If you're a fan of high school sports, no doubt you've seen at a basketball or football game. He's the guy with black hair brushed back, hunched over at the scorer's table frantically scribbling numbers on a sheet of paper. He knows all the coaches -- from Chartiers Valley's Tim McConnell to Duke's Mike Krzyzewski. They greet him by name. Deuce, as he is known by everyone other than his longtime girlfriend, Linda, who calls him Larry, has been attending games the past half century and storing the stat sheets in his bedroom at his parents' home in North Braddock. He speaks in a colorful consciousness of cliches, referring to rebounds as "caroms," baskets as "cords," games as "frays" and penalties in football as "flag day." The Deuce-isms add to his charm. And legend. Some of his famous sayings are printed on the back of his calling card with his picture on the front under the name line "Deuce Skurcenski, Local Sports Legend:" "Not too shabby"... "Issue him a masonary [sic] license!"... "Give them smoking jackets"... "Aww, yeah!" The list is bottomless. Deuce, 63, spent some time with of the Post-Gazette between trips in his car to a high school game.

I never played any ball but I've always had a fascination with numbers. I first kept stats for St. Joseph's Grade School in 1956-57. The numbers attracted me, sort of a fantasy for me, and continued to grow on me throughout the years. I didn't realize at 63 I'd be doing what I did back in grade school. I'm happy. I didn't have pushy parents. They understood my interests.

This year I'm a little leery and have tried to limit my driving in the area. You have to keep an eye on gas prices. I try to go to a top game when Woodland Hills isn't playing. They get my priority.

It was Thomas Jefferson at Clairton on the stage they used as a court. I probably will never see something like that again in my lifetime. Clairton scored 100 points and got smoked by 30. It was 130 to 100! I kept score. You have to remember the quarters were only eight minutes. Cliff Sumpter was Clairton's star. Rich Rosensteel was TJ's coach and Ernie Sherman was Clairton's coach.

It's got to be the quarterfinal game between Farrell and Uniontown at the Field House, March 17, 1988. People keep on reminding me of the faux pas I had. That game etched me in stone forever. I was the scorekeeper. Both teams wore light-colored uniforms and it was easy to mess up. In the early part of the second quarter I gave a basket to No. 30 of Farrell. It should have gone to Uniontown's No. 30, Dana Vaughns. I told them of the mistake but they didn't correct it. Farrell won the game in double overtime.

Basically, I do it for me, for my personal interest. I keep abreast with what's happening down through the years. A lot of people say I'm probably the best individual in Western Pennsylvania as far as stats are concerned. Sometimes writers call me, but not often.

I worked at McDonald's, I delivered pizza, I was a material handler for WABCO in Wilmerding for nine years and I was manager of a tanning salon from 1990 until 2004.

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