Homecoming,
1972
N.C.S.A. Pickles responded to coach-quarterback Andy Wood’s public statement, “It looks like
we U nave a fine ball club this season,” with a sparkling 36-6 victory over the Winston-Salem State
Big-Uns. A real fine ball club...’’-this could well be the understatement of the year. The boys are
stars! ^
The Big-Uns defensive unit,
always a respected hard-nosed,
take an inch over my bloody arse
crew, was no match for the in
tricately developed, finely honed
Pickle offense. Equally
astounding, if not moreso, was
the Pickle defense. The W-S State
offense, who in the past few
years have established them
selves as one of the tou^est
around, promptly found
themselves made mincemeat of
by a defensive phenomenon. The
N.C.S.A. defensive team can
only be described as unparalleled
in the game of football. The Big-
Uns were allowed, rather lucked
into, one touchdown. It was a
freak play where the ball tipped
off the Pickle defensive safety’s
fibers right into the hands of a
Big-Un who just happened to be
standing around the goal at the
moment. All other W-S State
ground gaining attempts were
deftly sizzled.
Never in the history has a team
established itself so quickly as a
major football power. Success
like this naturaUy attracts the
public eye and they ask: “How do
they do it?” After observing the
Homecoming Weekend at
N.C.S.A., the writer has con
cluded toat the story of their
success lies in the total
dedication and 100 percent effort
of everyone involved... not only
the team but the fans too. Hiis
youthful artistic community
exhibited vitality, imagination,
and unwavering support for their
Pickles throughout the weekend.
Great enthusiasm was displayed
at the Homecoming Dance
Friday night before toe game.
Events at the hop included a
return appearance of the Andrew
Sisters and a dance contest. Carol
Levinson, Homecoming Queen,
relinquished her crown with a
tear and a heart-warming speech
to Miss Denise Myers who was
selected by an misecret ballot.
The day of the game, hordes of
people crowded the field.
Everyone cheered wildly-led by
the prettiest cheerleaders of anj
era. Two clowns escaped from
the circus and made a fast buck
off the crowd by selling pickles
for a nickel a piece. At half-time
the N.C.S.A. marching band
provided entertainment. And of
course there was the usual long
line of convertibles displaying
lovely people. Isadora Duncan
scarves were most popular with
those in the parade and luckily no
one was as unlucky as she. After
half-time, everyone turned in
tently back to the football team.
Winded players out for a rest
munched pickles and sipped
water from little green bottles as
proudly they watched their
teammates rool, on.
All in aU, it’s rather shocking to
see a team of such great tradition
at the W-S State Big-Uns totally
devastated; however, with a
team of young upstarts such as
the N.C.S.A. Pickles, on the
scene, football is liable to con
tinue te become a game of broken
tradition. - Stancil Bishop