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Astros’ McCurdy Coming Along Fine

September 9, 2011

Ryan McCurdy, Catcher

In the middle of all the doubt and distrust generating from the way the delayed sale of the Astros to Jim Crane is working out, the bright spot remains the play of the kids that have been brought up to pay out the end of the 2011 season as the face of the future Houston Astros. Some of these players, like Jose Altuve, J.D. Martinez, and J.B. Shuck, are home-grown Astros products all the way. Others are recent trade-acquired prospects like Jimmy Paredes, Brett Wallace, Mark Melancon, Henry Sosa, and David Carpenter. The Astros had to give up stars like Roy Oswalt, Lance Berkman, Hunter Pence, and Michael Bourn to get these latter new guys, and a few others, like a fellow named “Singleton”, who isn’t here yet, but these energetic and productive young guys are fast becoming our clearer and clearer dream portrait of how successful the future of the Astros can be, if only …. (You fill in the rest of the blanks here for a complete true thought).

One of the babies who isn’t here yet bears a name that’s very familiar to me, so, it’s only natural that I’m quite attracted to the prospect that there may be somebody out there who is capable of taking our family name where I could never bring it. Ryan McCurdy (no relation to anyone here at The Pecan Park Eagle) is the young man out of Duke University whom the Astros signed as a catching prospect during the 2010 season.

Ryan McCurdy hit only .148 in 20 games for Rookie League Greeneville and Class A Tri-City in 2010, but this year, he just finished the 2011 season at Tri-City of NY-PA League with a.328 batting average (33/102) with 6 doubles and 17 RBI. At age 23, he’s now moved up to finish the year on the roster of Lexington in the Class A Sally League.

And who knows? Maybe Mr. Jason Castro will leave a little open space for a second young catcher on some future roster of the Houston Astros? Let’s hope that all our young guys come through so strongly that right decisions on who to keep are the biggest problem facing the club.  By then. let’s hope that the franchise has a clear stable head with deep enough pockets and the business and baseball savvy they will need to lead this train of talent to where the City of Houston wants to go in the fairly near future.

Need I spell out where we want to go with our local efforts in major league baseball? It’s a place we’ve visited once, with a “close, but no cigar” result. Well, all we want is to finally win a few of these battles – and to be in contention every year, more often than not. Is that too much to ask for the 4th largest city in the United States?

My late dad once gave me some advice as a young man about buying cars that I think also applies to major league baseball franchises and just about anything else we pay big bucks to own. Dad Said: “Never buy a car you cannot afford to drive.” 

The application here is obvious: You don’t buy a major league franchise for $680 million dollars, if you cannot afford to run the organization as though it were really worth that much money. Just as you don’t buy a Cadillac to hide in the garage and never drive for the sake of protecting your investment, you don’t buy a major league club to hide away and depreciate in value because you could not afford to drive it to the winner’s circle at the World Series.

If you are the new owner of the Astros, get behind the kids and help them develop as the best team of major leaguers Houston could assemble!

Go Ryan! Go McCurdy! Go All! Go Astros!

Astros to American League West?

September 8, 2011

Are the "Astros to AL" on Bud Selig's bucket list?

Houston Chronicle sports columnist Richard Justice has done again what he does so well. Today he’s written another article which stirs the hearts of Astros fans like yours truly to further rue and dread the day we ever read that local businessman Jim Crane was buying the club from Drayton McLane, Jr. for $680 million dollars on a maxed out line of credit to him and 29-30 minority partners. Now Justice suggests that the final approval of the club sale may hinge upon Crane’s agreement to move the Astros in the direction that Commissioner Bud Selig wants them to go – that is, to the American League West, with its abominable DH rule and tons of late night season game starts from the west coast. * (See addendum at end of column.)

If Justice is right, all Houston has to do is to surrender its ninety year identification with the National League, dating back to Houston’s history as a farm club with the local Buffs through 1958 – and then give up its place as a full-time member of the NL, a status its held as a club with the Colt .45s and Astros from 1962 through 2011. Oh yeah, those little changes, plus picking up the DH rule as our new standard guide for playing the game, and getting used to the Astros never again playing the St. Louis Cardinals during the season on a regular basis.

That’s all. Is that too much to ask?

