Mrs. Hicks, owner/operator of the famed Hubbard City Cafe, has shut it down this week for alleged "improvements". Billy Roy asked how can you improve something that's perfect? This past weekend I had a perfect plate of fried okra, macaroni and cheese, stuffed bell pepper, and cole slaw with my iced tea and chocolate pudding. So on a slow news week from the cafe, I digress.
Occasionally when I go with Mom to the Cafe I will do what out-of-towners tend to do frequently, and that is to try to impress the locals with places I have been and things I have seen or done.
Recently it was a particularly slow day. In fact, Butch Jackson, local philosopher and researcher of pertinent facts, had just informed the group that it was "impossible for someone to lick their own elbow".
I took this as an opening to tell one of my stories.
January of 1965 just prior to my 23rd birthday, Sue and I ,after 6 months of training, were moved by IBM to Lufkin, Texas. It was my honor to be the first IBM computer salesman in that part of the State of Texas. We bought a brand new 1,490 square foot brick home (with a car port) and took out a huge $15,400 mortgage (100% of the purchase price). Sue had been teaching for two years, so we cashed in her teacher retirement (100% of it) and bought $1,000 worth of furniture which filled the entire house and still left over enough money to sod the entire yard (front and back) with real San Augustine grass.
Just around the corner from us lived a young 32 year old former Naval Academy grad by the name of Charlie Wilson from Trinity, Texas. Yep, the same one as in the movie and book, "Charlie Wilson's War". Charlie worked for a brilliant man named Arthur Temple who ran Temple Industries, a large east Texas timber products company which was one of my many IBM customers. Arthur sold Temple Industries to Time Inc., became Co-Chairman of Time Inc., spun Temple Industries back out, and today it operates as a very successful company named Temple Inland.
Charlie Wilson went on to become a 12-term Democratic Party United States Congressman from Texas' District 2. He, more than any other single person, was responsible for the Russian defeat in Afghanistan as he appropriated close to $1B annually which was matched by the Saudis to deliver weaponry to the Mujaheddin. The book, "Charlie Wilson's War", is an excellent read with great insight into the covert operations of Charlie and the CIA. It is also informative as to how Wilson became known as "Good Time Charlie".
In the mid 1960's Charlie was more concerned with his election to the Texas House. When we knew him and his lovely first wife, they were masterful campaigners. For example, they would hide their new Buick Riviera and drive an old beat up Chevy during the weeks prior to the election so they could better mix with the folks.
Being new to East Texas I was amazed to find the big issue during one of Charlie's hard fought elections was an accusation from his opponent that, if elected, Wilson would enforce the law making it illegal to hunt deer with dogs. Not only did Charlie buy local TV time (black and white, of course) but he held a rally at a football stadium where he mounted the stage with several borrowed bird dogs. His speech was short and to the point, "my granddaddy hunted deer with dogs, my daddy hunted deer with dogs, and I will continue to hunt deer with dogs long after this election". The result was one of many landslides for "Good Time Charlie".
Later in D.C. Charlie's office staff was known as "Charlie's Angels" since most were former beauty queens. It is reported that Bill Clinton, then President, said that Charlie Wilson is the only person who can come to the Oval Office unannounced-- as long as he is accompanied by his staff.
It is my understanding that Charlie (now in his 70's) has since married a former ballerina, recently received a heart transplant, and is living in Lufkin. Some think liquor did Charlie's heart in, but I think it was his passion for life and his love of country.
They just don't make em like Charlie Wilson anymore. If Charlie would have followed Congressional rules, the Soviet Union would be in tack and threatening the Free World.
Oh by the way, at least 75% of you people who have read this blog will have already tried to lick your elbow! You guys are so silly.
Think about it,
Jim
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Dip Shits, Horse's Asses, and Dumb Bastards Disappear in Hubbard
Billy Jarvis has spent his life monopolizing the entire grain market in the Hubbard area while daily playing the stock market. His nick name in Hubbard is "Tickertape". Billy is super smart and regularly delivers economic reports at the Cafe. This week's report follows:
Celebrating his first 100 days in office, President Barack Obama told the American people: “One hundred days ago, in the midst of the worst economic crisis in half a century, we passed the most sweeping economic recovery act in history…One hundred days later, we are already seeing results.”
Celebrating his first 100 days in office, President Barack Obama told the American people: “One hundred days ago, in the midst of the worst economic crisis in half a century, we passed the most sweeping economic recovery act in history…One hundred days later, we are already seeing results.”
