The race in question (1985 Oak Harbor Invitational) happened in spring of 1985, but to set the scene properly, we need to go back a year to 1984. Scott Fry and I were both juniors; he at the then AA school of Sandusky Perkins, and me at the then AAA school Perrysburg; so we didn't race each other often (as if my getting killed by him would be racing him). Scott ran 9:11 that day to win the 3200. His teammate came in second in 9:44. I came in third.
On to 1985. Scott's teammate is now graduated, and Scott runs the 1600 in 4:10 to win. I come in second. Scott then runs the 800 in his LIFETIME PR of 1:57 to win. I did not run the open 800.
It's now time for the 3200. I hadn't lost a 3200 all season, but I was prepared to do so today as I am always realistic. The weather that evening was absolutely perfect for running. We toe the line. Scott jumps the gun and is DQ'd. He is so pissed he immediately jumps the fence and reportedly runs through the streets of Oak Harbor, and many disgruntled fans boo and start to leave as the meet is just about over. I win the race by a fair margin to chants of "YOU SUCK, YOU SUCK, YOU SUCK"! My coach turns to the crowd and says, "Come On, he's just a kid!" Some fat guy with a beverage in his hand yells, "Well, he SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKSSSSSSS!", and I swear he spilled a little bit when he said that.
I still have the little medal hanging off the blue ribbon today. It SHOULD belong to one Scott Fry.