The audible ringing of aye and a smattering of drying ink accomplished what few member schools of the West Virginia Secondary Schools Activities Commission could not— end the dominance of private schools at the Class A level for West Virginia high school basketball.
When
I was in third grade a boy named Danny called me Dolly Parton. All through
elementary school, I was called Morticia Addams. In eighth grade after sneak
peeks at their dads’ porn stashes, the boys started calling me...