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Springville player: Basketball saved me

Springville point guard Carly Martin plays in honor of her older brother Chase, who died of a heart defect three years ago.  A plaque in his memory hangs in the Springville gymnasium / Liz Martin/The Gazette

Springville point guard Carly Martin plays in honor of her older brother Chase, who died of a heart defect three years ago. A plaque in his memory hangs in the Springville gymnasium / Liz Martin/The Gazette

By Jeff Linder
The Gazette

SPRINGVILLE – At first glance, it seemed a simple grammatical error: CHASE’N OUR DREAM: STATE IN ‘08

The slogan was coined a year ago by Jill Woods, mother of one of the state-tournament-bound Springville High School girls’ basketball players.

Upon closer inspection, it made perfect sense. This is a love story — between a brother and a sister, between a grieving family and its community.

It’s a story that, in death, did not end, but became stronger.

“It’s the dash between the dates (of birth and death) that counts. Will your dash be filled the way you want it to be?”

— Carly Martin

Chase Martin was born in 1988 with a heart defect. By the time he was 7, he’d had five surgeries. Carly Martin was born, a healthy baby girl, three years later.

Chase couldn’t participate in organized sports. Instead, he supported his school. More specifically, he supported his sister.

“He was very, very proud of Carly,” said Beth Martin, their mother. “Every single game she played, he was there. He bragged about his sister to anyone who would listen.”

Carly began playing basketball in third grade for a Springville team that competed in the Salvation Army League in Cedar Rapids. She was part of a class of girls that showed potential in sports.

After Carly’s games, Chase would grab a basketball and shoot. Carly would rebound for him. Game after game, year after year.

Chase and Carly were typical siblings. They teased. They argued.

“We’d fight over the computer,” Carly said. “We’d fight over who got to sit in the front seat of the car.”

By the time Carly entered high school, it was apparent that her class of girls was gifted. Brian O’Donnell had arrived as a young coach, and the once-moribund program was showing signs of life.

Several of the girls in Carly’s freshman class would dress on the varsity team. Some might be immediate starters.

“I couldn’t wait,” Carly said. “This wasn’t little-kids basketball or junior-high basketball. This was the real thing.”

Then came a rainy evening at a rural church.

Oct. 5, 2005. The date to the right of Chase Martin’s dash.

“I hope the person that receives Chase’s eyes sees the world through them the way that Chase did.”

— A portion of Brian O’Donnell’s eulogy at the funeral for Chase Martin, an organ donor

It was a Wednesday night, the fall dinner at Prairie Chapel United Methodist Church. Dinner had ended. Chase, Carly and two cousins were playing catch with a football.

Homework beckoned. Carly waited in Chase’s truck, then he ran out to meet her.

He collapsed. She figured he had slipped and fallen in the wet grass. It was much worse.

Carly raced to the church for help. Their father, David, and others tried to revive Chase. Somebody called for an ambulance. And a helicopter.

“Everything happened so fast,” Carly said. “But it all seemed so slow. I was lost; I didn’t know what to do. I prayed as I watched all that was happening.”

They worked on Chase for 40 minutes at St. Luke’s Hospital. His heart couldn’t hold the beat.

The funeral was four days later in the Springville gym. The place was packed.

“I think those people needed us as much as we needed them,” Beth said. “We found ourselves comforting as much as we did being comforted.”

“Every minute of every game, I’m going to do it all for you. Every drop of sweat, every bruise, and every mistake, I will pick myself back up and push myself like there is no limit. You are the one who gives me all the desire to dedicate it all to you.”

— Carly Martin

After Chase’s life ended, Carly’s was at a crossroads.

“When something like that happens, you can go one of two ways,” O’Donnell said. “You can let life get you down, or you can find positive ways to inspire others. I have a lot of admiration for her. A girl that age shouldn’t have to deal with that. She handled it better than most adults would.”

Basketball practice began about a month after Chase was buried.

“It came at the right time,” Carly said. “The pain was always there, really close. But basketball was able to distract me a little bit. I was surrounded by my teammates and my friends.

“Basketball saved me.”

Over time, the Orioles realized their potential, and then some.

They won the Class 1A state championship last year. They returned everybody from that team and take a 24-1 record and a No. 1 ranking into today’s quarterfinal against Martensdale-St. Marys.