In exchange, we fans also get to fall asleep on the couch watching a ton of games from the west coast against the Angels, A’s, and (ho-hum) Mariners – and also to the joy of extending the Silver Boot Series with the Rangers to a full load of 18 home and away games. – Jeez, I can hardly wait!

What’s it really all about? And what does Houston being forced to move to the AL have to do with the final approval of the team’s sale to Jim Crane? – Who knows?

Justice’s September 8th column strongly suggests that Commissioner Bud Selig has far more concerns about Jim Crane’s business record than he exposes, but that he will probably not kill the deal because of his friendship with Drayton McLane. Justice goes on to conjecture that Selig may still use the power he has to get Crane to accept an AL West move by the Astros as a quiet, under-the-table condition of approval.

As for me, I am not The Shadow and I have no evidential eye on what evil lives within the hearts of men, but my political intuition tells me, maybe this time, there is something to Mr. Justice’s suspicions.

All I know for sure is that the young pups now playing in the living room of our club’s future are looking pretty good out there. We fans just need that other shoe to drop soon on the matter of ownership change to whatever it is going to be. Excessive time delays beyond the end of the 2011 season are going to hurt trust and hope and ticket sales for 2012.

We fans don’t like being played for pawns. And baseball needs to remember. Without us fans, baseball has no market for its product. And over time, these critical delays on the Crane sale are starting to make some of us feel that we fans are simply being taken for granted as a support base that will be there, no matter what.

Think a damn-gin, Commissioner Selig. Your inaction on the executive level is putting us through another kind of drought in Houston, but like the weather-cycle drought that now enfolds us in a haze of billowing smoke, our baseball decision drought is also causing a local smolder of its own. Do we have to wait until this baseball smolder bursts into a flame that reaches up to torch a certain part of your anatomy, Mr. Commish? We hope not.

We just need a good baseball decision on the future of the Houston Astros. And we need it now. Even if it’s to start all over on a search for the best next owner of the franchise.

* ADDENDUM: Forgive me for creating any wrong impression. Richard Justice is not saying that an AL West move would be the deal-breaker in Commissioner Bud Selig’s final decision to approve Jim Crane as the new principal owner of the Astros. He’s just saying that it could be a condition that works its way into the settlement of things. As per usual, none of us outside the loop know for sure sure what is going on. We just know that it seems to be going on for an excessive amount of time.

New Courses for Student Athletes

September 7, 2011

College Football Season is Here Again!

After recently listening to hosts Mark Van der Meer and John Lopez of Sports Radio 610 in Houston kick around the idea of the “worst lie” in sports, I was led to my own thoughts on the subject, which is always the most dangerous place for me to go. To me, the answer was as obvious as the absence of rain in Texas. – “Student Athlete” is the biggest sports lie of them all.

Where else are you going to find “students” being held accountable for winning a television contract for their university on the basis of their little “amateur” accomplishments in games of inter-collegiate “play”?

I say – let’s, at least, clean up the lie. Give these university task-burdened students a chance to study and graduate in something that fits in better with their future plans and life styles. Student athletes can’t all become high school PE program coordinator and auxiliary history teachers, can they? We need to give them more future options – ones that will better match the demands of their potential careers as professional athletes.

I have a couple of modest subject matter suggestions. And, “WOW!” These seem so obvious. You would think that a certain nearby university that now sits on its own media glory hill with a sports network all-its-own, one that is bound to hook everybody, one way or another, would simply jump at the chance to add these two prestigious and practical items to their academic calendar list of degree offerings.

If not, they could leave the creation of these academic fields to that other state university, the one now leaving the Big 12 with their feelings hurt because they also do not have their own TV network. And that might be an even better fit. Since Governor Rick Perry is an alumnus of that other place, they could even give him credit for all the additional jobs in Texas that these two fields are going to create.

Here are my obvious choices as new academic degree fields that will help unsting the lie that now rings from the phrase, “student athlete:”

(1) BLINGOLOGY / Subject Coverage Areas: How to buy, wear, implant, chew with, and, otherwise use bling (gold) in your everyday life – and how to deploy bling as an attractive crack-filler on walls and foundations of your various homes during periods of drought. Requirements: Class attendance is optional. Everyday interest is glitter and glamour is essential. Acquiring and showing off bling daily is recommended. Suggestions: Avoid enrollment in schools and states where the legal ways and means questions surrounding your acquisitions of bling as a student athlete are held to high levels of ethical and legal consideration.

