Photos: UNCA Claims Asheville Invite

UNCA Asheville Invitational 2018SWANNANOA, N.C. (September 21, 2018) – The UNCA Bulldogs cross country teams claimed both team first-place finishes in Friday’s Asheville Invitational in Swannanoa. Nine teams competed in each race at Asheville Christian Academy in Swannanoa, North Carolina.

Freshman Clara Wincheski (pictured) claimed the women’s race with an 18:21.11 time at the 5k distance. She was followed by Milligan’s Jaqcuelyn Crow, with an 18:34.43. The Bulldogs Kelly Coleman (19:18.58) nabbed third place for the Bulldogs.

Combined, Milligan and UNCA captured the top five finishes in the race. The team finishes in order included: UNCA (28), Milligan (41), Tennessee Wesleyan (100), Belmont Abbey (104), Wofford (113), Limestone (144), Gardner-Webb (175), Lees-McRae (209), and Warren Wilson (248)

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The top men’s finisher was Noah Allison of nearby Mars Hill University. Allison, a Marshall, North Carolina product, turned in a 25:58.74 in the 8k distance to win the race. Tennessee Wesleyan’s Romeo Blackburn (26:14.21) took second, with fellow Bulldog Zach Boone (26:27.89) finishing third place.

The men’s team finishes included: UNCA (41), Milligan (51), Tennessee Wesleyan (67), Lees-McRae (79), Wofford (160), Belmont Abbey (169), Limestone (188), Warren Wilson (222), and Gardner-Webb (231). (photos – Tom Flynn)

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Former Catamount and current Charger, Detrez Newsome (photo – Icon Sports Wire)


Former Western Carolina Catamount Detrez Newsome faced and met what may prove the biggest challenge of his career making an NFL roster as an undrafted rookie free agent. The Los Angeles Chargers kept Newsome on their final 53-man roster earlier this month after he led the team in carries, yards, and touchdowns during the preseason.   

Newsome’s 6,969 all-purpose yards as a Catamount are the most in school history. He also has the most touchdowns in WCU history with 46.


College Football – WCU defeated in-state rival Gardner-Webb on Friday night, 28-10. The road game was moved from a scheduled Saturday start due to the pending arrival of Hurricane Florence. The Catamounts are 2-0 after two non-conference games and received votes in this week’s FCS Top 25 poll.

They open their 2018 Southern Conference schedule when they host VMI on Saturday at 3:30 p.m.

WNC College Soccer StandingsCollege Soccer –  A month into the season, the area’s five men’s soccer teams are in their early stages of conference play. UNCA is the region’s sole DI entry (WCU doesn’t sponsor men’s soccer) and travels to Davidson (2-3) tonight to face the Wildcats at 7:00 p.m. Montreat is the only other WNC team in action today as they host Georgia’s undefeated Point University (NAIA) (5-0-1) at 4:30 p.m.

In addition to the five WNC teams, Furman is 3-3 on the season and this evening travels to face Clemson at 7:30 p.m. The meeting of the two rivals is the 56th in the series that dates back to February 2, 1934. The Tigers hold a 40-12-3 advantage and captured the last meeting between the two teams in 2015.

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Lydia Wilson (center) captured runner of the week honors (photo –  MC Athletics)

Cross Country –  Montreat sophomore Lydia Wilson earned Appalachian Athletic Conference (AAC) weekly honors as the conference’s top runner. At last week’s Lenoir-Rhyne Invitational, she finished sixth overall in a field of 66 runners and prevented NCAA Division I Appalachian State from claiming all top seven spots in the race. She was also the top non-NCAA runner in the field. Look for a feature on Wilson in next week’s Black Mountain News.


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Photos: UNCA Ties App State

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UNCA fought back to tie Appalachian State on Wednesday (photo – T. Flynn)

ASHEVILLE, N.C. (September 12, 2018) – On Wednesday night, the UNCA Bulldogs’ men’s soccer team scored in the 83rd minute to draw even with the Appalachian State Mountaineers and ultimately earn a 1-1 tie.

The equalizer came off the foot of Brendan O’Dowd as he drilled a rebound through a host of Mountaineers and past goalkeeper Jake Chasteen. Dante’ Bova and Luize Felipe Dantas assisted for the Bulldogs.

Appalachian State opened the game’s scoring when Camden Holbrook beat UNCA’s Dakotah Bainter just three minutes into the contest. 

