 1960s. (“That was quite an honor,” he says. “But I lost my key to the city.”) By then, Swift had done big things. He was the quarterback on GW’s football team, but the play on the gridiron that helped build the legend of Skeeter Swift came as a kicker. In the opening game of the 1963 season, against Annandale, Swift lined up to kick a field goal, but the holder couldn’t place the bad snap, so Swift grabbed the ball and drop-kicked it 28 yards through the uprights. GW went on to upset the always powerful Atoms, 16–7.

“I always heard he kicked it with his left leg, his off-leg,” says Wootten. “That’s the kind of thing Skeeter Swift would do. What a guy.”

But basketball was where Swift’s heart was, and where his legend was sturdiest. He says his home life as a kid was ruined by alcoholism and abusive family relationships. He wasn’t a good student, either. But the hardwood always provided a refuge. The 6-foot-3, 230-pound guard was named to All-Met teams by all the area’s major publications in both his junior and senior years at GW, despite what he recalls as having “two strikes against” him: “I was white and from Virginia,” he says. None of the other players on D.C.’s 1964 or 1965 all-star teams met those criteria.

Swift worked hard to overcome those handicaps. The boys clubs of Alexandria where he first learned to play had some talent but no one who could challenge him. So he went to where the best players hung out. “When I was in 11th grade, I started riding my bike into D.C. to find the best games,” he says. “I didn’t go to camps. I learned how to play basketball on the best playgrounds.”

He ended up at Kelly Miller playground, a hangout in Northeast where future NBA Hall of Famers and local playground gods Elgin Baylor and Dave Bing once roamed. Swift remembers being immediately awed by the talent level and charisma of the all-black clique of Kelly Miller regulars. He was particularly taken by Wil “Little Willie” Jones.

“I’d never seen anybody like Willie Jones,” Swift says. “He was this little guy who could do it all, and he played like nobody I’d ever seen before, just talking the whole time, talking trash at people while he whipped ’em. I remember the first time I saw him play, he’s running at the hoop and scoring while yelling at the guy guarding him, ‘In your eyes, where beauty lies!’ I said to myself, ‘That guy’s full of shit, but he’s great!’ I’ll never forget him, and I’m so thankful for all those guys at the playground who taught me about the game.”

Jones, now living in Virginia Beach, remembers Swift could talk a good game, too.

“On the playground, whoever had called ‘Next!’ got to pick who he played with,” says Jones. “And here comes Skeeter on his bike, showing up. Nobody at Kelly Miller was going to pick a white boy. Skeeter was the only white boy, and so he sat. Then he started driving over to Kelly Miller with a whole crew of white boys. Just for a second, imagine the magnitude of that, what it took for a [white] guy, in those times, to say, ‘You won’t pick me? I’m coming anyway!’”

And once Swift brought his paleface posse and got on the Kelly Miller court, he showed he belonged, Jones says.

“If you win, you stay on; you lose, you’re gone,” says Jones, who adds that Swift wouldn’t let any black kids join his team, because of how he’d been snubbed himself, but he kept winning anyway. “And as soon as they’d win five in a row,” Jones says, “Skeeter and his crew would all just quit and jump back in the car. Wild-ass Skeeter would moon all of us and call us names driving off. I can see his ass sticking out the window right now! Just so much charisma, a magnetic guy. I love Skeeter Swift.”

Swift didn’t make every squad he wanted to. While at George Washington, he tried out for a traveling all-star squad coached by Wootten. “But Morgan cut me. He said I wasn’t good enough,” Swift says.

Wootten later hired Swift to work at his basketball camps during high school and college. “But he never admitted he made a mistake cutting me,” Swift says, chuckling. “I ended up being a dear friend of Morgan Wootten, and he’s a special individual and a treasure for basketball and for things outside of basketball.…But Morgan could have told me he was wrong.”

Wootten doesn’t feel sorry for Swift.

“Kermit Washington didn’t make that team either, so Skeeter was in great company,” says Wootten. (Washington, from Coolidge High School, went on to average 20 points and 20 rebounds over his career at American University, becoming the last NCAA D-1 player to put up those numbers.)