Tickertape says Obama's right, we are. Unemployment has risen to 9.5%, stocks fell to the lowest level in 10 weeks on Tuesday (Wednesday it got worse), and consumer credit delinquencies have hit a record high. Obama is taking a route of government spending and taxing while somehow promising future benefits that Tickertape describes nothing short of insanity.
Tickertape says Obama reminds him of Billy Mack Waller who owns the cafe across the street from the Hubbard City Cafe. Billy Mack has always seemed to take a different route than most. He has a big sign as you come in that says:
FREE LUNCH
TOMORROW
Mom says the folks at the City Cafe are delighted that Obama is out of the country this week "leaving us alone". They like it when Biden is in charge because as Billy Roy says, "he is dumber than a stump and can't even mess things up---- much".
Talk about taking different routes, how about this? Scott Riddle, local cattle baron , likes to drive my 7-year old granddaughter , Riley, around Hubbard when we are in town. She likes his big truck, feeding cows, stories about the old days, and waving to the locals as they drive by.
Recently Scott was out of town on his annual trip to Las Vegas playing in the Texas Hold Em World Championship Poker Tourney. His wife, Pat, came to Riley's rescue and offered to take her on a tour in her big Escalade. When they returned, Riley, anxiously ran in to give me a trip report. "Well, did you enjoy your ride with Mrs. Riddle?" I asked. "Oh yes, Papa" she replied, "and do you know what? We didn't see a single dumb bastard, dip shit or horse's ass anywhere we went today!"
I guess like the President and Billy Mack, Pat is taking different routes.
Jim
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Hubbard City Politics: Mostly about Beer, B-B-Q, and Baseball
It is probably good from time to time to remind the readers that most of my information comes from the Hubbard City Cafe where my Mom and Aunt Martha have coffee every day, except Sunday. They are joined mostly by local folks who consider themselves Conservatives. Unless you have a considerable amount of time it is best not ask the coffee drinkers about Conservative definitions and histories as Butch Jackson, local historian and statistician, will talk at some length about their origins.
It usually starts something like this, "Many years ago real men spent their days tracking and killing animals to B-B-Q at night while they were drinking beer. This was the beginning of what is known as the Conservative movement."
To be fair and balanced the reader should also know that a group of people have coffee, every day except Sunday, at the Hubbard City Drug Store. These folks enjoy fancy pastries and other delicate morsels with their coffee unlike the Cafe folks who just drink. These people are mostly Liberals as defined by Butch Jackson , "Other men who were weaker and less skilled at hunting learned to live off the Conservatives by showing up for the nightly B-B-Q's and doing the sewing, fetching, and hair dressing. This was the beginning of the Liberal movement. Some of these liberal men eventually evolved into women. Those became known as girlie-men."
Rarely is there a serious discussion that Smokey Brown doesn't turn the conversation to sex. On this day he commented. "that it was his observation that there was an interesting side note to these Liberals: most of their women have higher testosterone levels than their men."
This caused Aunt Martha to storm out again for the 8th time this year, even though no one will admit that they keep score of her departures. This one was really bad as her tires threw gravel from the parking lot into the cafe's front windows as she sped away. Enough said.
If you sense some hostility in Butch's remarks it is for good reason. As you know from previous postings Hubbard people are huge baseball fans, and they blame Liberals for inventing the designated hitter rule because Liberals felt it wasn't fair to make the pitcher also bat. Hubbard's best pitcher that year was also their best hitter. This district ruling was enforced on Hubbard costing them the Bi-District championship and thusly costing the Democrats 43 votes and control of the School Board. Got the picture?
Meanwhile, the Drug Store conversations are more International in nature as they applaud our new President's attempts to regain "respect in the World". This week of course Obama is patching things up with the Russians like he has already done with the North Koreans and Iranians. Butch says, "Liberals believe all foreigners are more enlightened than Americans. That is why most of the liberals remained in Europe when Conservatives were coming to America . They crept in after the Wild West was won and their achievements include the domestication of cats, moon walking, federal stimulation, and the concept of Democratic voting to decide how to divide the meat and beer that Conservatives produced."
And to provide full disclosure, the Moderates take their coffee an average of 3 times per week at the Dairy Queen including every other Sunday. The Moderates are never discussed at the Cafe or Drug Store because no one likes them.
