The Night Before New Year’s

December 7, 2015

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Dr. Renu Khator Chancellor/ President The University of Houston "Our UH Lady Chieftain in Red"

Dr. Renu Khator
Chancellor/ President
The University of Houston
“Our UH Lady Chieftain in Red”

 

THE NIGHT BEFORE NEW YEAR’S
by Bill McCurdy © 12/06/2015

A UH COUGAR Parody of
THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
by Clement Clarke Moore

‘Twas the night before New Year’s, in a place for no mouse
Not a Cougar was stirring, not in gritty Coog’s House;
Their helmets were hung by the chimney with care,
In dreams of the big bowl that soon would be there;

The players were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of peach bowls danced in their heads;
And Khatour, sans her Coog boots, and Tom in his Coog cap,
Had just settled down in their rooms for a nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Tom sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the Zeke Cullen show,
Gave the luster of midday to objects below,
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But a red and white sleigh, and eight Cougars in gear,

With a handsome young driver, so lively and quick,
Tom knew in a moment this was no midnight trick.
More rapid than eagles his Cougars they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now, Farrow! Now, Wilson! Now, Potsma and Webb!
On, Cummings! On Stewart! On, Roberts and Jackson!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the heap!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away deep!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top, the Cougars they flew,
With the sleigh full of wins, Greg Ward driving too!

And then, in a twinkling, twas heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each agile hoof.
As Tom drew in his hand, and was turning around,
Down the Coog chimney, Ward came with a bound.

He was dressed all in red fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of wins, he had flung on his back,
And he looked like an agent, just opening his pack.

His eyes how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as black as youth grows;

The grind of true grit, Ward flashed from his teeth,
As encircling glitter crowned his head like a wreath;
He had a bright face and a six-pack abs body,
That propelled him to quickness like a hot-toddy-goddy!

He was supple and muscled, a fit leader too,
And Tom smiled when he saw him,
A wink of Greg’s eye and a twist of his head,
Reminded dear Tom, he had nothing to dread;

Greg spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

Ward sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle.
But Tom heard him exclaim, ere Greg drove out of sight,
“Happy New Year in Georgia, and to all a good night!”

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“Cougar High” Takes on New Meaning at UH

December 6, 2015

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After decades of scorn by salacious and malevolent idiots, the phrase “Cougar High” now takes on new meaning for those of us who have been blood, sweat and tears members of Cougar Nation since the first millennium and friends to many decent and civil alumni who felt just as strongly about their own ties to the University of Texas, Texas A&M, Texas Southern, Rice, Notre Dame, et cetera.

We UH people are now riding a “Cougar High”, of course, because of all the success we’ve begun to feel again under the new leadership of Head Football Coach Tom Herman and his staff and the level of exceptional play exhibited by our very talented UH players, but it didn’t start there – nor will it ever stop again.

It started with the corps of Cougar alumni, regents, and faculty that have believed from the heart of our UH motto, “In Time”,  that we shall, as a research and educational force that bears the name of our great city, fulfill our destiny for arising from the once humble goal of providing basic college choices for Houston-based commuter students into the Tier One status university we have become – in service to the City of Houston, the State of Texas, the nation, and the world. And in service to the diverse population of students that now attend UH as the face of tomorrow’s world of thought, discovery, and action.

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The University of Houston is dedicated to caring about what happens to its students, its faculty, its alumni, and its many and variously purposed research and educational programs. UH also is deeply entrenched as an institutional member of the Greater Houston community and what we may learn locally about the best ways for modern cities to develop in service to both the needs of tomorrow and the best preservation of the past.

Special credit must extend first to UH Chancellor/President Renu Khator. Since she took office at UH on January 15, 2008 and lit the first action torch for the achievement of Tier One academic status at UH, nothing has slowed us down. Throw in the support of a pro-active UH Board of Regents and the leadership and political savvy of our Board Chair, Mr. Tillman Fertitta, and the original flaming torch for Tier One Status for UH came to be in 2011.

Dick Kirtley played football for the Cougars and his lovely wife Laura was a UH cheerleader. I was a groomsman in their wedding back in 1967 and was delighted to learn that Channel 13 selected them for fan interviews prior to the Temple game.

Dick Kirtley played football for the Cougars and his lovely wife Laura was a UH cheerleader. I was a groomsman in their wedding back in 1967 and was delighted to learn that Channel 13 had selected my dear friends for fan interviews prior to the Temple game.- They did great!

