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‘Lotta Briefs — Sochi 2014
Posted in Olympics on February 8, 2014
Kind of Relative
Good luck to our US Olympians especially to Dallas Robinson on the Bobsled Team. Dallas is the son-in-law of Rick’s cousin. So proud of Dallas!! Show Dallas your support and follow his Olympic Dream. Click here to “Like” Dallas on Facebook and click here to follow Dallas on Twitter.

US Bobsled Team
waiting to enter Opening Ceremonies.
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‘Lotta Happenings — Part 2 Accidental Happening
Posted in Football, Hill Country Happenings Articles on February 1, 2014
It has always amazed me how football players who make lunging catches and scrape across the solid turf, get up like nothing happened. Unfortunately, some don’t. Instead they end up carted off the field in excruciating pain, loaded in an ambulance and within hours, are in surgery. Weeks or months later they return to the playing field, but what happens in between? I have lived it first-hand.
It was easy post-surgery with a catheter hooked up and food as well as pain medication coming in intravenously. I figured with my right arm in a sling and left arm in a full cast I would be in the hospital for a few days. Not so! They had me up and walking in the hall, flashing in my hospital gown with an aide, toting all the equipment I was hooked up to, behind me. I was released within an hour of that feat and sent to my first rehabilitation center. I found out quickly that those places are a combination rehab, long-term care facility and nursing home. Seeing the reality of “health care” was downright scary! The main contacts for my needs were the aides and they would determine if a nurse was warranted. The sad part was the aide-to-patient ratio was ludicrous so getting an aide to answer the call bell was the challenge. Now having been a flight attendant, I understood how some overuse the summoning device. However, in my case, I had no use of either arm or one hand so when I rang the bell, help was definitely needed. I hated counting on others and it really sapped the dignity out of me. Thanksgiving night proved to be a turning point when no one was answering my call light. It was either wet the bed or improvise. An hour later, a text of my accomplishment was heard ‘round the world! The recipients at midnight I’m sure thought I had been in someone else’s meds. I was free at last — to accomplish all the tasks involved in going to the bathroom by myself! Perhaps I could get my “walking papers!” Not so fast! The doctor and my hubby’s concerns were the dogs jumping on me and reinjuring something. As it was pointed out to me, one of those dogs was the cause of me to being in there. I was not pleased with the news of two more weeks of a rehab facility.
Fast forward to the second week of December and my next doctor’s visit. Dr. Lue was pleased with the healing of my left elbow and shoulder. Not only was I getting to go home, but I acquired a contraption for my elbow instead of the sling. Remembering my interest in football, Dr. Lue proudly communicated that it was the device football players wore when they returned to the playing field after elbow surgery. The next thing I knew I nestled in an almost two-foot mechanism which felt like about ten pounds on my arm. It was locked in ninety degrees forcing my elbow to stay in place. Do think there was a problem with the dogs jumping on me after I got home? Hardly! Rex wouldn’t even get within two rooms of me!
In December one usually spends it on shopping and tree-trimming. Not me… I was busy tackling day to day activities like putting on deodorant by zooming my underarm over the container and experiencing several near misses. Half the time the vessel would end up on the floor spinning like a roulette wheel. There was also the “Guess How Many Additional Items Will Fall” game each time I was in the pantry retrieving with my grabber or putting on make-up. Rick had a better appreciation of the art of cosmetology as he tackled securing a ponytail. One of my personal favorites was the day I turned on the toothbrush just short of my mouth. I had toothpaste everywhere including my armpit which the deodorant had missed! There were also milestones like the day I held the hairdryer with my left arm and partially dried my hair. The hair was disheveled but I was happy just feeling normalcy.
December was also for College Bowl watching, but even this sports fanatic got bored with the thirty-five games! Because bowls are named after their sponsorships now instead of the traditional Orange, Rose and Cotton, I got to know a lot of companies I had never heard of as well as some participating colleges. All the viewing was worth my dedication as one game I saw a player running off the field wearing my elbow apparatus! Not only did I see the miracle of someone out there playing football again after my same injury, but renewed hope that someday I would again function in the simple things in life.
‘Lotta Challenges — The Recovery Continues
Posted in Football, Hill Country Happenings Articles on January 31, 2014
As many of you know, Lotta Sports is still recovering from her serious accident (shattered left elbow and broken right shoulder) walking one her dogs. Each day has presented challenges with adjusting to life with limitations. There are good days and bad days…. Some therapy days are great and pain-free while others are agonizing and never-ending.
There are the monumental days like the day I almost formed the TD stance. Getting there — baby steps…
Excerpt from my Hill Country Happenings column on the stands tomorrow. “It has always amazed me how football players who make lunging catches and scrape across the solid turf, get up like nothing happened. Unfortunately, some don’t. Instead they end up carted off the field in excruciating pain, loaded in an ambulance and within hours, are in surgery. Weeks or months later they return to the playing field, but what happens in between? I have lived it first-hand. “
‘Lotta Questions — Super Bowl Time
Posted in Football on January 27, 2014
‘Lotta Picks — Week 2 Playoffs
Posted in Football on January 10, 2014
My picks:
Home Sweet Home
SEAHAWKS PANTHERS PATRIOTS BRONCOS
Upset Alert
CHARGERS (Lotta Sports hoping for this …. but doubtful it was happen)
Did you know??? The Denver Broncos have lost to three teams during the regular season this year.