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UNCA’s attack included steady pressure from freshman Izaiah Vignali, the A.C. Reynolds graduate who was named the Gatorade North Carolina Boys Soccer Player of the Year this past June.  

On hand for the game, and filling in the stands on the Bulldogs’ side were evacuees fleeing in advance of Hurricane Florence. They were provided with free admission to the contest.

The Bulldogs are now 1-5-1 after the tie, while the Sun Belt’s Appalachian State is 4-1-1. UNCA’s next contest is on the road against Davidson (2-3) on Sunday, September 16. 

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Fieldhouse Report, 09.10.2018

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Jenny Simpson won her seventh 5th Avenue Mile on Sunday (photo – T. Flynn)


NEW YORK, N.Y. (September 10, 2018) – Jenny Simpson won her seventh New Balance 5th Avenue Mile on Sunday in New York City. Crews were busy pushing away water from near the finish line just prior to the race as a steady rain fell throughout. Despite the elements, Simpson posted a fast 4:18.8 to win.

The field was loaded with Olympians, including Simpson, Emma Coburn, Kim Conley, Kate Grace, and Colleen Quigley. Simpson outkicked Quigley for first place, while Melissa Courtney of Great Britain captured third.


ASHEVILLE, NC– Western Carolina (1-0) football had a bye this past Saturday and returns to the gridiron on September 15 to face Gardner-Webb (1-0). To the south, Furman (0-2) dropped a 45-7 decision to Elon (1-1).

Brevard (0-1) also had a bye week and will face Allen (0-1) of the NAIA at home on September 15. Mars Hill (0-2) fell on Saturday to Shaw University (1-1), 27-9.

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UNC Asheville’s Thomas Little (left) – (photo – UNCA)

On Wednesday, it was announced that two UNC Asheville runners captured the first Big South weekly cross-country awards of the season. They were Clara Wincheski and Thomas Little (pictured). 

The Bulldogs will continue their 2018 campaign on Friday, Sept. 21, when they host the Asheville Invitational. The Bulldogs’ men’s cross country team hosted and won last year’s Asheville Cross Country Invitational at Asheville Christian Academy. 



Tourists Finale: Golden is MVP and Fischer Top Female Exec

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Casey Golden was the 2018 South Atlantic League MVP (photo – T. Flynn)

Asheville, NC (September 6, 2018) – The Asheville Tourists started the 2018 season sluggishly but finished it on a high note in the South Atlantic League. After opening the year at 3-13, the Tourists concluded the first half of the season with a 27-42 record. They then went 37-31 in the second half to finish 64-73 overall and closed the year with a 5-4 victory over the Rome Braves on Labor Day.

Among many individual accolades, Asheville’s Casey Golden earned South Atlantic League MVP honors after topping the circuit in home runs (34), RBIs (95), runs scored (92), extra-base hits (60), and total bases (259). Golden played his undergraduate baseball at UNC Wilmington and is a Greensboro, North Carolina native.

Chad Spanberger finished as the 2018 league batting champion with a .315 clip. 

On the hill, Garrett Schilling posted a team-high eight wins. He also led the team in innings pitched (144.1) and strikeouts (135). Furman product Will Gaddis added an area rooting interest to the staff and finished the year with an even 6-6 overall mark. He lowered his ERA from 5.68 at Grand Junction in 2017 to 5.04 at McCormick Field, both notorious hitter’s parks.

“This season was memorable in so many ways. The team competed all year long,” said Doug Maurer, director of broadcast and media relations for the Tourists. “We are grateful to the players and the fans for making 2018 a year for the history books.”

In closing the season, the South Atlantic League announced that Tourists’ exec Samantha Fisher is its 2018 Female Executive of the Year. The Coastal Carolina graduate is in her fourth year with the team. She was recognized for numerous efforts within the organization including managing more than 50 part-time employees, overseeing social media marketing, website content, and in-game promotions. She also organizes the team’s multiple community outreach programs.     
“I am honored to receive this award and to represent the Asheville Tourists,” said Fischer. “The Tourists have always afforded me the opportunities to succeed and trusted in my ability as a person to get the job done.”

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The Tourists concluded their 2018 season with a Labor Day victory at McCormick Field over Rome.


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ASHEVILLE, N.C. (September 5, 2018)Western Carolina held on to defeat an upset-minded Newberry College team, 33-26, at home on Saturday. As late as the fourth quarter, the Catamounts (1-0) trailed the Wolves after Newberry (1-0) rattled off 19 unanswered points. 