After his NCAA tourney triumph, Swift was drafted by the NBA’s Milwaukee Bucks but opted to take an offer from the ABA’s expansion New Orleans Buccaneers. He bounced around to four more teams in as many seasons, and his career ended with the original San Antonio Spurs. When his hoops career ended, Swift transferred his competitive energies to industrial chemical sales. He’s currently battling lymphoma, which he was diagnosed with last summer. He’s been through a round of chemotherapy and is scheduled to start radiation treatments just after his Hall of Fame induction.

“I never got hurt playing ball. So the way I look at it, all in all, my body has been good to me,” he says. “So don’t feel sorry for me.”

Just remember him.

Our Readers Say

I'm from Del-Ray and you probably don't remember me as a youngster but you took the time to teach me about the game, the competition, and the spirit. I went on to be a part of the 1968 George Washington High School Team (your school) that advanced to Charlottesville in the State Finals. We lost by one point that night in March of 68, but your legend lives on. My nickname has been Skeeter since then and still is today. My thoughts, as well as all of my friends are with you for a safe and speedy recovery. I was there when you dropped kicked the ball in 63 and we all know you can drop kick another. We also know it's going through the posts, as well as most all your shots through the cylinder. So you see, you got it licked already. Bless you my friend and On GW!!!!!
Ken Thomas
Raymond Ave
Del Ray
Alexandria, VA
Skeeter, Remember the CYO league and the BSS, St. Mary's games we played against each other. We had a great time as kids. I now live in Aiken, SC and Played golf today with a classmate of yours at GW, Donnie Seemuller. We had no idea we were both from No. VA until we started chatting. Hope you read this it would be great if we could reconnect.
Bill Bourbeau
341 Ascot Dr.
Aiken SC 29803
Skeeter, Kenny Thomas, who made the first post above, did used to be nicknamed "Skeeter". Kenny was a good friend and teammate of mine at GW High School. I played at GW High the two years following your graduation and then moved to Bristol, Tennessee and played my senior year at Tennessee High and later graduated from ETSU. Somehow I kept running across your path. It brought back many memories reading about your basketball experiences in the Washington DC area. Particularly the trash talking and intimation techniques which I picked up along the way. I'm sorry to hear about your lymphoma and will be rooting for your return to health. The folks who never saw you play have no idea what they missed. I've often said, "Skeeter was like a white Magic Johnson." That was the only way I knew how to describe the wonder of it all. It seems like I saw you win about five games in the last few seconds over the years you were playing. It was like watching a magician. It's been about 15 to 20 years since I saw you and we talked at Ryan's Steakhouse in Bristol. Thanks for the magical memories.

It was so good speaking with you this evening and knowing that you're doing OK. It was especially important that you took the time to contact me and to rekindle the old Dey Ray Days. You are, have been, and will always be a legend for the ages. Your remarkable career and continued charisma is something to be proud of. I look forward to hearing from you soon and wish you all the luck in the world. I pass to you one of my favorite passages, as the man in the glass is YOUR FRIEND!.

Best of Luck Skeeter,

Ken Thomas
Roanoke, VA

The Man In The Glass

When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you king for a day,
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
And see what that man has to say.

For it isn’t your father or mother or wife
Whose judgment upon you must pass.
The fellow whose verdict counts most in you life
Is the one staring back from the glass.

You may be like Jack Horner and chisel a plum
And think you’re a wonderful guy.
But the man in the glass says you’re only a bum
If you can’t look him straight in the eye.

He’s the fellow to please-never mind all the rest,
For he’s with you clear to the end.
And you’ve passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the man in the glass is your friend.

You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as you pass.
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you’ve cheated the man in the glass.
Skeeter is my father and growing up I remember this passage it always stays with me. Thats very true in everything you do. Thanks dad!!!
Skeeter, you and I go back to the early '60s where we first met in the 8th grade at Jefferson Middle School. We were both at GW for 2 years before my family moved to Loudoun County in '62. During the 3 years we played together, you taught me a lot about the game..I've never forgotten the games at Boy's Club, Westwood and Mt.Vernon Summer league.

Hope that all is going well with you.