UH values excellence in athletics as a tandem quality we embrace as a desirable complement to the goals of  our Tier One academic institution. In that aim, this torch burns brighter today by the recent actions taken by UH and other donor supporters to do all we can to make sure that Tom Herman is not simply our latest steppingstone football coach.

Now that UH has established that we intend to begin a coaching pay scale with Coach Herman that is in line with the needs of a destination school mentor, there’s no going back to the old business of finding an endless stream of very good new coaches who only can afford to stay at UH until another school offers them a lot more money to coach at one of the big conference schools.

Yesterday, UH took the first American Athletic Conference title at TDECU Stadium here in Houston with a 24-13 win over Temple. That’s great. But joining the Big 12 Conference as early as 2017 could even be the next big heat rise lift to our now in motion “Cougar High” on the athletic field side too.

UH values excellence in athletics as a tandem quality we embrace at our Tier One academic institution.

Where do we go from here with the business of helping Coach Herman grow in his level of loyalty and commitment to UH as a pretty darn good career choice – and one that fits his needs to teach winning football in a city that he and his family already love?

Coach Herman gave us a hint to that answer in something he said about his relationship with his players. In essence, what Herman said about the players’ needs of him fits neatly around what I see as his needs from us.

Paraphrasing here, Herman said this about his need to get across a very important first point of trust to his players: “At the start, the players didn’t care about what I may be able to teach them as the new coach. They first needed to know that I care about them before they became open to letting me teach them anything.”

That’s a mouthful when it comes from the kind of honest person I believe Tom Herman is to the bone.

It says he had to convince the UH players he recruited that he cared about their commitment to him and UH. It says, especially now that his salary money is in place at a more competitive level, that he is not likely to jump ship on a kid in his first year as a UH player. And I don’t think he will, either, although I am well versed in the news that anything may always happen and that nothing really is ever guaranteed in any agreement between two human beings until it happens.

So, what’s in the message for us? What does Tom Herman need to see from all of us fans? That’s easy. The man needs to see us show up for home games – as much as possible – as we did for the last three home games against Memphis, Navy, and Temple. – We need to turn the house red at home and, as much some may find it possible, we need to travel with the Coogs on road games, especially, to bowl games.

On the other side, Herman needs to understand that “changing the culture” at UH probably doesn’t mean that even winning alone will be enough in the future to pack the house for games against the “Texas States” and “Southerns” of this world. The home game schedule has to improve as winning is maintained against tougher teams for the house to be full on a consistent basis.

At any rate, this “Cougar High” isn’t going out. One of the most diverse universities in the nation is about to arise to the level it has always aspired. – Tier One in academics. – Mountain top-level in athletics.

Eat ‘Em Up, Cougars!

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The Song That Came Too Late for Sinatra

December 5, 2015
"Let's Shake the Sandlot, Solly" In humble dedication to the late Frank Sinatra ~ By Bill McCurdy

“Let’s Shake the Sandlot, Solly”
In humble dedication to the late Frank Sinatra
~ By Bill McCurdy

 

“Let’s Shake the Sandlot, Solly”

(The Song that Sinatra Didn’t live to Sing)

By Bill McCurdy © 2015

 

Verse

There was a park down the street

Where we all used to meet

On each school’s-out now warm summer day

 

And we each brought a glove

To the game that we love

The one we played, starting in May

 

Til September came round

It was our sacred ground

Wouldn’t have it no damn other way

 

Chorus

Let’s shake the sandlot, Solly

It’s time for chin songs oh so jolly

You can’t play our game if your fire is low flame

If it is, take it home, Miss Molly

 

Rattle them rolls, by golly

This ain’t a picnic beach in Bali

You gotta swing the bat hard, leave it all in the yard

Letting up is a wrong move folly

 

The game goes on from dawn to twilight

Nobody leaves until all the moms call

You gotta hang in there to the bitter end

No walking out if you can’t walk tall

 

Give it all of your fight and we’ll treat you blood tight

Oh you can play it on a tom-tom

We’ll even square it with your mom, Tom

Cause this whole friggin’ SUMMER, Tom – is a gasser, gang of mine!

 

You rang?

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A Tom Keefe Christmas Song

December 4, 2015

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A Tom Keefe Christmas Song

(To the tune of “I’ll be Home for Christmas”)

By Bill McCurdy, Eddie Gaedel Society,

Spokane Chapter # 1 (by way of Houston)

 

 He – spoke out – in Spokane,

‘Neath the – Christmas tree:

 

“Please – walk bold – this story’s old,

But it rings true – to me!