WCU ultimately responded with two fourth-quarter touchdowns from the junior signal-caller, Tyrie Adams. Running back Connell Young had 102 yards on the ground to lead WCU. 

After a bye week, Western Carolina travels to face Gardner-Webb (1-0) of the Big South on September 15.  

In other regional college football action, Mars Hill (0-1) opened against the SoCon’s ETSU (1-0) and fell, 28-7. The Brevard Tornados (0-1) of the NCAA’s DIII dropped their opener to DI Davidson (1-0), 34-13, on Saturday.


The UNC Asheville women’s soccer team upset a 4-1 Citadel team on Sunday to earn its first victory of the year. The Bulldogs defeated their namesakes from Charleston by a 3-2 decision to move to 1-3-1 on the year. 


Furman’s men and women’s cross country teams finished first among Division I teams in the Eye Opener Invitational in Spartanburg, South Carolina. 

In a matchup of local cross country programs, Montreat handled Warren Wilson College in Swannanoa on Friday. The Cavaliers captured the top seven spots on the men’s side and had three of the top four finishers among the women.


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Essay: Big Hit Tennis


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CHATHAM, NJ (c. 1980) – To write at all of the poor tennis I played in my youth is to unduly elevate it, but it was marginally elevated by its context in something of a tennis town. Our small boro of Chatham, New Jersey produced Peter Fleming, the lanky blonde whose own considerable talent was both enhanced and obscured by that of John McEnroe. Fleming and Mac won four doubles crowns at Wimbledon and three at the U.S. Open in the late 70’s and early 80’s. In all, they landed 57 doubles titles together.

During his career, Fleming also scored isolated singles victories against Mac and other tennis greats such as Bjorn Borg and John Newcombe.

Around Chatham, there was a distinct Fleming-awareness that drifted down Main Street and diffused across the town’s plentiful tennis courts. In the younger players, Peter instilled a zeal for the put-away winner that bordered on manic. From the same courts upon which we labored, Fleming, all 6’5” of him, had smashed his way to the upper tier of tennis’s elite. If he hit a drop shot en route, word of it never made it back home.

Tennis town or not, we were in northern New Jersey so Chatham was replete with sweltering humidity, the steady drone of cicadas, and town courts laid bare by the relentless sun searing through hazy summer skies. With flat tennis balls, worn-out Stan Smith’s, and the occasional big hitter’s groan we’d play match after endless match in the stifling heat.

One summer, when Mac and Fleming were mid-doubles reign, my friend Chris and I played daily at a place called Minisink, a swim and tennis club named after a Native American tribe. I mused, as a smirking teen, that some local Boy Scout leaders, fresh on the heels of a camping jamboree spent in tee-pees, somehow snuck the name past the same dozing town elders who saw fit to loftily dub our other modest town pool the Chatham Fish & Game Club.

We would belt all day, relentlessly, and the dead balls would wedge into the fence twenty feet behind the baseline with regularity. We would hit overhead smashes that would go the entire summer without catching the baseline, and we’d spit in disgust as if we had reason to expect otherwise. We would sweat profusely and pursue the same string of big shots: the blistering serve that we could never master, the snapped, low-to-the-net, cross-court forehand that never cleared or never landed, and the passing backhand that rocketed sideways in a menacing, flared trajectory towards unsuspecting players on the adjacent court. Lobs were not part of our one-track repertoire.

In a weak moment, drained by summer vacations, Minisink named Chris and me second doubles for an upcoming match. We were erratic singles players at best, terrible at worst, and to my recollection never played a set of doubles. We regularly scattered other disgusted club patrons to distant courts under a shower of errant shots when they played in our vicinity. “Sorry” to a nearby player covers three to four mis-hits; after fifteen or twenty near-incidents it’s as useful as shouting, “Get my ball!”

A doubles opponent to practice against simply could not be had. So to practice, we discussed the technique of Fleming and Mac, and we played poolside ping-pong to sharpen the finesse game we fancied a skilled doubles player possessed.

Finally, match day came, and we showed up at Minisink, poised to represent the club. Our opponents never arrived. Forfeit, victory to the untalented big hitters from Chatham and a doubles record of 1-0 on our career  a tally to hold unchanged for a lifetime. No matter. The club had fronted two tins of new tennis balls, and before they could grab them back I took my spot across the net and the balls flew wildly that afternoon, our only fresh cans of the summer. It was August, and the twentieth year for the twenty-year cicadas, and they were a raucous audience, whirring to a roar as we drilled smash after smash.

