I’m thinking……

I might be back. It’s been 5 years since I’ve logged in here. At the beginning it was fun posting on here. Then it started to be like a job. Then Facebook and Twitter took off, much less pressure. And eventually I just quit posting here.

A lot has happened since I last posted. The Princess graduated from college. Budman finished high school and went off to college, he will graduate next year. Our pup passed away at 13 years of age, so  Esposa and I settled into our suddenly very empty nest.

So, I’m thinking I have things to say. This might as well be the place to say it. To heck with Facebook and Twitter. I’m too slow witted and long winded for either of them. Plus connecting with people you haven’t seen in 20-25 years can sometimes remind you why you haven’t seen them in a long time.

So….here we go. Let’s see what happens.

Tough out.

 

Burning Desire…..

bonfireburning2Texas A&M is a tradition rich school. Aggie Muster. The Fighting Texas Aggie Band. Howdy!. Reveille. The Twelfth Man.

But among the hallmark of Aggie traditions is Bonfire. From humble beginnings this tradition grew. Bonfire was held each year preceding the Texas game and it is said that the Bonfire represents the Aggies’ “burning desire to beat the hell out of t.u.”

Over the years the student led Bonfire grew in both it’s appeal and in size. The Esposa remembers the smell of wood in the quad from all of the CTs who had been up all night working at the cut or on the stack.

stackNine years ago this week, Aggies everywhere awoke to the news that the stack had collapsed. Details were slow to be reported. There were students trapped. Then reports of possible deaths. When the counting was done, 27 were injured and 12 young Aggies were lost.

One of the Aggies killed was the son of a old freshman football teammate. I hadn’t seen that guy in 25 years, but recognized him immediately in the picture of his boy shown on the local news.

As a family we headed out after Thanksgiving dinner and attended the candlelight service and midnight yell. Kyle Field, capacity ~77,000, was filled with mourning Aggies bearing lit candles and praying for the lost, the injured, and their families.

But it was at the game where the most extraordinary thing happened. The Texas band took the field. They were carrying maroon A&M flags along side their burnt orange Texas flags. They played a beautiful rendition of Amazing Grace in what was possibly the classiest display of comraderie, sportsmanship and compassion I’ve ever witnessed in the history of this storied and bitterly fought rivalry.

And in an improbable upset, the unranked Aggies beat the #5 Longhorns on that Thanksgiving weekend nine years ago this week. But I have to watch game highlights or read box scores to remember that part of the story. It’s the rest of the weekend that will never be forgotten.

Remembering these fine Ags and answering “here” when the roll is called:

Miranda Denise Adams ‘02
Christopher D. Breen ‘96
Michael Stephen Ebanks ‘03
Jeremy Richard Frampton ‘99
Jamie Lynn Hand ‘03
Christopher Lee Heard ‘03
Timothy Doran Kerlee, Jr ‘03
Lucas John Kimmel ‘03
Bryan A. McClain ‘02
Chad A. Powell ‘03
Jerry Don Self ‘01
Nathan Scott West ‘02

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Gig ‘Em

Obligatory Opening Weekend Football Post

Ok ok.

Thermometer readings aside, fall is officially here? How so you may ask. Because there was a football game this Friday night that’s how so. Near 90 degrees at kickoff, but fall football nonetheless.

Local high schoolers opened up on Friday night with our hometown Wildcats lining up against the Cardinals of Irving MacArthur.

Cats won going away, 33-17. But as usual here in the home of high school football and higher expectations, the football game was only half the experience.

Esposa and myownself found our way up to the General Admission section, yes there are reserved seats here for high school football games but all the good ones go to the season ticket holders. We had the distinct “pleasure” of sitting in front of what had to be the most obnoxious guy to ever purchase a ticket for a high school sporting event. With the footballers a little rusty from the long hot summer and making a few mistakes, the gentleman I came to call “Eeyore” started muttering “Oh come on!” after minor execution errors. This escalated into full blown “Are you kidding me?!” and ended with the stink eye I shot him after he exclaimed “How incompetent are you?!” at a kid who dropped a pass. He was quiet after that until halftime when we left to seek a less confrontational venue to take in the rest of the game. I’m not one of those “Well at least you did your best” kind of guys but I do tend to cut 16-17 year old kids a little slack if they don’t execute every play like the Dallas Cowboys. What a maroon.

Speaking of professional football, the Arkansas State University Red Wolves (nee Indians) certainly played in a league of their own against the Aggies at Kyle Field on Saturday night. We made the trip down to visit with The Princess and attend the home opener. The F-15 flyover (video not available because the camera operator is an idiot) was the highlight of the night as the visitors from the Sun Belt Conference outscored the Aggies in the first game of the Mike Sherman era. Hope it doesn’t turn out to be the Mike Sherman “error”.

I think I can speak for the other 78,866 Aggie faithful, some pictured at right, when I say….

Tank full of gas for the MegaSUV?: $85

Tickets to the home opener?: $135

New fan t-shirts and caps for the family?: $128

Watching your new multimillion dollar former NFL coach and your team looking like Ned in the First Reader against a middling school from a middling conference coached by guys who were high school assistants last year with a color-animal mascot lose their first home opener since the Reagan administration and then facing a two mile walk to the car and a 4 hour drive home?: Priceless.

But I’m not bitter.

NCAA Tourney Taint

I knew I couldn’t let the pictures speak for themselves. I was interested in what might be out there in the press. Without exception, all of the major sports outlets contained virtually identical articles, all with the same spin, same quotes, same same. Must have pulled it off the AP teletype, penciled their names at the top, faxed it to their editors and then hit the hotel bar.

Tim MacMahon posts in the DaMN sports blog:

Sloan, a fighter who began the week by going to his mother’s funeral, made a strong move to try to tie the score with seconds remaining. But he didn’t get a shot off, losing the ball in the lane. There might have been some contact, but there’s no way the refs blow the whistle in that situation in front of all those Bruins fans.

Might? Check the pics below Tim. And why “no way the refs blow the whistle?” Are NCAA officials such manginas that they cede control of the game to the fans? Does that not just encourage poor fan behavior? I mean I’m sure there was security there and metal detectors so there shouldn’t have been guns or explosive devices. What are you guys afraid of? Empty cups? Ice cubes? Cold wet beverages? Pussies. Do your job.

For the record, last night’s officials were Timothy Higgins, Brian O’Connell and Bryan Kersey. Let the email campaign begin Ags.

Terrance Harris asks the question on the Houston Chronicle blog. Answer: Yes Terrance, the Aggies were robbed.

Upon further review, it appears the block on Donald Sloan’s driving layup in the waning moments might have actually been a foul.

Next question. Will the mainstream sports media, after they finish their orgasm over UCLA’s tainted win, pick up on the story.

How about it ESPN? CBS? SI? Anyone?

Any of you hacks up for a little Easter Sunday introspection, ready to go beyond your rubber stamp newswire accounts of the game and look a little deeper?

UPDATED: A minor victory, after the Bruin mauling of Donald Sloan, UCLA scored with no time on the clock. The NCAA has disallowed the basket and revised the final score. Meh.

An even better shot of the “all ball” “block” on Sloan’s last shot. I just can’t seem to let this go. Time to move on, but you know, I’m just sayin’.