 

“Eddie Gae-del’s – my man!

Deep from his-toe-ree,

 

“He stood tall – in Browns base ball,

Fulfilling – ageless – themes,

 

“Games played great – not by height – or weight,

But by – how YOU – face – the ball!

 

“Christmas Eve – will find us,

At – O’Doherty’s – door,

 

Safe at home – for Christmas,

On O’D’s – sacred floor,

 

“And Eddie Gaedel’s – with us,

If only – in – our – dreams!”

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Winter Dreams of a Season to Come

December 3, 2015
Buffalo Stadium Houston, Texas Its Post WWII Night Game Look

Buffalo Stadium
Houston, Texas
Its Pre-WWII Night Game Look

As Rogers Hornsby once famously proclaimed, he spent the winter months staring out window, waiting for spring and the return of baseball, Of course, he did, and he certainly wasn’t alone. A lot of us had our meditative ways of envisioning ourselves forward into a new season, attaining a few blissful moments of accelerate-the-clock time travel into the warmth of spring and all the sights, sounds, smells, and tastes of baseball, the game we spent all of our time loving and too much of our off-season months missing.

I remember coming home to Pecan Park from downtown on the Lawndale 7400 bus once in December of 1952. It was my way home from St. Thomas High School everyday until I learned to drive. We were headed east on Leeland, coming up on the corner intersection with Cullen when I suddenly just rang the “getting off” buzzer line to also exit at Cullen, not something I’d ever done before or after, coming from downtown. I’d done it uncountable times coming the other way. Leland@ Cullen was the exit stop we took for 3-mile bus trip games from our neighborhood to Buff Stadium.

Buff Stadium lay a long a long block away from that corner, heading south, on the right hand side of the street. As I slowly walked south on the right side of Cullen, it was possible very quickly to be in view of the high and deep center field wall of the ball park, the tall light towers that made night ball possible, and the grand roof and front window image of the press box area that now rested in the winter darkness as the hiking approach drew me closer to the grand old dame structure of all my baseball dreams for every hopeful moment of what was then only my five years old affair (age 9-14, 1947-52) with baseball.

Suddenly, I stopped. Maybe because I had been induced to hold my ground by the abrupt strong aroma from the smell of freshly baking bread behind me across the street from the “Fair Maid” Bread Company.  It was the same sweet smell that wafted into Buff Stadium each summer, one that made even the ball park hot dogs taste better, regardless of their own bun freshness. And the giant neon-outlined “Fair Maid” bread loaf was even more impressive a sight from the closer vantage I now had of it, over my left shoulder and high above the bakery. On charcoal grey and late-in-the-day December afternoon in Houston, the now again glittering light above Fair Maid was both a direct character from our enjoyment of baseball this past summer as it was also siren call for the new season to get here as fast as possible.

As I turned to stare again at the mild winter silence of Buff Stadium, my mind simply rested in some kind of meditative state in the moment – and those were all words and concepts I had no speaking capacity for describing things back in 1952.

It was akin to what I now think Rogers Hornsby may have been trying to explain when he talked about “staring out the window (in winter) and waiting for spring. It just happens, sometimes.

 

The Fair Maid Bakery Sign ~beyond deep center, across Cullen Blvd, atop the Fair Maid Bakery on Leeland@Cullen.

The Fair Maid Bakery Sign
~beyond deep center, across Cullen Blvd, atop the Fair Maid Bakery on Leeland@Cullen.

In my meditation that day, the afternoon grayness sort of transitioned into a movie-like twilight and night darkness, with the big arcs of light launching on by some invisible hand, followed by the sounds of organist Lou Mahan playing into the mood of the now filing in fans and the “bounce-and-bust” of baseballs flying all over the place in pre-game reps, play, and practice.

For something like a couple of nanoseconds in December 1952, I had traveled by meditative wishfulness to the 1953 baseball season back. Glad it all happened before those sudden gusts of late-in-the-day norther breath hit me on Cullen. There was no going forth to the spring of 1953 after those cold winter bad boy winds got here. It was time to lope back to Leeland and catch the next Lawndale 7400 bus home.