Sometimes it is good to review history as long as we don't look backwards,
Jim
It usually starts something like this, "Many years ago real men spent their days tracking and killing animals to B-B-Q at night while they were drinking beer. This was the beginning of what is known as the Conservative movement."
To be fair and balanced the reader should also know that a group of people have coffee, every day except Sunday, at the Hubbard City Drug Store. These folks enjoy fancy pastries and other delicate morsels with their coffee unlike the Cafe folks who just drink. These people are mostly Liberals as defined by Butch Jackson , "Other men who were weaker and less skilled at hunting learned to live off the Conservatives by showing up for the nightly B-B-Q's and doing the sewing, fetching, and hair dressing. This was the beginning of the Liberal movement. Some of these liberal men eventually evolved into women. Those became known as girlie-men."
Rarely is there a serious discussion that Smokey Brown doesn't turn the conversation to sex. On this day he commented. "that it was his observation that there was an interesting side note to these Liberals: most of their women have higher testosterone levels than their men."
This caused Aunt Martha to storm out again for the 8th time this year, even though no one will admit that they keep score of her departures. This one was really bad as her tires threw gravel from the parking lot into the cafe's front windows as she sped away. Enough said.
If you sense some hostility in Butch's remarks it is for good reason. As you know from previous postings Hubbard people are huge baseball fans, and they blame Liberals for inventing the designated hitter rule because Liberals felt it wasn't fair to make the pitcher also bat. Hubbard's best pitcher that year was also their best hitter. This district ruling was enforced on Hubbard costing them the Bi-District championship and thusly costing the Democrats 43 votes and control of the School Board. Got the picture?
Meanwhile, the Drug Store conversations are more International in nature as they applaud our new President's attempts to regain "respect in the World". This week of course Obama is patching things up with the Russians like he has already done with the North Koreans and Iranians. Butch says, "Liberals believe all foreigners are more enlightened than Americans. That is why most of the liberals remained in Europe when Conservatives were coming to America . They crept in after the Wild West was won and their achievements include the domestication of cats, moon walking, federal stimulation, and the concept of Democratic voting to decide how to divide the meat and beer that Conservatives produced."
And to provide full disclosure, the Moderates take their coffee an average of 3 times per week at the Dairy Queen including every other Sunday. The Moderates are never discussed at the Cafe or Drug Store because no one likes them.
Sometimes it is good to review history as long as we don't look backwards,
Jim
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Hubbard Conservative Surrenders to Clintonistas
J. D. Phellps, owner/operator, and part time philosopher, at the Hubbard City Gas Station, chose July 4th to hoist a white flag above his station. When questioned by Aunt Martha for her Hubbard City News publication, the totally distraught oil man said, "I have completely and totally surrendered with no demands, terms, or conditions. I am at my wit's end, and unable to continue the fight against Liberals."
J. D. is a long time Conservative and has never voted anything but a straight Republican ticket---- until now.
PLEASE BRING BACK BILL CLINTON
Think about it,
Jim
J. D. is a long time Conservative and has never voted anything but a straight Republican ticket---- until now.
As the flag unfurled in the Central Texas breeze, Aunt Martha could barely make out the tear stained writing:
PLEASE BRING BACK BILL CLINTON
Think about it,
Jim
Monday, June 29, 2009
A Story about a Retiree's Greedy Use of the Public's Energy in Central Texas
A friend from Waco was given this information about a Dentist who retired to a rural area and shared the following story. A story that is so relevant today as American's greedily waste the government's precious energy while polluting the atmosphere causing the 4th of July to be our warmest holiday. This story could happen to any of us "handy guys" unless the Environmental Protection Agency, led by our new President, provides us more protection.
The Dentist's Story
"We have the standard 6 ft. fence in the backyard, and a few months ago, I heard about burglaries increasing dramatically in rural areas because of the Meth Labs. To make sure this never happened to me, I got an electric fence and ran a single wire along the top of the fence. Actually, I got the biggest cattle charger Tractor Supply had, made for 26 miles of fence. I then used an 8 ft. long ground rod, and drove it 7.5 feet into the ground. The ground rod is the key, with the more you have in the ground, the better the fence works.
One day I'm mowing the back yard with my cheapo Wal-Mart 6 hp big wheel push mower. The hot wire is broken and laying out in the yard. I knew for a fact that I unplugged the charger. I pushed the mower around the wire and reached down to grab it, to throw it out of the way. It seems as though I hadn't remembered to unplug it after all. Now I'm standing there, I've got the running lawnmower in my right hand and the 1.7 giga-volt fence wire in the other hand. Keep in mind the charger is about the size of a marine battery and has a picture of an upside down cow on fire on the cover.