(2) SHARKOLOGY / Subject Coverage Areas: How to win the confidence and trust of those who may be able to lift your own personal level of life to a higher standard that goes far beyond your deservedness, based on actual qualifications or effort. Graduates in sharkology move rapidly into positions of authority as sports agents, political campaign managers, political office holders, reality TV stars, TV infomercial directors, and TV evangelists. Requirements: Must score high in tests for narcissism and sociopathy to achieve maximum results. People with consciences and guilt-based neuroses need not apply. Suggestions: Before making application for acceptance as a student in this area, try ripping off your sickly grandmother’s equally unwell pension fund. If you succeed with no whims of remorse, sharkology is definitely for you.

Perhaps, some of you have other ideas about what we might do to make “student athlete” less the lie it has become in college sports. Should we just go ahead and pay these talented young people as talented young professional athletes – and give up the student-ruse altogether? Or do we take away football and basketball from the powerful alums who simply want to use their universities as a forum for self-glorification of their own ego-driven desire for power at all costs?

When I think of the real potential students who may now only graduate from college by taking on an $80,000 student loan to pay off over the course of their working lives, it makes me sick. If some of that profit generated from college football actually went to making college affordable to more real students, I would be more inclined to say “let the thing role on as is.”

But that’s not what’s happening. For now, the money goes into the kind of perpetual recruiting and capital improvements all universities need to make to stay competitive – and also to how many deep pockets of those who work to run each program? The best coaches alone cost millions these days.

Wait! Here’s an early score: Sharkology University 14 – Blingology Tech 13. (10:04, 1st QTR)

You Are Invited to Houston’s Birthday Party!

September 5, 2011

HAPPY 175TH BIRTHDAY, HOUSTON! (1836-2011 & COUNTING)

This is an important week in the history of our dear old hometown, folks. Houston is marking the 175th anniversary of its 1836 birth and a few stalwart Houstonians are out there doing all they can to make sure that the date passes as a moment of much due notice, credit, and celebration.

This coming Saturday, September 10, 2011, Story Sloane III, owner of Story Sloane’s Gallery at 1570 South Dairy Ashford, just a couple of blocks south of the Briar Forest intersection, is throwing ann al day party to help Houston do it up right and he invites all of you with any rooted interest in our community to stop by and join in the fun.

Sloane is a master photographer with a strong background as a curator and archivist of Houston’s earliest photographic history up to the present. and these kinds of photos will be on display next Saturday, using images that date back to the late 19th century. Without a doubt, people will have  a chance to see, and even purchase copies, if they so desire, from the best and biggest collection of Houston visual images available in our entire 750 square mile area.

The birthday celebration highlight will be the showing of “Boomtown Houston,” a motion picture production created from moving picture film taken of Houston during the booming oil days of the 1920s. This film is the earliest known footage of moving pictures taken in Houston and it is exclusively available through the Sloane Collection.

FREE BIRTHDAY CAKE and FREE VINTAGE HOUSTON POSTERS are available to all who choose to be there this coming Saturday!

Story Sloane is a good friend to the historical research and preservation aims of this Pecan Park Eagle local Houston history site too – and I also consider him a good personal friend, as well. Story also currently serves as our graphic images acquisition coordinator for a major local piece of research we are doing now for the Society of American Baseball Research. This project is called “Houston Baseball, The Early Years, 1861-1961.”

"Hey, kids! If any of you are still around, come help us celebrate Houston's 175th birthday this coming Saturday!"

In 2009, Story Jones Sloane III wrote “Houston in The 1920s and 1930s” for Arcadia Publishing as the unquestionably best visual book on Houston photo history to date for that period of time. – And that’s the kind of quality that is going into all that Story has planned for us and our dear city this coming weekend. Please come. I’ll be there too for a good part of the time and I too will be looking forward to meeting you too.

The “Happy 175th Birthday, Houston” party corresponds with Story’s Saturday store hours. Drop by for any or all of the time that lapses between 12 Noon and 4:00 PM.