Between matches in those summers, we would adjourn to a nearby house, and if it were Grand Slam season, we’d scan the dial for doubles matches. In the pre-sports channel era, doubles matches were parked in the vacant lots of television coverage or skipped altogether. If you were going to catch a doubles set, you looked early and often.

With enough persistence, the effort would pay off, especially during the fortnight of Wimbledon. Its manicured lawns rendered everything on our ailing TV screen a shade of green, including the players. The tennis whites were overlaid with green shadows, and only Mac’s budding Afro, a cloud of smoggy brown pinned to his head by a straining terry-cloth band, could hold its color. The blonde Fleming, garbed in white, was a hard-hitting extension of the grass.

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A study in hairstyles. Mac & Fleming, 1980 (photo – Tony Duffy)

I remember early one July weekend heading down to a friend’s who lived a convenient 100 yards from the municipal tennis courts. When I got there, he was mid-battle with his father over the need to mow the lawn before playing tennis. I stood with my racquet by the front door, listening to the neighborhood lawnmowers fire up to a crescendo around me and hoping they wouldn’t inspire Mr. Johnson into holding fast.

Then, miraculously, onto the living room television screen slowly strode McEnroe and behind him our Fleming. The English roared their approval of the bratty American and his partner.

The argument simply ceased midstream, Dave no longer wishing to play tennis and Mr. Johnson forgetting altogether the encroaching grass or any relationship it had to his son. He stopped talking, crossed his arms, ignored us, and stared at the screen. We stood and watched, and the first hour passed and then a second and then the 1979 Wimbledon crown was won, and part of it belonged to us.

With time, we drifted into the back of the local tennis pack as pickup players with fading interest and skills, contentedly spending less time with the game. As the sport moved to the periphery of our lives, Fleming began to fade from the national scene, and my peers and I left our small town for colleges across the East.

For a brief while, a handful of us were stirred again to interest when Colin Dibley, the talented Aussie who once held the record for the world’s fastest serve, moved next door to a close friend of mine. It was a passing fancy, however, as our college diversion by the time of his arrival was Wiffleball, a game in which hitting towering shots is the primary accomplishment, and an avoidance of aerobic activity the secondary. Our interaction with Dibley was largely limited to extricating without incident from his yard the errant Wiffle balls that nightly littered it. He will never write nostalgically of those lazy summer evenings, and the loud roars of “It’s outta here!” from over the hedges.

My last class of college in the late 1980s proved to be a one-credit introductory tennis class. I’d miscalculated my transfer credits tally required to graduate, and I needed to take a single-credit class to don the cap and gown that same month. Rather than panic, I saw it as a small bit of good fortune that I would graduate while playing tennis every day.

For a complete month, I awoke early each morning and hit one big forehand after another and rallied at length with a like-minded student from Ohio. They played unskilled big hitter’s tennis outside Cincinnati too, apparently. To my pleasant surprise, I discovered that with a little tutelage I was a much-improved player and still loved the game.

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  Reckless morning tennis, quick photo, afternoon diploma. (JMU, May, 1989)

Returning home that summer, my last in Chatham, I found that a small-circuit pro tennis team had set up shop on the edge of town. The team was an entry in a league headed by Billie Jean King, and our local club featured Tracey Austin, the one-time teen phenom who won the U.S. Open at the precocious age of sixteen. She was in her late twenties now, and like Fleming her tennis star had dimmed considerably.

I drove with a high school friend out to the small outdoor court illuminated by the cartoonishly oversized lights brought in for the pro team. We sat in the temporary bleachers, sipped our tepid beer from plastic cups, and watched the incessant rapping of the team’s hitters, the pace a considerable amount slower than that of the power players of the day. All the while, hundreds of moths tapped at the lights above, the court bordering a murky seasonal bog known locally as “the freshet” and now inundated with its summertime residents. They were a quiet, vaguely adult version of our long-ago cicadas.

As we watched, an appreciation for Austin’s ability to maneuver around the court – she was nursing a foot injury at the time – set in. She was undoubtedly still a skilled player, and seeing her set up and polish off shots without any true velocity was in its way an awakening to the many subtleties of the game, including courage. It was uniquely timed with my pending departure from town and ultimately, the tennis of my youth.