Larry Stepp
Ft. Belvoir, Va.
As a non-starter on the Wakefield High team (Arlington,Va), I had the opportunity to play against Skeeter two years (one year JV, one varsity), so I saw his early skills firsthand. In the NVA Tournament my junior year, GW beat us rather easily with Skeeter & John Kemper scoring 38 points between them (I totaled 4 in what proved to be my last high school game, as I did not make the team as a senior). The next year, I watched Wakefield beat GW in a close game in the Tournament finals, though Skeeter, then a junior, scored 33 points in the loss (both qualified for the Virginia state tournament, but GW went further).
I followed Skeeter's career as a pro, however had not given much thought to him in recent years. Out of the blue several weeks ago I received a call from Skeeter, who had gotten my number from an old Wakefield teammate. He invited me to attend a gathering of former Northern Virginia players and coaches that he was planning for the spring of 2011 in Alexandria. It was then I learned what kind of man Skeeter Swift had become. When he asked me if I had any info on other guys who had played at Wakefield, I shared with him the story of Tony Duehring, an outstanding basketball and baseball player (class of 1965) who was paralyzed in a tragic auto accident at age 21, right after receiving his commission as an Army Second Lieutenant. Skeeter remembered Tony, even his number 20, and as he learned I was going to be visiting Tony before Christmas at the Veterans Nursing Home in DC, he immediately made it a priority in his schedule, and arranged it so he could accompany me and another of Tony's teammates, Clayton Powell. We made it happen yesterday, and it was like four brothers getting together after a long separation, yet the only prior connection Skeeter had with any of us had been on the court.
It really was a blessing for all of us, and while we would have preferred that Tony not be in the wheelchair, we were united by our common faith and belief that Tony would one day be free of it at our reunion in heaven. In the here and now, Skeeter insisted on talking to Tony's social worker, and began making plans to have Tony transported to the player and coaches event this coming April. Met a lot of interesting people in my life, but never one more unique than Skeeter. Love you, brother!
Jim Wheatley
Warrenton, VA

As a first year senior starter from Hammond High, I remember to this day being guarded by Skeeter Swift! It was a man guarding a boy! Skeeter was 6'3" and 230lbs, and I was 6'6" and 185lbs. We lost both games to GW that year, as nobody could stop Skeeter Swift.
After attending Gulf Coast Jr. College in Panama City, FL. for a year, I was awarded a 4 year scholarship at the University Of Kentucky, and played for legendary Coach Adolph Rupp. I rode the pines the entire time, and was put in the game after Dan Issel scored his 40+ points.
I look forward to seeing everyone at Skeeter's event in Alexandria scheduled for April 16th, 2011.
Skeeter, I didn't see it anywhere in your article but I remember you as a teacher at VCU and assistant coach to Dana Kirk. You taught a basketball class and one of the requirements was to keep a file of all the ball handling drills. The class was in 75 or 76.I kept that file and passed it on to the head basketball coach at Varina high in VA. Since then I have crossed paths with Coach Rudicil a few times. Its been years since we last spoke and he has retired from teaching but still coaches some. During our last conversation he said he still pulls the drills out at the beginning of each season.
Skeeter, Recently talked to my old teammate, Charlie Thompson, about your reunion and he told me that you asked about me. Can't tell you what a compliment that was! You were "THE MAN" and I'm sure you still are ! I'll bet you did not know that in addition to high school, I also played against you in 8th grade. I played for St. Anthony's while you were playing for St. Mary's. We tried very hard to hate you back then because we thought you were "such a showoff." It didn't work!
Hope you are doing well with this thing and I'm sending you lots of positive thoughts and energy! Looking forward to seeing you in April!
Mike McKinley PS Don't you wish we'd had "the 3" back then?
Skeeter, You may not remember me, no one special. But, You was injured while playing for Kentucky, New Jersey or the Va Squirles & came to GW, I think it was in 1972 or 1973 & I played you in a one on one. You also played a guy named Randy Harris, who won a game against you. You were not playing hard, just trying to exercise your sore knee. I appreciate the pep talk & down to earth brotherly love you showed us. I also appreciate the comment on Will Jones. Steve Bacon West Springfield says he was the best shooter he has seen & Will Jones brother Frank was a Manager @ The Postal Service that was a great human being who I conducted Union business with & who took me to the hospital when I had glass in my eye. I am convinced, I have been aquainted with some great human beings & really hope you kick that lyphomia in the ass, like you did in basketball.