If you would prefer to preview the collection prior to Saturday, the Sloane Gallery is open from 12 Noon to 6:00 PM, Tuesday – Friday; 12 Noon to 4:00 PM on Saturday, the actual day of the party this coming week; and normally is closed on Sundays and Mondays.

If you have further questions, please feel free to call Story Sloane during normal business hours at 281.496.2212.

And just be there this coming Saturday. You and Houston history will both be the richer for your interest and decision to come. Story Sloane does make quality copies of rare Houston photos, but no one coming to the party is under pressure to buy anything. Story Sloane’s passion is his livelihood, but he pours all he gets back into the business of preservation. In his own words: We Sell Houston’s History to Preserve it.”

Hope to see you soon!

 

 

“We Love Jimmie” Says It Best!

September 5, 2011

The World Famous Platters Sang Our Birthday Message ...

"WE LOVE YOU, JIMMIE!" ...

"...AND WE LOVE RUTH ANN TOO!"

If you were among the 300 plus people who gathered with us at the Petroleum Club In Lafayette, Louisiana last Saturday night, September 3rd, to honor the lifetime of love for family, service to country, creative and bold leadership in the world of entertainment and business, and benevolent loyalty to friends that has been, and continues to be, the life of 87-year old Jimmie Menutis, then I’m probably not telling you anything that you don’t already know about this gentle, humble icon of true American greatness.

The birthday party was great. If you there for this once-in-a-lifetime experience (unless the family decides to make it a regular event), I don’t need to tell you anything. The company was great, the World Famous Platters were terrifically entertaining, and the dancing was superb. We got to meet all the available Menutis family members and we heard some marvelous and funny stories about Jimmie Menutis the Man from his good friend, the Honorable Paul Valteau, the former Sheriff of New Orleans.

Along the way, we also got to see that many of the old Whip-Dancing crowd is still not “to old to stroll or too pooped to pop.” Steve Schifani and Mary Pat Schifani of Houston won the dance contest over sixteen other couples, earning a prize from Jimmie and Ruth Ann that you won’t see at every birthday party. The Schifanis earned an all expenses paid trip to Las Vegas for still being able to do “The Whip” like it was 1958.

Steve and Mary Pat Schifani (foreground) show off their winning dance style.

Jimmie and Ruth Ann Menutis also cut a mean rug the night before at a public performance on Friday night by The Platters.

Jimmie and Ruth Ann reprised the look of love on the dance floor Saturday.

As Master of Ceremonies for the evening, I was far too busy working the pace of things to gather names and facts for a pure coverage of the party as an event, but some things happened to deepen my appreciation for my already positive feelings about Jimmie Menutis. Please remember that I’ve known Jimmie Menutis (with the “y” spelling of his first name) for over a half century, but that I only met him in person for the first time last Friday night, when my son Neal and I arrived in Lafayette early enough to take in a public performance by the Platters with the Menutises.

Folks, I have to tell you some things you may not know about Jimmie Menutis, unless you’ve met him and paid attention to the kind and quiet company of this gentle man – as to who he really is – and is not:

(1) Jimmie Menutis is no ordinary 87-year old human being. The man thinks, and moves, and reacts like a man half his age – I’ll put him at age 55 tops. You should have seen him dance. He and Ruth Ann were super partners out there on the floor.

(2) Jimmie Menutis is not merely a successful entrepreneur and businessman with a big reputation for same in the entertainment world.. He is a solid family man and a loyal friend, with a modest view of his rather considerable accomplishments in life as a war hero, and as a true vanguard defender of civil rights for performers and fans in the entertainment world. He just did what he did so quietly that most people don’t even know the whole story. I don’t pretend to know the whole story on short notice either, but I picked up enough from my access to scrapbooks and tidbit-talk with and about Jimmie Menutis this past weekend to be convinced of the man’s basic goodness.

(3) As a young man, Jimmie did a long tour of duty in World War II as a war correspondent in the Pacific Theatre. He was injured in combat three times, if memory serves, but always went back to get the job done he had been assigned to do.

(4) When Jimmie opened the Jimmy Menutis Club back in 1958, he opened the door in racially segregated Houston that gave minority stars a first class mainstream place to perform before local audiences.  The problem, of course, was that segregation was designed to keep the races apart. An entertainment vendor wasn’t supposed to sell tickets to blacks for shows performed by other blacks, if the show was intended for whites.