This year’s slogan: “THE CHASE GOES ON.”

Carly is the starting point guard. She averages seven points per game, deferring statistically to the team’s “Big Three”: Katie Eiben, Callie Kloubec and Sarah Davidson.

Her role is to distribute, to defend and to lead.

“I could have hated life and hidden from the world. Instead, I try to take what I have learned and embrace it.”

— Carly Martin

Tragedy hit Springville again in August when 7-year-old Mitchell Horak was killed in a farm accident. Carly has served as a mentor for Emily Horak, Mitchell’s older sister.

The Martins’ healing process is just that — a process. One that continues, day by day.

It took more than a year for the family to have a picture taken of them, just the three of them.

“A lot has changed in all of us,” Beth said. “A day doesn’t go by that we don’t tell each other that we love each other.”

The door to Chase’s room remains open. The sheets on his bed haven’t been washed since before he died.

Carly rarely visits the cemetery — “When I go there, I just lose it,” she said — but goes into Chase’s room regularly. She writes about her feelings. She tries to feel his presence.

“They say time heals everything,” Carly said. “I don’t believe that’s true. There’s always going to be a hole in my heart. Something is always going to be missing for me.”

But not forgotten. Never forgotten.

 

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Broken bones can’t stop ‘Motley Cruel’

Cedar Rapids Rollergirl Andrea "Motley Cruel" Clay blocks Big Mouth Mickies' Carbomb Betty during a recent game at the US Cellular Center/ Gazette photo by Liz Martin.

Cedar Rapids Rollergirl Andrea "Motley Cruel" Clay blocks Big Mouth Mickies' Carbomb Betty during a recent game at the US Cellular Center/ Gazette photo by Liz Martin.

 By Justin Braden
For Hoopla!

CEDAR RAPIDS – Walking up to the National Guard Armory, where the Cedar Rapids Roller Girls are holding their usual Tuesday practice, it seems entirely appropriate to hear Motley Cruel (aka Andi Clay) addressing her team like a drill sergeant. It also makes perfect sense that despite the rock music blaring from the radio in the corner, they all listen attentively to every word she says.

After being on three different teams in three years, Andi knows the ins and outs of this surging sport. It’s a tough game and the girls who play it are just as tough, whether they be pivots (scorers), jammers (guides) or blockers. Andi has experience at all positions, but usually takes the “brains” role of a pivot.

“I’ve had a broken hand, a fractured tailbone, a shoulder out of socket and three concussions. The one that hurt the most, though, was the fractured cheek bone,” Andi says. “In the first five minutes of a bout, a girl hit me so hard that when it was over, I needed a neck brace. I played on adrenaline the rest of the time anyway. There is nothing you can do about a broken face.”

Originally from Bloomington, Ind., Andi, 37,  played for the Bloomington Bleeding Heartland Flatliners. When her husband was transferred to Rockwell Collins in Cedar Rapids, she began traveling to Des Moines to practice with the Mid-Iowa Rollers. Soon, she decided to start her own team. After hooking up with the like-minded AJ Renegade from Ely, the two made up fliers and began distributing them around town. Word of the team spread and they had to cap the number of girls at 30.

The team has become so popular that beginners now have to try out to join. The Cedar Rapids Rollergirls are now broken down into three sub-teams the Helldorados, Bombshell Cartel and Demon Dolls. They practice Sundays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays. Andi scouts for natural talent like footwork, quickness and of course, the ability to give and take a hit.

“Pack awareness is key,” Andi says. “If you don’t know how to fall, you’re going to hurt yourself.”

They held their first Cedar Rapids bout in October. Nearly 2,000 people filled the US Cellular Center. Another 900 came to the second in November. In March, all three Cedar Rapids teams are gearing up for a mixer with Des Moines, Clinton’s Big Mouth Mickies and the Quad City Rollers at the US Cellular Center. They’re also planning a scrimmage against the North Stars from Minnesota…

Andi has big designs for the future, including an all guys team. Now, the male skaters are used as referees. But a few are looking for a chance to battle.

“I would love to have a coed team,” Andi says. ”But at this point we can easily take the boys.”

DID YOU KNOW: Scores in roller derby are often in the hundreds and penalties are almost constant.

Story courtesy: HooplaNow.com

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