Ani Sydorowych, in 20:21.1, beat out Amelia Amack (20:21.4) for eighth place as Lejla Borcillo was 11th in 20:36.2.ESM was 10th thanks to Rachael Ladd’s 15th-place finish in 20:45.1, plus top-50 efforts from Mary Roach (21:52.9) and Taylor Hoffman, who posted 23:22.5.Taking eighth place on the team side, Jamesville-DeWitt had Madeline Foss finish 26th in 21:40.8, while Megan O’Malley went 22:05.9 for 36th place in the team race. Kathryn Sizing, in 23:13 flat, was 45th, just ahead of Cora Gilbert-Siecherma (23:37.5) and Miriam Zoghby, who finished in 23:46 flat. Bishop Grimes’ Edy Livingston took 44th place in the team race in 23:12.5. The feature of the boys race was having ESM star Nick Berg beat everyone except a trio of F-M runners, Berg finishing fourth in 16:36.6.Otherwise, F-M had a top-five sweep, Peyton Geehrer and Sam Otis both hitting the line in 15:57.7, with Geehrer declared the winner. Geoff Howles was third in 16:14.3, with James Peden fifth (17:02.) and Jack Altimonda sixth in 17:11.3.Berg, along with a 33rd-place showing from Casey Engineri (18:45.1), helped ESM to a 10th-place finish in a 28-team field. J-D was 12th, led by 19:33.7 from Gabriel Cuello. Manlius-Pebble Hill’s Will Markwood finished 52nd in 19:25.2.Before this, ESM and J-D both had their SCAC Empire division opening meets, with the Red Rams more successful as it swept three-team meets against Oswego and Auburn.J-D’s girls edged Oswego 26-31 and topped Auburn 18-43. The Buccaneers claimed the top two spots before Foss finished third in 22:35, with O’Malley fourth in 23:48 and Sizing fifth in 23:51. Zoghby (23:55) and Gilbert-Siechema (24:49) also had top-10 finishes.On the boys side, J-D won 20-41 over Oswego and 25-35 over Auburn, with the Red Rams’ Ahviere Reese second in 18:45 behind the Maroons’ Jimmy Vasile, who won in 18:14. Luke Hobika was fourth in 19:05, with Collin Rivercomb sixth in 19:20 as Brian Hulbert was eighth (19:26) and Ashton Corona ninth (19:35).ESM’s girls swept Syracuse West 15-45 as l Ladd won the race in 22:10, more than a minute ahead of the 23:11 posted by Roach. Elena Vespi was third in 25 minutes flat as Hoffman got fourth place in 25:23 and Allyanna O’Brien (27:15) completed a top-five Spartans sweep.But the ESM boys lost 24-31 to Syracuse West despite Berg’s 17:27, which beat Syracuse West’s Connor Shanahan (19:16) by nearly two full minutes.Engineri was fourth in 19:34, but that was the Spartans’ only other top-five finish. Spencer Carnival got seventh place in 21 minutes flat as Brandon Walters (21:07) beat out John Courcy (21:11) for ninth place.Fresh off its Sept. 7 Vernon-Verona-Invitational sweep, F-M earned twin 15-50 wins over Henninger last Wednesday as some of the lesser-known Hornets’ runners got a chance to race for individual glory.On the girls side, Sydorowych won in 19:00.7, edging Borcillo (19:01.6) at the finish line. Fiona Mejico finished third in 19:11.2, while Debbie Lucchetti, in 20:11.9, easily took fourth place. Alexa Bolton (20:54.2) held off Julia Sun (21:11.7) for fifth place as Katie Berge’ was seventh in 21:23.7 and Julia Gorman (21:26.0) was ninth.Moving to the boys race, F-M’s Daniel Patrick beat the field in 16:48.9, with Owen Snyder second in 16:57.2.Trevor Krukin was third in 17:07.2, just ahead of Ben Perry (17:12.2), with Keaton Vest fifth in 17:18.4. William Seamans (17:19.4), Joe Fraguso (17:42.1) and James Grace (18:27.9) completed a top-eight sweep.Share this:FacebookTwitterLinkedInRedditComment on this Story As they do each September, East Syracuse Minoa hosted its cross country invitational meet Saturday on its home course at Pine Grove Elementary School.And the Spartans could take out of this event the fact that it drew Fayetteville-Manlius into both the boys and girls field, knowing they would likely dominate – which they did.Claire Walters, winning the girls race in 18 minutes, 7.1 seconds, led a 1-2-3 sweep ahead of Hannah Kaercher (18:13.2) and Phoebe White (18:29.3), with Grace Kaercher fifth in 18:57.5. Tags: cross countryESMF-MJ-D