Well, Jimmie had not opened his club to get caught up in this mess as a civil rights movement strategy, but it didn’t take him very long to see the dilemma he faced. Some black performers didn’t want to play Houston because other blacks could not come see the shows too. Who could blame them? Houston was loaded at that time with racists who still wanted help from Fats Domino to “find their thrills on Blueberry Hill,” as long as they didn’t have to sit next  to black people when they got there.

Jimmie took a practical approach to the problem. He got the word out through minority media people that blacks could buy tickets. Then he quietly seated black patrons together. If some indignant white customer raised a question with Jimmie, he just told the complainants that, “those people are family and they have a right to be here.” Fortunately for Jimmie, that explanation settled things in the short term. Segregation of venues in every area was on the way out – and people like Jimmie Menutis just helped it get out of the way faster,

(5) Bottom Line: In establishing a landing field for rock and roll in Houston, Jimmie Menutis also leaned into the cultural and legal change arena that first came down upon Houston and the rest of America in the 1960s. All the battles for equity and justice weren’t won by the so-called civil rights leaders. More often than not, positive change came from the actions of quiet folks – people who simply had the courage to get out there, however imperfectly, and just do the right thing,  Jimmie Menutis was, and is – such a man.

THE GHOST OF PLATTERSTEIN! - The close flash caught me in a big glare as the Platters began their performance,

The Platters were awesome. Starting with “Only You” and going all the way through their greatest hits, “My Prayer,” “Twilight Time,” “Smoke Gets in Your Eyes” and “The Great Pretender,”  along with so many others, they faithfully rendered the versions we best remember. Even if they all are only the newest generation of this wonderful old group, they have kept alive “The Magic Touch”  of the group that started back in 1953. Between 1955 and 1968, the Platters had 4 songs reach the #1 ranking and they saw 35 individual songs hit the top ten list in popular music. Overall, 43 Platters songs achieved some kind of national ranking during that same era. They were the group that helped America fall in love. And they did a beautiful job on our special night for Jimmie Menutis.

Lawrence "Rooster" Lockard of The Platters and Fan.

I shall  be forever grateful to Jimmie and Ruth Ann Menutis for the small part they gave me in this great day of celebration. Back home at The Pecan Park Eagle, I just had to share this now enlarged sketch I now hold of Jimmie after this past weekend.  As survivors on this long roller coaster ride of life, I think that we live better with ourselves as we get better at doing the right thing, when the right thing comes up, as it does every day. And I’m simply swept up in awe of a man who has been doing the next right thing in life longer than most of us can even remember being here.

Neal McCurdy shows off the entry way photo display.

And Elvis Presley mans the guest sign-in table.

Thank you! …. Thank you very much!

Now have a safe and peaceful Labor Day!

We Used To Be In Tune With The Heat

September 1, 2011

August 1956: San Jacinto Battlegrounds. Note the Open WIndow on the Driver's Side of My Original '51 Olds 88. I was there on a Sunday picnic with my girl friend.

I’ve grown to hate our summer heat. And this drought heat is relentless. And scary.

We live two parallel blocks from Addicks Dam, at North Kirkwood, where the fires on the other side of the earthen water retention wall are still burning over in the now dried up water retention area of the Bear Creek water shed.And from the look of things on the 6:00 PM news, they seem to be burning grass and trees in an out of control sort of way. Only the buffer line of sand along the lower ridge of the dam’s other side, and favorable winds, seems to be what’s sparing us a disastrous spider-fingered reach of flying embers.

Thank God for the physical barrier and weather luck. The smoke in the air is bad enough.

Back in the post-WWII Houston East End, when and where I grew up, we lived in houses without AC, but they were built for cross breezes and cooling down vis-a-vis attic fans. When we went outside, we were already acclimated to heat. The temperature differential between inside and outside was not that great, so we simply didn’t mind it. That being said, I don’t recall a single childhood summer like this one. It was hot alright, but we had regular rain at fairly close intervals, and some summers, it rained every afternoon like clockwork. As I’ve already said, we were acclimated to the heat because we lived in houses and drove cars that had no air conditioning. Other than movie theatres and some buildings downtown, most of Houston was not air-conditioned back then. Home window AC units didn’t become popular or affordable until about 1957. I was a sophomore at UH by then, but I still had to get permission from my dad as to when he deemed it warm enough to use.