Hi Skeeter:

Hope things are going good for you.
Thanks for the picture you sent.
Send me some info on the event in Alexandria in APRIL 2011.

Ginny and I would love to attend the event.

Good luck and God Bless to Alexandria's greatest athlete.
Skeeter: I heard about your health from John Pollard and wanted to pass on
my hopes for a recovery. I know you would never give up (Jim Valvano) I hope
you remember the St Mary's court, the Alexandria Boy's Club. I am a bit older GWHS class of 60 and I remember your days in little league basball.
I think you played SS for J & S, I was playing for Hopkins Furniture in the
JR Major League, played with Bucky Stephens, Frank House, Bobby Clore, Frank
House and that bunch. I remember you seemed like the biggest kid in Little
League and Buckey was the biggest kid in Jr Majors. Bucky was strong as an ox and relly could bring the ball as a lefthander, he just had a hard
time getting it over the plate. Well Skeeter, good luck on the fight, i
will be praying for you, your old Potomac River Rat friend, Dave Murray

Did you get my Message? George Cook's good to find this article about you. Good luck in fighting the lymphoma. I graduated from JEB Stuart in 1964. We had a fierce rivalry with GW for best team in the league that year, GW winning the showdown game in our gym on George Washington's Birthday. Skeeter fouled out, but as usual, was the dominant force in the game. A guy named Medlin kept hitting shots from the corner and that beat the Stuart team.

When we played GW in football in the fall of 1963, Skeeter was playing defensive back. One of our coaches would yell, "Hey Skeeter. We're going over your head for six." Skeeter finally looked over to the coach and just shot him the finger. We thought that extraordinary back then.

There was a summer basketball league for high school teams, sponsored by local businesses. The black high schools--Parker-Gray, Hoffman-Boston, would join in against the usual white northern Virginia powers. Our players had been in the locker room getting ready for a game. There was a black team in there getting redy too. Skeeter came storming angrily into the locker room. He'd just been kicked out of a game, and the referee was a black guy. All the black guys knew Skeeter. "Hey, Skeeter, hey man!" Skeeter just answered, "Aw, go f... yourselves. I just got kicked out of a game by some other n....r." We white bread suburban type guys were horrified. But the black guys just laughed. "Hey, Skeeter, you don't mean that, man." Only Skeeter could have gotten away with that.

I saw him the next year, his senior year, in a game against an overmatched Fall Church high school team. GW came out to warm up, and as high school players did, each guy would fly through the layup drill, showing how high they could jump or perhaps some fancy move. Skeeter just trotted and threw up half hearted shots. Then, as the warmup continued, he sat down on the bench and put a towel over his legs. Falls Church was going to slow it down, play a zone. GW came down on offense. They spread out. Skeeter stood beyond the key, clapped his hands, got the pass, flipped one in from over his head--swish. Two nothing. This happened on four successive times down the court. Four long shots, four swish, score eight nothing and Falls Church was out of the game plan.

I was at the Wakefield game that year--the league final. As I recall, the whole Wakefield team lined up and shook his hand after he'd sat down after fouling out. I'd never seen that before, have never seen it since. And Wakefield, which had had one black player the year before (big Willie Ricks, great rebounder), was that year an entirely black squad--the former Hoffman-Boston team I presume.

"Remember the Titans" notwithstanding, there were black players in that league long before TC Williams opened. A guy name Rust played for Hammond. Preston Blackwell played for James Madison in football and basketball from 1962. W-L had a couple of black football players and Wakefield had a great center and heavyweight wrestler named Randall. JEB Stuart had a black guy on the b-ball team 62-63, but he rarely played.