My parents met at a bar owned by former Kansas State quarterback Lynn Dickey, and my dad popped the question in the nosebleed seats at Arrowhead Stadium. As soon as I was born, I was stuffed into a white-and-red onesie and toted to Chiefs training camp. That’s why, last Saturday afternoon, I didn’t believe that the Chiefs would win. I grew up through year after year of the same old disappointment — a stellar start to the season followed by a dramatic crumble into postseason failure. The possibility that the Chiefs could step up and dominate another I was stunned, rewinding the moments with my mom in a series of clipped, all-caps texts. Most of my existence is owed to football — the Kansas City Chiefs in particular. And it meant that I had to face a very real, overwhelming possibility — that, with one more win, the Chiefs will play in the Super Bowl. As a pessimistic fan, part of me will expect the loss from the first snap. But the rest of me simply won’t care. The team taking the field in Arrowhead this season is one of the best we’ve seen in Kansas City in awhile and, for once, we feel that we might have the upper hand for awhile — the best tight end in the league and a baby quarterback who’s changing the way the position’s played. Regardless, I’ve lived through two-loss and two-win seasons, and I’ve loved this team long enough to know that things will be okay. The thing I’ve learned since moving to Los Angeles is that not everyone completely understands what it means to be a fan. It makes sense, really, that in a city privileged with the wealth of stars like Kobe Bryant, with a torrid history of NFL teams that came and went only to return a few years later, fandom would be a casual thing. Los Angeles is a tourist city and its fans’ perspectives follow suit, coming and going like fads, following the ebbs and flows of winning and losing seasons. I couldn’t help it. That team had always been inextricably, permanently part of me. Even my first crush was connected — a boy with shaggy blonde hair named Robbie, who I deemed to be the cutest sixth-grader alive. He also happened to be Kevin Harlan’s son. But to me, being a Chiefs fan runs deeper. It means a quiet Sunday afternoon in Kansas City with a bowl of chili balanced on my lap, my dad holding his iPad up inches from his nose to read off stats. It means nonsensical texts from my mom — “Did you see that?” and “PAT!!!” were two of the most recent — that I automatically understand. I’ve never watched the Super Bowl as an actual fan, instead enjoying the annual excuse to eat a ton of pigs-in-a-blanket and, if need be, shout insults at the Patriots. I’m not even sure how I’ll react if that happens. (Cry? Laugh? Name my first son Patrick, after the Chiefs’ quarterback?) Each fall, as the air became less muggy and dense, my mom hoarded McCormick spice packets to prepare for long Sundays of chili cooking in the Crock-Pot and football blaring in the living room. We always muted the ESPN announcers, preferring the talent on our local radio station — the warm astonishment of Kevin Harlan’s, “Oh baby, whatta play!” and the roaring excitement of Mitch Holthus’ cry, “Touchdown, Kan-sas Cit-y!” The Chiefs weren’t especially good when I was little, but they were good enough to make me fall in love — hard. Maybe too hard. Even as a kid, I was an overly loyal fan. When the Bengals beat us one year, I attempted to boycott a dance competition I was supposed to attend in Cincinnati the following month. (I lost that argument very quickly, but remained bitter through all three days of the trip.) Even after the 2006 season, when we lost Trent Green and Tony Gonzalez and only won two games, the Chiefs were my guys. A lot can be said about what it means to be a fan. Yes, fandom makes people do crazy things — paint their chests, stand knee-deep in snow on a Sunday, travel thousands of miles and name their children after strangers. But folks from the Midwest know it’s different. Don’t get me wrong, our teams normally aren’t all that good. We suffer through losing streaks, losing seasons, losing decades. The sports gods giveth and taketh away heartily in the heart of America — just ask anyone from Cleveland if you don’t believe me — and most of us know that all good things with our teams will come to an end. I didn’t get much time to consider that prospect before one of my friends asked the pessimistic counter — what would I do if they lost? — but my answer was immediate. I won’t care. I mean yes, I’ll be crushed, but it won’t be the type of loss that destroys me as a fan. Most importantly, it means that no matter what, each season, my family and I can count on the same game, the same field and jerseys and colors that feel like home no matter the record or year. Win or lose this Sunday, and every Sunday after that, the Chiefs are still that something I can count on. Julia Poe is a senior writing about her personal connection to sports. Her column, “Poe’s Perspective,” runs weekly on Thursdays.