“Can we turn on the artificial norther machine?” I’d ask.

“Wait til it gets a little hotter” was dad’s usual answer.

Yeah, I know. It didn’t take some of us long  to find the road to AC dependency and Houston-Heat sissification. I wasn’t paying light bills in those days. Once I got out there totally on my own, it also didn’t take long for me to appreciate dad’s original notion that AC was a some time thing. In time, and not much of it, dad shifted from seeing AC as a sometime thing to a summertime – or any time-it-gets-hot thing.

Hopefully, we will get some rain in the next few days. It’s a little late to save some of our lawns, but still, water falling from the sky again would still make those of us now working around in the dirt sort of happy.

Take Me Out To The Brawl Game

August 30, 2011

The Gay Nineties weren't all that gentle a time.

Darrell Pittman is a fine baseball historian and writer over at Astros Daily and also a valuable member of our SABR research team and our work-in-progress project, “Houston Baseball, The Early Years: 1861-1961.”  Both the title of this column and the following story that Darrell retrieved from Page 3 of the May 18, 1896 Houston Daily Post are to his credit. Thank you very much, Darrell Pittman. Your story-finds both lighten and enlighten our days and lives. 

It’s an interesting cultural piece, a funny look at the reporter’s use of language in bringing us this story of absolute mayhem, and a real look at the practical index on racial prejudice against Italian immigrants in rural Pennsylvania back in the last decade of the 19th century:

BALL GAME RIOT

SPECTATORS AND PLAYERS WERE MORE OR LESS INJURED.

HAZLETON, PA, MAY 17  –  Six persons were shot and a number of others seriously injured during a riot at Macadoo, a town four miles from here this afternoon. The injured are Jos. Ward, shot in knee; Thomas Karns, shot in arm;  James M. Downey, finger blown off: Burke Brennan, shot in shoulder; James Brennan, shot in arm; Mary Burke, shot in back; Antonio Rizzio, nose broken; Mrs. Ruth Viecho, scalp wound.

A game of baseball was in progress when a gang of drunken Italians charged upon the players and spectators with revolvers, clubs, and stones. Last night an Italian had been arrested for assault and battery. A number of young men took him from the constable and unmercifully beat him. The Italians, hearing of the beating, threatened revenge. They fulfilled their threat today. The first inning had just been finished when there  was a pistol shot. It was followed in a few minutes by a promiscuous discharge of firearms. The crowd attempted to run away, but the Italians chased them, discharging their pistols and throwing stones.The foreigners were almost mad with rage and blazed away incessantly until the police arrived.

Several of the Italians were arrested and more will be taken into custody tomorrow. Ward, who was the catcher for catcher for the Macadoo club, is the most seriously injured. He is lying in a hospital in critical condition.

– Houston Daily Post, May 18, 1896 Edition, Page 3.

My Ten Favorite Houston Wrestlers

August 29, 2011

Irish Danny McShane, My All Time Favorite Full Time Star!

I’ve written on Houston wrestling before. It was a big part of my coming-of-age East End Houston past, as well as the one serial weekly program that riveted most of us to those tiny new ten inch diameter television sets that began slowly popping up in our Pecan Park houses and all the other neighborhoods of this city back in 1949.

Back in that day, a fellow named Billy Sanders was my best friend. The Sanders family lived one block over from our place on Japonica at a Myrtle Street address. If memory serves, they were the first family in our general area to actually own a television set. KLEE-TV, which would be sold to the Hobby family and become KPRC-TV in 1950, had only been on the air since January 1, 1949.

One day in February 1949, I came walking up to the Sanders house, bouncing a baseball on the sidewalk, glove in hand, looking for Billy, or someone, to play catch with in the dead of  a warm Houston winter. As I approached the house, Billy must have seen me coming because he swung on the front door, opening it wide, almost as wide as the smile on his face.

“Come on in,” Billy said. “I want to show you something we just got.”

I said, “sure,” never knowing that I was walking through a door that would change my outlook on life forever.