COLTS Week 7 (Peyton’s Infamous return to Indianapolis) 39-33
PATRIOTS Week 12 34-31 (game marred with multiple turnovers by both teams)
CHARGERS Week 15 27-20 (in Denver)
Sat. Saints @ Seahawks Indoors 435PM ET on FOX Colts @ Patriots 30s/Showers 815PM ET on CBS
Sun. 49ers @ Panthers 50s/Showers 105PM ET on Fox Chargers @ Broncos 50s/Cloudy 440PM ET on CBS
‘Lotta Happenings — Accidental Happening
Posted in Football, Hill Country Happenings Articles, NASCAR on January 1, 2014
It seemed ions ago that I had my accident. I’ll never forget the day. It was hours from the Super Bowl of NASCAR and my driver had a chance to pull the upset for “The Chase”. Poor Rex, my youngest Boxer, got so much bad press as being the cause of the accident. Since moving to the house, Rex had been apprehensive even going off the back porch. What happened on this beautiful day was, Roxie was out back with Rick and I decided to take Rex for a walk. I saw Shelley who works at my doctor’s office unloading a moving truck with her husband. I decided to go over and welcome them to the neighborhood. While I talked to them, Rex appeared fidgety. As I left, Rex walked faster then broke into a run. I couldn’t keep up. I finally let go of the leash and fell over the curb and into the street. I saw the back of Rex’s legs running away as I screamed, “Rex! Come back! Wait!” After I hit the street, I felt intense pain in my left arm and saw bulges below my elbow. I also felt pain in right arm. I smelled blood and found out later I had busted my chin open. Images of people standing above me and homes were faint and the horizon turned white. Shelley and her husband were trying to secure my neck with a box and keep me conscious. I just wanted them to find Rex. Shelley ran to our backyard, introduced herself and quickly updated Rick. Rex was found on our porch shaking. It seemed like forever for EMS to find the new street and get me loaded. I understood the definition of excruciating pain. It was another forever for the painful ride across the back roads to the hospital as we hit every pothole enroute.
Once at ER, details were sketchy as I drifted in and out of consciousness. I asked Rick to find The Chase on the TV. I remember a voice saying, “I need to cut off your shirt” and heard the snips as the scissors destroying my lucky black ‘Lotta Sports T-Shirt. I was wearing it that day since Matt Kenseth, my driver of choice, had won several races when I wore it. At one point Rick said, “Matt’s in second” and the announcers were talking about Jimmie Johnson much further back. There was hope for an upset! I was whisked away to X-ray. I am screaming in pain as X-ray technician positioned both arms. What part of broken did the radiologist not understand? Following this fiasco it was back to ER. A voice said they were starting morphine. I begged them not to as my mom died at that same hospital after having morphine administered. I drifted off and on. “We need to move you to another hospital in Plano. “ “That’s so far for Rick! Can’t I go to Grapevine or Southlake?” “It’s a sister facility.” I looked up at the TV and Jimmie is celebrating a sixth Chase Championship. More sleep until I was awakened by people repositioning me to a board and gurney. It was dark as they loaded me in an ambulance. Another long ride but this time, it was all highway. I missed Sunday Night Football. I awoke the next morning. A doctor was standing at my bedside and said that they were waiting on parts for my elbow. The surgery wouldn’t be until the next day. More sleep. I woke up and Rick updated me. They had located the elbow parts. The left elbow was shattered, the right shoulder was broken, I had stitches in my chin and three fractures in my jaw. Surgery was scheduled for three that afternoon.
Prior to surgery I was wheeled to the holding area where I met my orthopedic surgeon. I immediately liked Dr. Jeffery Lue as we shared the same goal — having surgery done by the start of Monday Night Football with New England and Carolina. Although we were for different teams, I agreed to root for Carolina since I had two fantasy football players with the Panthers. I rationalized that it made more sense to stay in Dr. Lue’s good graces. It turned out neither of us saw the majority of game. The elbow had two fractures and the bone split, now making four pieces. The second bone in the elbow was shattered and that was where the replacement part went. I regained consciousness five hours later to see Panthers quarterback Cam Newton throwing a 25-yard touchdown pass to Ted Ginn Jr. with less than a minute left to take a 24-20 lead. My easy-on-the eyes Tom Brady charged down the field and the game ended with a controversial interference call in the end zone. Carolina held off New England. Dr. Lue was a happy man.
For me, a tough road to recovery and rehabilitation was about to begin. I had no use of the upper limbs and simple things like going to the restroom as well as getting dressed, brushing my hair and eating required assistance. It would prove to be a challenging time finding new ways to survive with my disabilities. It would have been an opportune time to give up and just accept the hand dealt. However, I didn’t… I refused to let this sideline me without a fight. (to be continued)
‘Lotta Happenings — Showdown in Texas
Posted in Hill Country Happenings Articles, NASCAR on December 1, 2013
Last month was the final month in the Chase Championship for NASCAR, and Texas Motor Speedway was host to the third from the last race. The two leaders, Matt Kenseth and Jimmie Johnson, were tied and it was apparent that the stage was set for a showdown in Texas. A media center display of all the contenders titled DEADLOCKED with #20 and #48 barrels positioned to blow up conveyed the importance around the TMS race. Needless to say, this sportswriter was beyond “in her element” with one of her favorite drivers right in the mix!