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My Time with KUHF-FM/KUHF-TV in Houston

December 2, 2015
St. Thomas Eagle St. Thomas High School December 1955

St. Thomas Eagle
St. Thomas High School
December 1955

 

It didn’t last long, only three semesters at UH, from the Fall of 1956 through the Fall of 1957, but those were the days of my early college educational career as a radio and television broadcasting major. In retrospect, it was the most fun-filled time in my academic career, even though I really didn’t “get” the journalistic potentials of those media at the time, nor did UH and the field itself seem to have a clearer perspective in the 1950s on what made television far more than “radio with pictures” – but a whole new media for engaging, entertaining, and educating the public.

As a result, I found myself among those who got caught up in the Sputnik hysteria of October 4, 1957. When the USSR beat the USA into space, the word got out to all of us: America needs pure scientists and engineers, If that’s not a broad area that both appeals to your interests and fits your aptitudes, at least, chose a career that contributes to holding this culture together.

Sadly misguided by own lack of vision, I cashed in something that I felt an organic attraction to, radio and tv, even if no one seemed to differentially understand them at the time – for psychology – on the delusional basis that I could grow to become like the Lee J. Cobb psychiatrist movie character in “Three Faces of Eve” and then help America save itself from itself while our pure scientists where boosting America into first place in the “race for space.”

Innocence. Naiveté. Delusions of Grandeur. All three were qualities that ran through the cultural character of our up-and-coming “New Frontier” generation of the late 1950s. We were a little bit Sinatra at our base, but we also had been baptized into the first generation of rock and roll by Elvis Presley, Little Richard, Fats Domino, and Chuck Berry by late 1957. We were ready. ready, ready to rock and roll America into the kinds of changes it needed to make to finally win the Cold War on the last great “new frontier” of outer space. One of the 1960 candidates for President in 1960 would soon enough pick up our  scent for service and ride our support all the way into the White House.

Time, experience, and reality would soon enough temper our grandiosity and re-channel us variously  through the wisdom of personal experience into whatever we actually did with our lives from there. I consider myself one of the lucky ones from the 1950s generation. I found a life of service that I engaged passionately, and humbly, as one who truly enjoyed working with people who wanted to unshackle the chains on their creative passions and search for peace and integrity in life.

The things that never changed within me were my passions for baseball, self discovery, humor, and writing. Those attractions never left me, even if I did change my major from radio/tv to psychology. Writing was the oldest acorn among them all. I had wanted to write since the first grade, at least, and maybe I was even born with it.

Meanwhile, over this same lifetime, television obviously finding its own complex horizons as a window to the world, and, as we see daily in 2015, television is far more than “radio with pictures.” With the mix of TV now with the home computer, telephones, and other Internet-connected inventions and opportunities, who knows where it goes from here? Wherever that endlessly mutates into new understanding, TV will seemingly always have its own outer space as some ubiquitous, always newly shaping creature of communication.

Preparing a UH news presentation at Channel 8 in the early 1950s.

Preparing a UH news presentation at Channel
8 in the early 1950s.

When KUHT-TV signed on as Channel 8 for the first time in 1953, it became the first public television station in the country. It maintains that distinction today. That much has not changed.

Have a great Wednesday, everybody!

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Jeff Luhnow and the Rule of Thirds

December 1, 2015
Jeff Luhnow General Manager Houston Astros

Jeff Luhnow
General Manager
Houston Astros

 

Just read an interesting 11/29/2015 article by Paul Lebowitz for the “Today’s Knuckleball” site, entitled, “How Much Credit Does Luhnow Truly Deserve for Astros Rise?

Here’s the link:

http://www.todaysknuckleball.com/american-league/al-west/houston-astros/the-unsaid-truth-behind-the-astros-rise-is-exemplified-by-none-other-than-l-j-hoes/

The article delves into the always fascinating intricacies of the perpetual questions which always arise, even if no one writes about them loudly, after three to five years, about how much of the success or failure the new GM is due to his efforts or the state of the team under the previous regime, and how much of the now crystallizing outcome is due to the always odiously elusive factors of good or back luck?

Throw in a few character or personality assertions about how the GM’s ego handles tough questions on sleazy or simply poor decision-making in specific player management situations and all the ingredients are in place for some spirited reader debate on whether or not Jeff Luhnow is doing a good job – or is he being given more credit than he deserves for the Astros’ two-season ascent from three consecutive seasons (2011-13) of 105, 107, and 111 losses?

I would argue that we could debate the merits of Jeff Luhnow as an Astros GM through yet another season and maybe even then, depending upon what the team does in 2016, the same arguments put forth in the referenced article, by Lebowitz and readers themselves, might still be circuitously unwinding toward an eventually polarizing tract. – That being said, should the Astros win the World Series next year, watch the articles shift to “Is Jeff Luhnow Really Worth What the Cardinals Are Willing to Pay to Bring Him Home to St. Louis?”

