Trosper got to hear a good story on his grandfather today.

 

Lee Glasscock was on my Dad's first team at Boyle in 1969. One day, Lee and Vaughn Bradley had been working all day in tobacco and were about to be late to practice. In making the trip from Perryville to Boyle County HS, they went flying by assistant coach, Morris Allen Stewart. They were driving way past the speed limit.

 

Lee says that they see everyone headed up to "Blood Hill" ....what was then the Rebel practice field and is now the site of the new Boyle County MS. Lee and Vaughn ran in the locker-room, got dressed, grabbed their helmets and sprinted to practice. They made it!

 

After the practice, my Dad says, "Lee and Vaughn.... I need to see you."

 

My Dad put them on the two man sled. They drove that sled from Blood Hill to Perryville Road. Then, they drove the sled back up to Blood Hill where they started. Probably about 300 + yards, one way.

 

When they got back to where they started, my Dad just told them, "When you come to practice, you need to do it slower. "

 

He didn't yell at them, preach at them, etc. That was it. They could leave.

 

My Dad wasn't big on warnings. You knew right from wrong and his expectation was to do what is right.

 

With the weekend coming up... make good decisions. If you don't, we may have to find us a two-man sled and make our way to Blood Hill.

When I played at Boyle that was not as long as it was then. But we would have to do Suicides from about were the tennis court is not to Perryville Road and back. That does look like a big hill but when you have to run it man is a doozy.

Since this blog was posted, over 700 people have read it. It was a blast for me yesterday to visit with Lee and talk about my Dad and the old days.

 

People love Lee Glasscock. His life has been a huge and positive impact on so many, and still is today.