Good luck to you Skeeter. Thanks for the memories...Bill Thompson JEB Stuart 1964
Hi Skeeter,
You most likely do not remember me but we got to know each thru Eddie Keller & Richard Treger,I was younger and went to RE Lee elem. w/ them. We played a whiffle ball one on one baseball game in the Boys Club gym...the kind if you hit the backboard it was HR, the wall mat a double, etc; well one of my proudest moments in my sports life life, which icluded being a football coach with several unbeaten teams and championships, was beating you in the one on one whiffle ball game by hitting a HR off you in the last inning. I was so proud and you got upset with my trash talking, you hit me with the whiffle ball & it stuck to my side. You then chased me out of the gym and I ran into Coach Ron Mattalavge almost knocking him over and you just laughed and laughed and bought me a coke.It is a story I have told my 3 sons several times. Thanks for giving me a graet memory I have cheered since I was about 12 yrs old. God Bless you Skeeter,
Joe Runion, age 61, Warrenton, VA.
I forgot to add this important part of the story of the JEB Stuart-GW football game in the fall of 1963. I mentioned our assistant coach yelling at Skeeter, who was playing defensive back, that we were going over his head for a touchdown. Sure enough, a tall, fast end (basketball player Whit Campbell) caught a pass over Skeeter's head and took it down to the goal line. Stuart scored. Skeeter blocked the extra point. When GW scored, Skeeter kicked the extra point and GW won that game 7-6. I have a friend who went to Annandale. He told me of the impromptu drop kick for a field goal and I thought the tale may have been invented. But apparently it is true.

Bill Thompson
JEB Stuart 1964
Skeeter, I remember you as a little fat kid who used to come to the Alexandria Boys Club. You would steal our ball and we would chase you around the gym. Soon thereafter, everyone was saying, "watch Skeeter". You had developed unbelievable skills with a basketball! If it were today, you would have been on YouTube. A bunch of us GWites went to DC to watch you play for the New Orleans Bucs. I hope you heard us yelling, "we want Skeeter..we want Skeeter". Since you were a rookie you didn't start but sure made us proud. You are one person I will never forget! You not only talked the talk, you walked the walk and let your skills speak for you. You're an inspiration to us for your strong work ethic. I'm looking forward to seeing you April 16th.
You kind beat this illness,you are a winner.
Skeeter, Check out Facebook "Growing up in Alexandria". Then click on the VIDEO tab. There's a video of a bunch of JR and Boy's Club kids having a good ole time at Ft. Hunt and the boulevard. Guess who's the first person in the guessed it....Skeeter. Joe Murphy and I will be at the gathering in April.
Skeeter Swift, a great name from the past !!! My Dad, Bernie Niland helped coach you at little St. Mary's... I remember many conversations about you at our dinner table in the early 60's...
Dad would always talk say " This boy is something"
My older sister, Lori was in your class at GW and we went to all the games while you were playing at GW..... We all loved watching you especially Dad...
Thank you # 41 for all the great memories...Watching you play with Kenny Barnett, Jay Mills, Bob Mason and Jeffy Dowdy...Great times !!
God Bless and take good care of yourself...
Skeeter Swift was always a smooth athlete. All things that could be said about him have been said, but I feel there will be more interesting stories and testimonies during this reunion. Skeeter asked me to come to the reunion because he felt I might add something to the mix. But, I will say if I could go I would be in much amazement of all the top notch athletes that are planning to attend. Being friends with Mike Mckinley and going to school with Mike and playing on the JV and one year of varsity basketball, we always get into conversations about the times back in high school when we talk on the phone or when I visit up from Alabama. Skeeter Swift would always be the topic of several interesting stories Mike would tell about his encounters with basketball players on the hard courts. Mike is an excellent story teller and I can visualize every story and would relive the magic that Skeeter possessed.

Talking with Skeeter on the phone a couple of times about the reunion have really made me wish I could adjust my college teaching schedule down here in Alabama. Just from those couple of phone conversations with skeeter I can tell this reunion event is going to be something very special and will hopefully will be one event that repeats every year.

I try and visit with Mike and his wife Sue as often as they will let me come up for a few days during the summer. I am sure Mike will have lots of interesting stories to tell about the event when I come up for my next visit.