It’s just the nature of the beast in baseball. Becoming the only still standing winning club, when all the others have been defeated, invariably silences or blunts the arguments about the GM’s contributions to success and simply makes the GM figure attractive to all other well-heeled clubs that want a quick taste of the result.

So far, Jeff Luhnow has done pretty much everything he said he was going to do – and with the full support of club owner Jim Crane. First, he warned us of three to four years of barren shelf MLB talent as the plan to gut the team of veteran mediocre players with salaries that were most often above these guys’ values was coming. Second, the focus would be the restoration of a depleted talent pool at the minor league level. And third, the GM would incorporate sabermetric evaluation into the plan and also use traditional scouting reports into the overall plan for decision-making on talent acquirement at the amateur draft, trading, and free agency gates.

Luhnow did what he said he was going to do. Dumping players that could only help the team keeping playing mediocre baseball and enduring abject failure temporarily for the sake of a future that would begin to turn toward positive results by 2015.

Was Luhnow right in his predictions for some good signs of recovery in 2015? No, he was wrong. The turnaround started earlier in 2014, when the Astros ascended from being the 51-111 club of 2013 to a 70-92 club in 2014. That was a 19-game improvement in one season, folks.

Luhnow was right about 2015 being an even better season, however. The Astros’ 86-76 finish as the second wild card in the 2015 AL playoffs was an accomplishment beyond most our expectations. It also represented at 16 game win plus over 2014 – and a 35-game win improvement in the two years that had passed since the Astros’ descent into it’s all time loss abyss season.

A half century ago, while I was starting my future “day job” as a psychotherapist as the youngest member of the clinical faculty at Tulane Medical School’s Department of Psychiatry and Neurology, my supervising department psychiatrist, Dr. Don Gallant, gave me some advice that has made all the difference in the world about how I’ve gone about my professional life ever since.

Which Way is the Wind Blowing?

“If you want to enjoy your life doing a pretty tough job,” Gallant said, “build your private practice with people who are already on their way to getting well when they come to see you. – And try to stay away from large numbers of new patients who are already on their way to getting a whole lot worse.  – The “already getting well” group will think you are the best thing to come along since sliced bread or Carl Jung. – The “already on their way to the nuthouse or grave yard” group will simply try to take you with them.”

I probably wouldn’t be sitting here this morning, alive and reasonably sane, some fifty years later, had it not been for my old mentor. – Thank you, Dr. Don Gallant. In fact, thank you for inspiring me to the wisdom that you advice is no nugget for therapists alone. It applies to any situation in which we take on a great responsibility to many others – and that certainly includes MLB executives at the presidential or general manager levels.

The Rule of Thirds

Dr. Gallant used to present the truth about working with people in psychotherapy in a most humbling way. Humbling, but true it is – and key to any plans we make for getting anything done with anyone – or any culture of ego-equipped humans who say they want change or a better result with any valued enterprise they may be asking you to engage.

According to Gallant, the Rule of Thirds for therapists works this way:

If you do little more than show up for your patient appointments, and if the people you see in your therapy practice are drawn from of a general population of all people expressing the need for help, … one-third will get better in your company; one-third will stay the same; and one-third will get worse.

The more you act to reach the “willing to get well” group, and actually do apply your skills to the task, the more you will get to taste the experience of success in your work.

If I were to apply the “rule of thirds” model to the matter of Jeff Luhnow’s performance as GM of the Houston Astros, I would make these general statements:

  1. Luhnow walked into a situation that was built by Tal Smith and others as a positive psychological foundation for winning baseball. In spite of the previous owner’s decimation of the talent at the minor league level, the Houston baseball culture wanted “wellness” to whatever was sick about the current situation and was willing to go along with the radical change plan that Luhnow put forth.
  2. Luhnow built his plan on a positive base. There would be no significant inherent resistance to his new program and substantive roster evidence (Jose Altuve, for example) existed that the people running the show prior to his employ had not left him with a totally empty cupboard.
  3. The baseball fans of Houston want winning baseball. They do not want ego struggles for power or wasted time with petty criticisms over “who did what to whom” in spite of our new winning momentum. Luhnow has a fair chance to ride the momentum of Houston’s desire for reaching and maintaining a level of solidarity as an annual contender.