Time stood still. The first thing I notice is my male organ trying to climb up the front side of my body. My ears curled downwards and I could feel the lawnmower ignition firing in the backside of my brain. Every time that Briggs & Stratton rolled over, I could feel the spark in my head. I was literally at one with the engine. It seems as though the fence charger and lawnmower were fighting over who would control my electrical impulses.
Science says you cannot have a BM, urinate, and vomit at the same time. I beg to differ. Not only did I do all three at once, but my bowels emptied 3 different times in less than half of a second. At this point I'm about 30 minutes (maybe 2 seconds) into holding onto the fence wire. My hand is wrapped around the wire palm down so I can't let go. I grew up on a farm so I know all about electric fences ... but Dad always had those little chargers made by International or whoever that were like 9 volts and just kinda tickled.
This one I could not let go of. The 8 foot long ground rod is now accepting signals from me through the permadamp Ark-La-Tex river bottom soil. At this point I'm thinking I'm going to have to just man up and take it, until the lawnmower runs out of gas. 'Damn!,' I think, as I remember I just filled the tank! Now the lawnmower is starting to run rough. It has settled into a loping run pattern as if it had some kind of big lawnmower race cam in it. I think 'Oh God please die ... Pleeeeaze die'. But nooooo, it settles into the rough lumpy cam idle nicely and remains there, like a big bore roller cam EFI motor waiting for the go command from its owner's right foot. So here I am in the middle of July, 104 degrees, 80% humidity, standing in my own backyard, begging God to kill me. God did not take me that day ... he left me there covered in my own fluids to writhe in the misery my own stupidity had created. I honestly don't know how I got loose from the wire ...I woke up laying on the ground hours later. The lawnmower was beside me, out of gas.
It was later on in the day and I was sunburned. There were two large dead grass spots where I had been standing, and then another long skinny dead spot where the wire had laid while I was on the ground still holding on to it. I assume I finally had a seizure and in the resulting thrashing had somehow let go of the wire. Upon waking from my electrically induced sleep I realized a few things: 1- Three of my teeth seem to have melted. 2- I now have cramps in the bottoms of my feet and my right butt cheek (not the left, just the right). 3- My left eye will not open. 4- My right eye will not close. 5- The lawnmower runs like a sumbitch now. Seriously! I think our little session cleared out some carbon fouling or something, because it was better than new after that. 6- I can turn on the TV in the game room by expelling gas while thinking of the number 4 (still don't understand this???).
That day changed my life. I now have a newfound respect for things. I appreciate the little things more, and now I always triple check to make sure the fence is unplugged before I mow. The good news, is that if a burglar does try to come over the fence, I can clearly visualize what my security system will do to him, and THAT gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling all over, which also reminds me to triple check before I mow."
As we approach our Independence Day Celebration President Obama joins us all in asking the simple and patriotic question, "How might our government stop each and everyone of us from wasting the government's energy and sending unwanted bodily emissions into our environment by increasing government revenues without calling it a tax unless the waster makes over $250, 000 or is at least a white male?".
Here's to you, algore,
Jim
The Dentist's Story
"We have the standard 6 ft. fence in the backyard, and a few months ago, I heard about burglaries increasing dramatically in rural areas because of the Meth Labs. To make sure this never happened to me, I got an electric fence and ran a single wire along the top of the fence. Actually, I got the biggest cattle charger Tractor Supply had, made for 26 miles of fence. I then used an 8 ft. long ground rod, and drove it 7.5 feet into the ground. The ground rod is the key, with the more you have in the ground, the better the fence works.
One day I'm mowing the back yard with my cheapo Wal-Mart 6 hp big wheel push mower. The hot wire is broken and laying out in the yard. I knew for a fact that I unplugged the charger. I pushed the mower around the wire and reached down to grab it, to throw it out of the way. It seems as though I hadn't remembered to unplug it after all. Now I'm standing there, I've got the running lawnmower in my right hand and the 1.7 giga-volt fence wire in the other hand. Keep in mind the charger is about the size of a marine battery and has a picture of an upside down cow on fire on the cover.
Time stood still. The first thing I notice is my male organ trying to climb up the front side of my body. My ears curled downwards and I could feel the lawnmower ignition firing in the backside of my brain. Every time that Briggs & Stratton rolled over, I could feel the spark in my head. I was literally at one with the engine. It seems as though the fence charger and lawnmower were fighting over who would control my electrical impulses.