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Tracey Austin, 1978

In the intervening years between seeing that match and now, I’ve played an increasingly infrequent game much more akin to Austin’s. Age has proven a whole-body replication of Tracey’s foot injury, something to be worked around and pushed through, your shots placed to account for its hobbling effects. Occasionally I still go for the big hit with the same youthful lack of acumen. But going for the kill and slamming it loudly off the back fence, fun though it may be – and it is  smacks of Wiffleball rather than tennis. Done with salt and pepper hair among the mid-40’s set*, it also smacks of arrested development.

I still like to think Fleming would approve.

(*Originally published in 2008)

Current Clemson Student to Start Against…Clemson

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Paladins’ quarterback Harris Roberts (photo – Furman Athletics)

GREENVILLE, S.C. (August 31, 2018) – Tomorrow, the Furman Paladins’ starting quarterback against Clemson will be Harris Roberts, a student at Clemson.

Roberts, a 6’4″ senior, is completing a dual mechanical engineering program that began with his first three years attending classes at Furman. He’s now in his second year of taking classes at Clemson to complete his degree. The two schools are just over 30 miles apart and Roberts begins each day before dawn, works out, and then drives to Clemson for an 8:00 a.m. class. After classes conclude he drives back for football practice at Furman.

Roberts typically parks near the Tigers’ Memorial Stadium for his classes. This will be his first time venturing into the stadium, where he’ll be greeted by more than 81,500 fans, and 11 classmates across scrimmage eager to meet him.

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Cards, Shildt Quickly Drop ‘Interim’ Label


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Mike Shildt was promoted to Cardinals’ full-time manager this week.  (Photo – Brian Rothmuller/Icon Sportswire)

ASHEVILLE (August 29, 2018) – After a gradual 14-year ascent through the St. Louis Cardinals’ organization, Mike Shildt’s most recent promotion came in just 45 days.

On Tuesday, the St. Louis Cardinals dropped the “interim” label from Shildt’s job title and made him the full-time manager of the team. The former UNCA Bulldog took over the job one game prior to the All-Star break in July. Since then, the Cardinals’ have bypassed seven teams in the wildcard hunt, won nine consecutive series, and have more victories than any team in baseball in the month of August (20). After last night’s win over Pittsburgh, the Cardinals are 27-12 under their new skipper. 

“This is not something I take lightly,” said Shildt at a Tuesday press conference. “I’m very grateful for my family. I grew up in a clubhouse around baseball. I got my ABCs of baseball at an early age…I have been given a lot of credit for what’s happened in the past six weeks. I appreciate it, but cannot accept it.” Shildt instead credited his players with the surge.

Although a North Carolina native, Shildt grew up around the Baltimore Orioles’ organization. His father proposed to his mother at an Orioles’ game, and his mother later worked as an office assistant with the team’s Double-AA affiliate at the time, the Charlotte Orioles. Shildt’s first job with the Baltimore organization was earning $5 a game chasing down foul balls.  

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ASHEVILLE, N.C. (August 27, 2018) – UNC Asheville’s cross-country teams get underway this Friday at the Appalachian State Covered Bridge Open. Last year at the event, the Bulldogs finished seventh out of 11 teams on the men’s side, while UNCA finished ninth of twelve teams among the women. 

The Bulldogs host the Asheville Invitational on September 21. (photo – UNCA Athletics).

Two of the area’s neighboring programs open the cross-country season with a dual meet on Friday when Montreat heads west to face Warren Wilson College at 5:00 p.m.

COLLEGE FOOTBALL: NOV 18 Western Carolina at North Carolina

The WCU Catamounts open their 2018 football season on Saturday at home against the Newberry College Wolves. Newberry plays in the NCAA’s Division II and went 5-6 last year, including a 31-14 season-opening loss to the Southern Conference’s Citadel.

The Catamounts went 7-5 overall in 2017 and 5-3 in the SoCon, good for fourth place in the league. (photo – Icon Sportswire)

On Saturday, Mars Hill travels north to face the SoCon’s ETSU in Johnson City. The Bucs went 2-6 in conference last year and 4-7 overall. MHU finished 3-6 overall.

At the Division III level, the Brevard College Tornados have a tough draw as they travel to face Davidson of the FCS at 7:00 p.m. on Saturday. Brevard is led by Duke graduate, Bill Khayat.


As reported last week, former UNCA Bulldog Mike Shildt has the St. Louis Cardinals surging.

That trend continued through the week. The Redbirds moved into second place in the NL Central, trailing only the Chicago Cubs. They now have a half-game lead over Milwaukee as the top wildcard team, and a game lead over the remaining chase pack for the two wildcard spots.

The team is 26-12 under Shildt, good for a .684 winning percentage. 

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