State tournament tradition for Falcons
CLASS 3A RANKINGS
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It’s not like getting to the state tournament isn’t a big deal for Riley County’s girls.
Falcon coach Harold Oliver has been around long enough to know that any time a team accomplishes such a feat, it’s a special thing.
“There is so much that has to happen to get there,” said Oliver, who is entering his 23rd season as Riley County’s coach. “It’s not an easy thing to do.”
Only Riley County has made it look easy. The Falcons have reached the Class 3A state tournament in each of the last five seasons, winning the title in 2008.
So for a program with three state titles to its credit, expectations take on a different level. Even with the knowledge that just getting there is special, for the Falcons, trips to Hutchinson just aren’t supposed to end early.
And that has made the past few years a bag of mixed emotions for Riley County. In the three years since winning the 2008 title, the Falcons have experienced the joy of making it to state and the agony of bowing out in the first round.
“For our kids, it leaves a little bit of a void in what they’ve accomplished,” Oliver said. “Our senior group has accomplished tremendous things and has won a lot of basketball games and tournaments. But there’s a void in their accomplishment because we’ve been unsuccessful in getting past the first round that past three years.
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