Bottom Line: When you apply a drastic formula for change to a franchise culture that is already basically healthy, but wants change in the direction of again becoming an annual contender, whatever you do, if it’s soundly planned, honestly communicated to the fans, and supported by a helpful, but non-meddling owner, it will probably work. As fans, we are capable of trading our patience for your ability to spell out your long range plan and then produce results on time. So far, by the Astros’ 2015 accomplishments, and only two years beyond their 111 loss, but unsurprising 2013 nadir, the club is doing better to date than most of us had expected – and hope has never been higher for even better days to come.

The great songwriter Hoagy Carmichael wrote an evergreen lyric years ago that best summarizes Dr. Gallant’s thoughts on the “Rule of Thirds”.

Carmichael wrote:

“You got to accentuate the positive; eliminate the negative;

Latch on to the affirmative; and don’t mess with ‘Mr. In Between’!”

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Merry Christmas from The Babe

November 30, 2015

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Tony Cavender sent me the featured Christmas Card above and I found a few others. They are all 1920s or 1930s cards from the great Babe Ruth, or the Babe and his wife Claire – and they are all literally or figuratively out-of-the-park images of the man himself. Indeed, the Babe was a larger than life figure in a far more innocent-eyed world – one in which it wasn’t yet possible or necessarily a mass immediate aspiration of the media to tear down what we hoped to believe about heroes quite so quickly as our Twitter generation media drops the axe or hammer on the ever-present-today camera proof of everyone else’s miscreant public or private behavior – or, at least, the substantially supported perception of same.

 

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MERRY CHRISTMAS BACK IN TIME AT YOU, MR. RUTH! ~ And thanks for the Christmas cards too!

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Sport Rule Ironies and Other Puzzlements

November 29, 2015
COSTELLO: "So, if I run into the 1st baseman and get a concussion, who can't continue to play?" ABBOTT: "Who can still play, but you can't. You will have to leave the game and go through baseball's new concussion recovery profile!"

COSTELLO: “So, if I run into the 1st baseman and get a concussion, who can’t continue to play?”
ABBOTT: “Who can still play, but you can’t. You will have to leave the game and go through baseball’s new concussion recovery profile!”

  1. Why is it that the NFL says that a receiver must have two feet in bounds for an official catch, but College football says that only one foot in bounds will do?
  2. Football calls itself a contact sport and the players wear special protective padding to help prevent injuries, but baseball is considered a non-contact sport and the players still run into each other often enough at top speed wearing only their cloth uniforms. Basketball players also run into each other often wearing uniforms that are hardly anything more than underwear thick. – The question is – Do we simply hang  the “contact sport” tag on football because violent contact is the intention of the gridiron game, whereas, many other sports include hard physical assignment too, but only on an incidental or “accidental” basis?
  3. Why is it that football usually allows the team on offense to keep the ball when they lose it out of bounds, but, in basketball, the team on offense has to give up the ball to the other team when the last person to touch the ball was a member of the ball-controlling team when the ball went out of bounds? (The football exception has nothing to do with the ball going out of bounds. It happens every time the ball goes out of bounds on 4th down and the team on offense has failed to achieve the yardage it needs for a first down. In all such cases, including those in which the ball in lost out of bounds, the ball goes over to the other team.)
  4. Now that the NFL has started enforcing all kinds of penalties on “helmet-to-helmet” game contact, there seems to be an increase in the number of “helmet-to-helmet” butting celebrations on the sidelines after a successful play.
  5. Irony? As football tries to eliminate or reduce the cause of concussions by stricter rules, enforcement, a strong concussion recovery protocol and better protective head gear, the sport of Mixed Martial Arts aims to pick up and extend where boxing always has been – to cause concussions for the sake of victory. As many of you may seen on YouTube recently, the challenger in that recent women’s “ultimate fighting” match in Australia, kicked the champion unconscious and then jumped on her lifeless body and got in three or four extra fists to the face before the referee could pull her off and officially call the upset match in the challenger’s favor. – What are we coming to with our blood-lust that we haven’t always been in some less obvious way?

That’s enough for now. That last one bears thoughts that trample too much on the peace and contentment of a lazy, misty Sunday afternoon.

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Happy Cougar Days: An 11/27/15 Pictorial

November 28, 2015

11/27/2015: UH 52 – Navy 31 @ TDECU Stadium,

UH Central Campus, Houston.

Mostly pictures. All smiles. Few words.

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… celebrating today, but never forgetting …

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Everything worth keeping, happens “in time”.