There in the far corner stood this huge sort of furniture-looking box with a small, fuzzy black and white picture screen showing these people talking and moving around – and right there in Billy’s living room.

I was totally in awe and unaware. “What’s this?” I asked. “Radio with pictures?”

“It’s better than radio,” Billy said. “It’s called television.”

Oh.

My second thought went to the next obvious techno-model from my life experience to that point.

“In other words,” I reflected, “it’s like having a tiny movie theatre in your own home.”

“Something like that,” Billy mumbled.

Going with the movie model, I spent the next few minutes standing directly n front of the TV screen, smiling in amazement that my body did not block out the picture as it did when we showed home movies that my dad had taken of our family’s earlier years. Then came the inevitable sigh of “what will they think of next?” and “how can I get my dad to see that we need one of these television sets too?”

That took some doing, and the subject stands alone as a story unto itself. This little snippet memory is more about how television came into my life, and how I, like so many others, got hooked on the Cyclops Master by watching wrestling every Friday night on a neighbor’s television set. Mr. and Mrs. Sanders were kind enough to have me over like clockwork to watch the telecast of wrestling from the City Auditorium downtown.

Morris Sigel was the promoter back in 1949 and the wonderful Paul Boesch was the telecasting voice of everything that happened, from commercials to interviews with angry combatants to the blow-by-blow description of what happened in the ring. As you probably know, Paul Boesch eventually became the promoter himself and one of the most beloved philanthropists in the area of underprivileged children in Houston.

Cutting quickly to the chase, here’s a listing of my ten favorite Houston wrestlers.  I excluded Paul Boesch because his occasional matches were basically pump-the-gate-with-a-revenge-match deals. If he had wrestled all the time, I would had to put him all the way at the top. I also did not use some of the big national names because they simply did not work the Houston area often enough. Here’s my list. These are the guys that I liked watching, whether they were good guys or bad guys. And back in the day, every wrestler was either good or bad:

My Ten Favorite Houston Wrestlers

(1) Irish Danny McShane (bad guy)

(2) Black Guzman (good guy)

(3) Duke Keomuka (bad guy)

(4) Bull Curry (bad guy)

(5) Cyclone Anaya (good guy)

(6) Killer Kowalski (bad guy)

(7) Whiskers Savage (good guy)

(8) Rito Romero (good guy)

(9) Dirty Don Evans (bad guy)

(10) Big Humphrey (good guy)

Have a great Monday, everybody, but don’t put the choke hold on anyone just for the sake of getting your job done, and don’t rub soap in your co-workers’ eyes when they are not looking.

 

 

Houston Area’s Greatest Boxing Heavies

August 28, 2011

Two Houston fans settle issue over who shall possess the last available ticket to the 1888 season opener for the town's new professional base ball team. In spite of abounding rumors, the winner was not the lithe figure of a young George Foreman.

There have been a number of excellent heavyweight boxers who came out of the greater Houston area to fight on the larger world stage, but none so famous and capable as these five men. To me, they will always be The Houston Area’s Greatest Boxing Heavies:

1. Jack Johnson (DOB: 03-31-1878 in Galveston, TX; DOD: 06-10-1946) Became first black man to win the heavyweight crown when he won a 15-round TKO to thwart the comeback of retired champion Jim Jeffries on 07-04-1910. Racism at the turn of the 20th century, fueled by Johnson’s libertine life style and his personal preference for the social company of white women both failed to win him many friends among that era’s easily threatened moral white majority as it served to inspire the title of “Great White Hope” that was then bestowed upon every Caucasian challenger to his reign as the heavyweight champion of the world. Career Record: 55 wins, 11 losses, and 7 draws, with 35 KO wins and 6 KO losses included.

2. George Foreman (DOB: 01-10-1949 in Marshall, TX, but grew up in Houston.) On 01-22-1973, he won his first heavyweight championship in a 3-round TKO of Joe Frazier, but then lost it again on 10-30-1974 to Muhammed Ali in an 8th round KO loss (his only one ever) in the famous “Rumble in the Jungle”/”Rope-a-Dope” match in Africa. Foreman later regained the heavyweight championship in an incredible AARP-like KO of Michael Moorer in 10 rounds on 11-05-1994.  Foreman then went on to become the most successful and wealthiest products pitch man in Houston heavyweight history. Career Record: Foreman’s career included 76 wins and 5 losses, with 68 of those wins coming by the KO route and only 1 ending in a KO loss.