Science says you cannot have a BM, urinate, and vomit at the same time. I beg to differ. Not only did I do all three at once, but my bowels emptied 3 different times in less than half of a second. At this point I'm about 30 minutes (maybe 2 seconds) into holding onto the fence wire. My hand is wrapped around the wire palm down so I can't let go. I grew up on a farm so I know all about electric fences ... but Dad always had those little chargers made by International or whoever that were like 9 volts and just kinda tickled.
This one I could not let go of. The 8 foot long ground rod is now accepting signals from me through the permadamp Ark-La-Tex river bottom soil. At this point I'm thinking I'm going to have to just man up and take it, until the lawnmower runs out of gas. 'Damn!,' I think, as I remember I just filled the tank! Now the lawnmower is starting to run rough. It has settled into a loping run pattern as if it had some kind of big lawnmower race cam in it. I think 'Oh God please die ... Pleeeeaze die'. But nooooo, it settles into the rough lumpy cam idle nicely and remains there, like a big bore roller cam EFI motor waiting for the go command from its owner's right foot. So here I am in the middle of July, 104 degrees, 80% humidity, standing in my own backyard, begging God to kill me. God did not take me that day ... he left me there covered in my own fluids to writhe in the misery my own stupidity had created. I honestly don't know how I got loose from the wire ...I woke up laying on the ground hours later. The lawnmower was beside me, out of gas.
It was later on in the day and I was sunburned. There were two large dead grass spots where I had been standing, and then another long skinny dead spot where the wire had laid while I was on the ground still holding on to it. I assume I finally had a seizure and in the resulting thrashing had somehow let go of the wire. Upon waking from my electrically induced sleep I realized a few things: 1- Three of my teeth seem to have melted. 2- I now have cramps in the bottoms of my feet and my right butt cheek (not the left, just the right). 3- My left eye will not open. 4- My right eye will not close. 5- The lawnmower runs like a sumbitch now. Seriously! I think our little session cleared out some carbon fouling or something, because it was better than new after that. 6- I can turn on the TV in the game room by expelling gas while thinking of the number 4 (still don't understand this???).
That day changed my life. I now have a newfound respect for things. I appreciate the little things more, and now I always triple check to make sure the fence is unplugged before I mow. The good news, is that if a burglar does try to come over the fence, I can clearly visualize what my security system will do to him, and THAT gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling all over, which also reminds me to triple check before I mow."
As we approach our Independence Day Celebration President Obama joins us all in asking the simple and patriotic question, "How might our government stop each and everyone of us from wasting the government's energy and sending unwanted bodily emissions into our environment by increasing government revenues without calling it a tax unless the waster makes over $250, 000 or is at least a white male?".
Here's to you, algore,
Jim
A Small Story About a Big Saturday Night at Carl's Corner
Scott and Pat Riddle, cattle baron and baroness, Sue Hammock, and I went to Carl's Corner located on I35 between Hillsboro and Dallas on Saturday night two weeks ago (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_dyhCY9At0&feature=related). We were there to see Billy Roy Michum's band. He was performing in the impressive Willie Nelson Theatre, and drew a very nice crowd. By the way, Billy Roy does Merle Haggard better than Merle.
We were able to visit with many locals since BR is from Hubbard. One told me a story about Scotty Anderson who grew up bagging groceries at his dad's store. A frequent customer was a self proclaimed unemployed musician whose wife paid all the bills while really working hard at multiple jobs and raising several children.
When Scotty asked how the self proclaimed gentleman pulled this off, his answer was "she makes the living, and I make the living good."
As fate would have it, that is not all the gentleman made. He had two, not one but two, sons who became starters in the National Football League.
By the way, Billy Roy is about 5 years my junior which enbled me to sell him my slightly used motor skooter a few years back. OK, maybe more than a few years back. OK, maybe more than slightly used. But I digress.
Think about "making the living good" for someone and you may get really special results,
Jim
We were able to visit with many locals since BR is from Hubbard. One told me a story about Scotty Anderson who grew up bagging groceries at his dad's store. A frequent customer was a self proclaimed unemployed musician whose wife paid all the bills while really working hard at multiple jobs and raising several children.
When Scotty asked how the self proclaimed gentleman pulled this off, his answer was "she makes the living, and I make the living good."
