“Lagniappe” is a word I learned during my graduate school and post-grad year of work on the clinical faculty at Tulane Medical School in New Orleans a half century ago. It is a French derivative and it roughly means “small gift” – to both the giver and the recipient. South Louisiana news writers mostly used their lagniappe as the gift of small news that was both educational and entertaining in a way that met their own needs to fill column space on slow news days. This isn’t really a slow news day here at The Pecan Park Eagle for we don’t view ourselves anyway as the “EXTRA! EXTRA!” breaking news source for anyone. As a result, some readers prefer to see our subject material as trivial – and it more often than not – plainly is – trivia delivered in an answer-included form,
Indulge or pass. – It’s always up to each of us to choose where we graze our eyes, minds, and appetites:
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ast End Park near Clinton Drive may been the site of 4-game weekend series in June 1930 between the Houston Black Buffs and the Galveston Black Sand Crabs.
June 4, 1930: Black Sandcrabs Play Black Pelicans Today.
The Galveston Black Sandcrabs will open a two-game series this afternoon with the New Orleans Black Sandcrabs at 3:30 o’clock at School Park. Special seats will be reserved for white customers. *
Saturday they will open a four-game series at Houston with the Black Buffs,
~ Galveston Daily News, June 4, 1930, Page 9.
* Makes one wonder if those “special seats” for whites were down the far right field line where blacks were often forced to sit during the more common example of minority group segregation. We doubt it.
For more information on Negro League baseball in the Greater Houston-Galveston area during the long era of segregation, check out “Houston Baseball: The Early Years, 1861-1961” at Barnes & Noble, Brazos Bookstore in Houston, or Amazon.Com. If you have any interest in Texas baseball history at all, you will be most glad you did. Our SABR publication by the Houston Larry Dierker Chapter is also available through Chapter Chairman Bob Dorrill. To order from Bob Dorrill, call 281-361-7874 or e-mail him at bdorrill@aol.com
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UH COMES TO LIFE IN GAME 2 WITH GRAMBLING;; ALMOST CATCHES #25 BYU IN COMEBACK RUN THAT FALLS SHORT IN GAME 3.
UH COUGARS HAVE REASON TO HOPE – EVEN AT 1-2 EARLY SEASON START
An early sluggish offense, no running game, not much blocking, terrible kicking, poor tackling, and sorry special teams play were tough obstacles to overcome last night at BYU, but UH finally found their suspenders and stopped falling down on the job. The trouble was – the wake up call near the end of the first half didn’t come until UH found themselves at the bottom of a desert hole that was 23 runs deep. That’s when two takeaways and a “Hail Mary” delivered on the last play of the first half brought the UH Cougars back to a mere 23-15 deficit going back to the clubhouse.
Old Man Mo died on UH in the 3rd quarter and they took a goose egg with them to the 4th quarter as BYU used a field goal in the 3rd quarter to stretch their lead going into the last chapter to 26-15. When the Utah home boys then settled behind QB Taysom Hill and produced a clock-eating TD to boost the lead for BYU up to 33-15, all seemed lost, but it wasn’t. Here came UH again, taking the ball away and executing an O’Korn to Greenberry TD pass that narrowed the gap to 33-22. Houston again then took the ball away on an interception that looked more like a “purse snatch and grab at the mall” deep in BYU territory, but then choosing not to go for it on a 4th and short near the red zone, UH elected instead to kick the field goal that brought them back to 33-25 with the clock working against them. UH got the ball one more time, but deep in their own territory. They couldn’t do anything with it in another “three and out” and BYU seized the opportunity from the UH punt to gratefully run out the game clock.
It was a loss for UH, but they never gave up – and they gave #25 BYU all they could handle. The UH Cougars will get better from here. All signs point to it. We believe.
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MY TWO NEW SEASON SEAT LOCATIONS AT TDECU ARE ON THE FRONT ROW WITH NO ONE IN FRONT OF US OR BEHIND US.
UH TOOK CARE OF MY SEASON TICKET EXCHANGE
We forgot to report that UH took care of our sight-line complaints last week prior to the Grambling game. Our two seats are now located in the spacious front single line only section of the upper deck. There is nothing to obstruct our view now. No one is in front of us. No one is behind us. We have one single bench seat and one folding chair spot next to it – and we are sitting adjacent to our friend, Sam Quintero, who decided to buy into the same hind of situation adjacent to our seats, The exchange cost m nothing as my UH acted swiftly to make sure that we were happy with our new arrangement. And I very much am.
Thank you UH for being a first class family.
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HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS.
Sunset at TDECU Stadium on the UH campus feels to us like the beginning of good things to come – and not the end of the day to a life already spent. We embrace this hunger for hope today as fully, if not more so, than we possibly could have done 68 years ago, when we first saw this same sky, staring back over the west side of the old stadium wall that pointed its end zones north and south. I was an eight-year old kid in 1946, the year of UH’S first football season, and I was only there a couple of times because our Pecan Park neighborhood was fairly close to UH and my late dad apparently saw going to see the Cougars play their first game as something we could do together on a rare weekend he wasn’t working.
Thanks, Dad! I didn’t appreciate it so much back then, but I sure do now.
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Have a nice weekend, everybody!
The Pecan Park Eagle 
September 12, 2014 at 4:26 pm |
Bill, all this time I thought I was related to the “best believer” UH ever had….our Uncle Jerome Peschke who had a wonderful life of
UH experiences. Perhaps you crossed paths with him years ago.
When I was digging through old yearbooks and newspapers for
baseball items, I copied old pics of Uncle Jerome and sent them
to cousins. Yes, SABR helped make all that possible! Thanks, and
I do agree you certainly qualify as a Cougar Believer.
September 12, 2014 at 5:00 pm |
Tom – What a small world it is, indeed! Mr. Jerome Peschke was your uncle? Wow! He was the faculty adviser to our fraternity, Phi Kappa Theta, and one of the super good guys! I really liked talking with him as a college kid who was raised to seek out the wisdom of our elders. Coming from the UH College of Business Administration, Mr. Peschke tried to impress us with the point that, no matter what our majors were, we needed to understand the world of business because “the rules governing business are going to impact what all of you plan to do in your professional lives.” Thank you, Jerome Peschke, for helping me be a little less dumb than I otherwise was about business in the first place. And thank you too, Tom Murrah, for again reminding me of how small this circle of connection we all share truly is.