3. Cleveland Williams (DOB: 06-30-1933 in Griffin, GA, but made his home in Houston throughout his boxing career and over the balance of his life; DOD: 09-11-1999) Lost a 11-14-1966 challenge in the Astrodome to champion Muhammed Ali by a TKO in the 3rd round. Earlier, “The Big Cat”, as he was known, won a 06-28-1966 TKO in 3 rounds over fellow Houston heavy Tod Herring. Career Record: 78 wins and 13 losses and 1 draw, with 58 KO wins and 8 KO losses in the bunch.

4. Roy Harris (DOB: 06-29-1933 in Cut-n-Shoot, TX ) Lost to Champion Floyd Patterson on a 13-round TKO, 08-18-1958. On 04-25-1960,  my  college roommate and I made a last minute decision to drive downtown to the old City Auditorium and catch the Roy Harris-Sonny Liston fight that was taking place live in Houston at the old Coliseum. Like most Houston fight fans, we were hoping that local boy Harris could pull a rabbit from the hat and take out boxing’s big bully of those times. As financially struggling UH students, we second-guessed ourselves all the way there about our decisions to spring for the five bucks each, plus parking, that it was going to cost us. To hype the pressure, our decision to go came late enough to put us in our seats at near or shortly after the start of the fight. We got there inside just in time to enter to the sound of a a long low groan.  As we reached eyesight of the screen, while we were  still walking in search of our seats, we quickly saw the reason for the local crowd’s sinking spirit. There was Roy Harris, laying flat on his back. As he struggled to his feet, the referee quickly called it: “The winner by a TKO in the first round, Sonny Liston!” OUCH! It was the fastest lost five bucks in my life, up to that point, at least. All of my other memories of Roy Harris the boxer are pretty good. Career Record: Won 30 and lost 5, with 9 KO wins and 4 KO losses.

5. Tod Herring (DOB: 07-02-1937 in Houston, TX; DOD: 07-15-1991)  On 05-14-1965, Herring accomplished the same end as did Cleveland Williams in his own challenge of champion Floyd Patterson. He also lost a 3rd round TKO to the reigning champ. Still, Tod Herring remains as the greatest, toughest boxer and fighter to ever come out of the Houston East End. He had a hard life, which included some penitentiary time for killing a man with is bare fists in a bar fight, but we understand from the comments of family and close friends that he had gotten his life together with his heeling soul before he died. Rest in peace, Tod. His career record was 37 wins and 6 losses, with 20 of those wins coming by the KO route and 5 of the defeats landing as KO losses.

Houston’s Sport Greats

August 27, 2011

My Top Ten for the Astros, Oilers/Texans, & Rockets

Wondering what I could do to get in trouble on a Saturday morning, I came up with a sure-fire plan. Here are my Top Ten athletes in Houston’s professional history with professional baseball, foot ball, and basketball – and all selected right off the top of my head with no further research that might turn this exercise into a more objective work project.

I will leave the objections and exceptions up to each of you. In fact, I’d love to see all of you who are willing to spare the time to present your own lists for all three professional sports in Houston as comments on this column. Mine are listed from most significant to least significant:

Let the weekend debates begin.

BASEBALL

1. Craig Biggio

2. Jeff Bagwell

3. Nolan Ryan

4, Jimmy Wynn

5. Joe Niekro

6. Jose Cruz

7. Larry Dierker

8. Roy Oswalt

9. Cesar Cedeno

10. Bob Watson

 

FOOTBALL

1. Earl Campbell

3. Warren Moon

3. Dan Pastorini

4. Andre Johnson

5. Elvin Bethea

6. Bruce Matthews

7. George Blanda

8. Billy Cannon

9. Charley Hennigan

10. Matt Schaub

 

BASKETBALL

1. Hakeem Olajuwon

2. Moses Malone

3. Clyde Drexler

4. Yao Ming

5. Mario Elle

6. Robert Horry

7. Sam Cassell

8. Ralph Sampson

9. Rudy Tomjanovich

10. John Lucas