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He Never Met A Man He Wouldn’t Like ror the very beginning people at St. Ed- ward’s noticed Tom Poore, one of the rare sen- iors who went through graduation day with the same haircut he sported during orientation day in 1969. But there were other things they no- ticed too. Like the day “Bill Poore,” as the spirited debate in the Hilltopper insisted on calling him for two weeks, threw a player out of a ballgame for the first time. He just hap- pened to have picked on the meanest, toughest senior around. And the people noticed him run- ning around the football fields for several weeks the following fall with his arm in a cast. (No, it was NOT broken by a player! Poore fell on it while breaking up the fight.) And few people, not to mention John Flood, will soon forget Poore officiating the Hoopshooters and his own exasperated boss, Flood. Tom Poore was no stranger to St. Edward’s when he succeeded Flood as intramural direc- tor, and thereafter he made sure things stayed that way. Whatever else they thought about Poore, people always knew they had a commissioner. Like the people who wandered outside the 20-yard lines during a ballgame, or the people who learned to respect (if not appreciate) intra- mural officials who, learning in Poore’s “farm club for officials,” were often experienced SFOA and SBOA members, or the people who walked around in those ridiculous but coveted All-Star jersies with SEFL all over the front, or the people who wanted an interested and im- partial ear for their gripes about everything from prejudiced and or incompetent officials to poor scheduling, or the people who wore a striped shirt who needed the absolute confi- dence that they’d always have the steadfast sup- port of their boss, or the people who were eleven minutes late for their ballgame, or the people who managed to get their names into Poore’s little grey box of the more notorious names of St. Eds’ intramural history. That was the secret of the Poore regime— meticulous attention to detail: After all, how important was it that referees did not wear cut- offs anymore, or that they didn’t shoot baskets during timeouts, or that the gym windows were cleaned before St. Eds’ extramural tourna- ments? At the Athletic Banquet Poore ex- plained how important. “What it all says, we think, is that we've tried to take intramurals as seriously as yall do. The way we see it, while we aren’t the NCAA but rather a competition level somewhere short of that super-structured environment of serious competition, we are somewhat beyond the free-for-all environment of a pick-up game. Ideally, we offer an environment in which the organized and serious competition of inter-col- legiate sports is available in the relaxed and frivolous atmosphere of the spontaneous back- yard contest.” Yes yall. We sure did have a commissioner. eS