As fate would have it, that is not all the gentleman made. He had two, not one but two, sons who became starters in the National Football League.
By the way, Billy Roy is about 5 years my junior which enbled me to sell him my slightly used motor skooter a few years back. OK, maybe more than a few years back. OK, maybe more than slightly used. But I digress.
Think about "making the living good" for someone and you may get really special results,
Jim
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Hubbard's Favorite Pastime
Hubbard has an ongoing love affair with the game of baseball. It all started with a centerfielder known as the Grey Eagle. Tris Speaker started his professional baseball career at the age of 18 fresh off the dusty diamond in Hubbard as he signed with Cleburne in he Texas League. In 1920 he took the Boston Red Sox (Correction from Tris's nephew: the Cleveland Indians) to the World Championship as a player and manager at the young age of 32.
Tris, playing with Boston and Cleveland, had a lifetime batting average of .345 over a 22 year career and is generally recognized as the best fielding centerfielder of all time. Many of his playing years resulted in his batting average finishing second only to Ty Cobb. Tris beat Cobb one year. He was the first person elected to the Texas Sports Hall of Fame and was the seventh person voted into the Baseball Hall of Fame.
After baseball, Tris was one of the few friends of a very difficult Ty Cobb. They thoroughly enjoyed suckering oil men in Dallas and Ft. Worth into big money golf games. Tris also served in retirement as a part owner and executive of the Cleveland Indians baseball team and lived on his ranch in Hubbard until his death.
When Hubbard folks talk baseball they generally argue about their favorites. One of those frequently mentioned is a pitcher who played many years in the Black Leagues before going to the Majors. His name was Satchel Paige, and he was known as much for his wisdom as for his phenomenal record and longevity. His famous quotes included the following:
Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt. Dance like nobody's watching.
Pick a spot and throw it there because the home plate don't move.
Don't look back. Something might be gaining on you.
Don't pray when it rains if you don't pray when the sun shines.
Nothin helps the body like a few no hitters.
Win some,
Lose some,
Some get rained out,
But you got to dress for all of em.
Age is a question of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it don't matter.
Sound advice even if you don't play baseball,
Jim
P. S. As this blog went to press we received the tragic news of the Great University of Texas baseball team losing the final game of the College World Series in Omaha, Neb.
The University of Texas was plagued by injuries, poor health care, global warming, illegal immigration across the Louisana border, high winds, umpires with cajun accents, bad hops as wild as a drunken coonass in the French Quarter on a Saturday night, and a rawdy pack of fans expelling CO2 after serious episodes of really bad cajun cooking.
Final score: THE UNIVERSITY OF TEXAS 4, lsu 11.
Tris, playing with Boston and Cleveland, had a lifetime batting average of .345 over a 22 year career and is generally recognized as the best fielding centerfielder of all time. Many of his playing years resulted in his batting average finishing second only to Ty Cobb. Tris beat Cobb one year. He was the first person elected to the Texas Sports Hall of Fame and was the seventh person voted into the Baseball Hall of Fame.
After baseball, Tris was one of the few friends of a very difficult Ty Cobb. They thoroughly enjoyed suckering oil men in Dallas and Ft. Worth into big money golf games. Tris also served in retirement as a part owner and executive of the Cleveland Indians baseball team and lived on his ranch in Hubbard until his death.
When Hubbard folks talk baseball they generally argue about their favorites. One of those frequently mentioned is a pitcher who played many years in the Black Leagues before going to the Majors. His name was Satchel Paige, and he was known as much for his wisdom as for his phenomenal record and longevity. His famous quotes included the following:
Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt. Dance like nobody's watching.
Pick a spot and throw it there because the home plate don't move.
Don't look back. Something might be gaining on you.
Don't pray when it rains if you don't pray when the sun shines.
Nothin helps the body like a few no hitters.
Win some,
Lose some,
Some get rained out,
But you got to dress for all of em.
Age is a question of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it don't matter.
Sound advice even if you don't play baseball,
Jim
P. S. As this blog went to press we received the tragic news of the Great University of Texas baseball team losing the final game of the College World Series in Omaha, Neb.
The University of Texas was plagued by injuries, poor health care, global warming, illegal immigration across the Louisana border, high winds, umpires with cajun accents, bad hops as wild as a drunken coonass in the French Quarter on a Saturday night, and a rawdy pack of fans expelling CO2 after serious episodes of really bad cajun cooking.
Final score: THE UNIVERSITY OF TEXAS 4, lsu 11.
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