The Sporting Life, part two…

The New York Yankees were just old dogs unable to get off the porch and run after those pups the Houston Astros, it seemed. Last night was spectacular magic. You might be wondering about those pictures. One is of me courtesy of channel 13, and the other is of me courtesy of channell 11. Once the Astros clinched the wild card on Sunday, the Bear and I ate supper and moved on to watch the Saints beat the Cowboys. Getting up at 4:30 a.m. per usual, Monday morning, I saw that the Team Store at Minute Maid was doing a … Continue reading The Sporting Life, part two…

Deep Throat(s)

Baseball Heaven collected to itself a motley collection of flowers this month: Joaquin Andujar, Gene Elston, Milo Hamilon and Yogi Berra. Joaquin was a pitcher. The first time I heard his name I thought they were saying “Walking Underwear,” but once I saw the name onscreen, I understood, but in the back of my head from then on, I always thought, Walking Underwear. Gene Elston was the Astros announcer from 1962 to 1986. To me, milquetoast at best. Not much emotion in the calling of a game. Along comes Milo. I first heard Milo when I was 12 years ago … Continue reading Deep Throat(s)

The Sporting Life

This is a difficult time of year. The Houston Astros are yo-yoing their way, halting and lurching, maybe into the playoffs, perhaps into a wild card spot, into the World Series. The Houston Texans are 0-2 and people are consulting psychiatrists to deal with it. Then there is college football. I will be honest: I only follow Auburn, Alabama. They are 1-1 as is their state rival. Thanks to ESPN and local stations, I do know that Rice won this past weekend, as did the fellow SEC A&M Aggies. All other teams just have to fend for themselves as far … Continue reading The Sporting Life