Good lock Skeeter and I am hoping and praying for a positive breakthrough in your health and I know very well that your reunion will be a blessing to everyone.
Skeeter, I found out about you when I started collecting cards as a little boy. I hope and pray God heals you, but most of all that Christ is or remains #1 in your mind and heart.
I found this thread doing a google of my only and favorite uncle. I remember all the things he ever told me about the game. His story will reveal a severly disfunctional family life that has never recovered. As his nephew I have missed a great deal not talking to him as he has aged. Having said that, I am trying to reach out to him. I pray for him daily and have for a long time. Uncle Skeeter, God Bless You my man. I suspect you will recover from this latest set back. You are a survivor !!!

I graduated from ETSU in '68. loved watching skeeter. he became my chemical paper salesman in Bristol,TN.
Nice guy! Take care of your body, Skeeter.
Skeeter, I graduated with you in 1965. Sorry to hear of your illness. You are in my prayers. God Bless You!
Can't tell you what great fun I've had reading all the comments and remembering the wonderful days at GW.
You are in my Prayers.
Kay and I are still married and together, Thank God!
We live in the Shenandoah Valley now, have raised 4 Children and have 12 Grandchildren....
Would love to see you sometime. If you are ever out this way, give us a call: 540-465-1551
Christ be with you, Mickey Evans
Hello, Skeeter
You do not know me but I do know you. I worked with your sister at the Alexandria Police Department way back. And I observed you from afar. My father was a great basketball player at Parker-Gray and the great Earl Lloyd thought he should have been a professional basketball player at only 5'8. I am sure many people remember Lloyd Diggs. I also went to George Washington H.S. though by nickname was Skeeter at birth, many people added swift to my name in your honor. I also could hoop but not on your level. Once I observed you and Earl Quash playing a one on one. To me that was a awesome display by you.

Thank you for the memories

Lloyd Diggs Jr.
Visit if you need a good Father's Day gift. Also, check out this Facebook page for lots of photos, some video, radio interviews, clippings, etc.

Really enjoyed the story, Dave, as well as "The Legendary pickup basketball game" at
I remember my sister talking me to watch you play at G.W. we lived in John Roberts and I was a bat boy for the baseball team.
I remember when you played basketball for St. Mary's
grade school. Still have the team photo.
Hi Skeeter,
Sorry to hear of your lymphoma. I hope that you're doing ok. I would be neat to speak to you. I played basketball for St. Louis grade school before you played at St. Mary's. I attended basketball camp in the summer of 1974 at W. T. Woodson high school. That is where I met you. You showed us drills and signed a book that I still have. I ended being the "One on One" winner for the entire camp. Still have the trophy. Other attendees at the camp were Tom McMillian and Moses Malone. If you're ever interested in chatting my name is Gene Crowley. (404) 933-9009
Hi Harley!
I was a ball boy at the Bucks rookie camp run by Hubie Brown. It was you,Henry Smith from Missouri,Larry Mikan from Minnesota, Allie McGuire from Marquette, Johnny Butler from Carthage,and others. I never forgot your dynamic offensive ability and that perfect rotation on your shots. You were the standout player. I learned from watching you play those few days in Milwaukee.I enjoyed a small college career at Illinois Wesleyan w/Jack Sikma.
Thanks for the memories & good luck with everything! KW
I was at Annandale HS during the Swift era and saw that damned drop kick----one the most amazing plays ever. First time I saw Skeeter he was a soph who looked 30 and calmly would look at clock, dribbling the seconds away before launching a 35 foot shot clean thru net. Absolutely the most colorful athlete to come out of Northern Va. Stay strong Skeeter, and, yes you are remembered.
Yes, Skeeter, I remember you--Do you remember me??????? High school, Alexandria, VA. St. Mary's Academy. If you do remember, e-mail me, sy hi and let me know how you are doing. I have alreay been thru what you are doing right now and can only this--positive attitude is 95% of the cure! Please be in touch.
Skeeter you were my assistant coach at Daniel Boone High School while Bobby Snyder was my head coach 1975-I own a business in Kingsport-Please email me back so I can arrange to take you to lunch-Thanks Mark

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