TRR photo by Mary Greene Narrowsburg coach Linda Pomes is pictured here, with the team, presenting a crepe-paper flower to senior goalie Beth Meyer, participating in her last home game Monday. Meyer presented a second flower to her mother, Rose Meyer, in the stands. (Click for larger image)

By MARY GREENE

NARROWSBURG - In a stunning upset, the Sullivan West/Narrowsburg Indians girls soccer team captured a win over the Sullivan West/Delaware Valley Eagles (DV) at home on October 23. In their last match-up, DV trounced the Indians 9-0.

During the start of the first half, DV dominated the younger Indians and the Eagles' Megan Moran scored the first goal. But a successful shot by Cassie Valentin shifted the momentum of the game. Showcasing skills learned over a hard season, Narrowsburg defeated DV 3-2.

Valentin scored another goal to bring the half-time score to 2-1. The Eagles scored a second goal during the second half, but not before Narrowsburg's Kim Jay kicked a penalty goal. Narrowsburg then held the line against an aggressive and highly organized Eagle team, who had 39 shots and six saves. The Indians had 12 shots and 24 saves.

Narrowsburg coach Linda Pomes said after the win, "It was [goalie] Beth [Meyer's] last home game and she has done such a super job all year. It's a great way to end. The girls played hard-with so much energy and so much intensity. It was fun to watch."

DV coach Mike Mahoney could not be reached for comment.

The regular soccer season ends this week. Tournament play begins Saturday.

	Contributed photo Richard Ross.

By RICHARD A. ROSS

Got my token and headed slowly for the Number 4 train. It was a drizzly April day and the train was beginning its meandering sojourn to the Bronx. Six months hence on some chilly October night, it might just arrive at the hoped for destination ... the World Series-the Mecca of baseball, but 162 games were in between and teams and fans were tired of hearing about the Yankee legacy: 25 World Championships, won three out of the last four World Series, team of the Century. God, most teams hate the Yankees like a religion.

So the train left the station at a rapid clip and the ride was oh so smooth. 22 and 9 read the signpost in early May but suddenly there was this strange clanking noise... something was wrong. The train slowed and screeched on the rusty, tired rails. Injuries loomed, great pitchers faltered and teams breezed into the cathedral in the Bronx and swept the vaunted champions. Was Goliath staggering? Who would be the David to knock him out for good?

The mechanics came onboard the train and tinkered but the darn thing-just wouldn't run right.

Meanwhile, out in Queens, the Number Seven train looked a whole lot newer. It displayed gaudy flashes of orange and was packed with people with wild looks in their eyes. The placard at the front of the train read World Series and it streaked by streets and neighborhoods with relative ease: Leiter Lane, Piazza Plaza, next stop Atlantaville.

June arrived and the tinkerers on the Number 4 got off to let on the replacement players. Then came interleague play, an insane chapter in the day-to-day marathon of the regular season. Yankees versus Mets, Round 1. The screaming, the headlines, the bragging rights, the matchups. For heaven's sake, the stock market could have crashed and people would still be more interested in who won. Shortly after, out to Shea for the second round of the touted rivalry... capped by a double header, Roger Clemens is on the mound and Mike Piazza is at the plate. The pitch... "Oh my God... Mike is down" and there is a paralyzing hush as the slugger falls dazed and injured, beamed by Clemens' 95 m.p.h. fastball.

The Yankees win 4 out of 6 but the wounds are raw and the words are flying. The sports talk shows argue for weeks about whether it was an intentional beaming or not. Can you imagine what would happen if these teams ever met in the postseason? Forget about it-the odds of snow in the Bahamas are better.

Both trains continue on their way. Each train flirts with derailment, especially in September. The Mets fall into their annual September doldrums and the Braves pass them again for the Eastern national league title. The litany is repeated over and over: The Mets can't beat the Braves... never have, never will. Across town, the Number 4 train heads to Boston and zips in and out of Fenway with alarming ease. But the little engine that could suddenly could not. Clank, clank, kerchunk, wheeze. Even the snail in the track bed is going faster Worse yet, the train starts to slide backwards. The only series we'll ever see in the subway is a series of winos staggering on the deserted platform.

Somehow the trains both make it to the gateway: the postseason. The Mets are a wild card and face daunting tasks: first the Giants from the west and then... well, we know what will happen when they face the Braves, don't we? Meanwhile the Bombers are bombing all right. Haven't won in 15 games and have to face the streaking green kids from Oakland. No way out! After a Game One loss in a five-game series, "The Yankees are over," says Eric Chavez of the A's. But despite a faltering outing in game 4 and a hellish cross-country trip, the train's engine is alive and willing. So long, Oakland.

Simultaneously, the 7 train almost runs into the Pacific, but almost doesn't count and the Giants, reduced to Midgets, exit and the 7 rolls on a brand new track. Someone threw the switch and the track to Atlanta says St. Louis. Mr. Valentine, the conductor of the number 7 train, sees light up ahead...a brilliant bright light. Busch Stadium is a momentary blur and the 7 arrives at World Series Junction.

The Number 4 has to go through Seattle, the minefield of the West... sight of the '95 collapse that we all still remember. A quick 2-0 shut out in Game One and the Mariners are off and running. They have the second game nearly in the bag when someone pours Justice Juice into the train's sputtering engine and there is a blinding flash. Series tied. Off to Seattle and the Yankee pitchers are hurling lightning. Clemens looks like Zeus. It's almost over and then clank! What happened? Please, not again? Back to the Bronx. This train better run tonight or it's heading for the scrap heap. Blink of an eye and it's 4-0 Seattle. El Duque looks like El Finito. The stadium exudes a ghastly silence but far out in Monument Park the specters whisper, "We are the champions..." Where's that Justice Juice container? Bang, there it goes heading into the right field seats. The stadium erupts with relief and exultation. Super Mariano waits in the wings and the train to Mets Junction is about to leave. Someone forgot to tell A-Rod. The perhaps-future Met wants to derail that damn Pin Stripe Express. First a home run, then a ninth-inning single to put the tying run at the plate in the person of Edgar the Magnificent. Breath is held, eyes close in fear of what might be. Grounder to Jeter, inning over, ballgame over, American League Championship over, the Yankees not over.

The Number 4 train hurtles out onto the final track as the Number 7 revs up with a vengeance. The collision will be momentous and when the dust clears New York will never be the same.

[Richard Ross is a resident of Cochecton Center and treacher at Livingston Manor school.]

	TRR photo by Tom Kane Bulldog Kevin Mullally, 24, on a 65-yard jaunt to the goal. (Click for larger image)

By TOM KANE

JEFFERSONVILLE - It was homecoming at Sullivan West last Saturday and Bulldog fullback Kevin Mullally made himself at home with 201 yards on the ground and three touchdowns.

The Bulldogs (6-2, 3-0 Class C) won over the Highland Huskies by a score of 33-0. The win secures them a place in the Section 9 Class C championships later this month.

Mullally ran 12, 17 and 65 yards for the three touchdowns. On his 12-yard trip into the end zone, Mullally carried one Husky on his back.

Mullally's teammates John Compton and Paul Barrett took over the touchdown role in the second half.

Compton ran 15 yards for one touchdown with a game total of 175 yards on the ground, while Paul Barrett ran 10 yards for his TD with 63 yards on the ground.

Halfback Jeff Peters added 30 yards to the tally, as did Quarterback Bill Reichmann, who also completed two passes out of four attempts.

On Friday, October 27 at 7:30 p.m. at West Point's Shea Stadium, the Bulldogs face James I. O'Neill for the Class C title.