Day 1 — Unlike June when only the trucks and Indy cars were there for the two garage areas, the trucks and their humongous haulers took over the Infield Parking Paddock leaving media parking at slim pickins’. Because of a further walk to the Media Center, this necessitated my carrying everything I might need throughout the day. Due to anticipated temperature changes throughout the day, I looked like I needed my own hauler as I started the trek from my car with my “stuff.” Once settled in my work area and after perusing the schedule, I retraced my steps to the “garage” area and watched the process for NASCAR inspection of the trucks.
There were inspectors everywhere — some measuring the trucks and some under hoods inspecting parts. Parts were sealed and once qualified the truck was impounded until the race the next day. I paused at Brendan Gaughan’s truck as an inspector finished scrutinizing a large part. “Did his engine pass?” I inquired. The inspector grinned. “This here is the carburetor” and then went into a long explanation of what he was looking for. I heard a snicker and turned to find Brendan standing there. Wanting to overshadow my naivety of car parts and knowing my favorite truck driver had played basketball at Georgetown, I switched subjects to the hoops. I was defeated there also when Gaughan reminded me about former Hoya coach John Thompson and company taking the “slamma” out of my “jamma” Houston Cougars.
Following inspections, there were two truck practices. We bailed during the second, as we needed to get home to give out the seven bags of candy to our six Trick or Treaters!
Day 2 — The morning started out sadly with the announcement of Atlanta Motor Speedway’s Marketing Director Marcy Scott’s battle with cancer ending in her passing. Not only had she interacted with several of my peers in the media, but at one time was Matt Kenseth’s PR person. The sharing of Marcy stories ended with the arrival of Sprint Cup driver Martin Truex, Jr. He was there to end weeks of speculation of whom he would be driving for next year — Furniture Row. The next arrival was Matt Kenseth. One of the questions asked was how he felt knowing that “some fans are rooting for you to win the championship because they’re rooting against Jimmie Johnson.” He smiled and explained that’s how sports are and went into how some fans root for a dynasty and some for the underdog. He looked across the room. The “dynasty” had just entered – Jimmie Johnson. Matt fielded some more questions, and as he left the room, the two shared a friendly handshake. Despite the demeanor some other drivers portrayed in competition, those two men had the upmost respect for each other, both on and off the track. As with Matt, the reporters’ hype with Johnson was around the “intense battle.” Jimmie assured all he and Matt were friends off the track and shared many of the same values including family, being laid back, and foremost, respect for each other when it came to racing. Following JJ was Kyle Busch. I wanted to ask him how it felt being booed during introductions but thought better of it. Instead, my fascination was on how he hoped to sweep all three races at Texas. The interviews ended just as Andy Hall, PR at ESPN, arrived to take Rick and me on a tour of the ESPN Production Complex located outside the race stands.
Our first stop was the area containing wardrobe for all the on-air personalities as well as the roving pit reporters for ESPN. Each garment bag was neatly labeled and contained different colored outfits for each day. I found out that roving reporter Dr. Jerry Punch was really a medical doctor who had saved driver Rusty Wallace’s life back in 1989. Now the two were working alongside each other at ESPN. Attached to the large tent was a hauler containing offices and a conference room. Adjacent were several haulers containing massive rolls of cables. We climbed the stairs to one of them and found ourselves inside the “brains” of the production. Lined on one wall were seventy-five monitors for HD cameras positioned for the races. These supported in-car cameras, manned cameras, handheld, robotic on-track, robotics in Pit Studio, Crewcams, pit overheads, Jib cameras, Grasscam, POV cameras including the announcing booth, race control, flag stand and Chopper Cam. Monitors were dedicated to the leaders as well as competing drivers, in-car and pit stalls. There were two rows of seats where the producer, director and staff monitored all the camera shots for their immediate use on live TV. Even though there was nothing going on while we were in there, I felt the still air of intensity in the room. Andy pointed out that the challenge in covering motorsports was that there were no breaks in the action like in baseball between innings and football with halftime. He explained that in addition to catching all the action, there had to be a balance when running ads. That is why you rarely see shots of people in the stands. Andy also explained how the sun can cause disruption with the satellites especially in the fall. From there, we headed back into the pit area to the production hauler for on-air personalities. We climbed up the stairs and entered into the actual set for Countdown to NASCAR and the race. I timidly asked if I could sit in Nicole Briscoe’s chair. Once settled in, I smiled at the three cameras positioned and felt right at home.
Andy and Rick chuckled when I offered to sit in for Nicole, who was going out on maternity leave. After the tour was a working lunch and more interviews with Darrell Wallace, Jr., Jeff Gordon, Danica Patrick and Nationwide Championship Leader, Austin Dillon. I felt the generation gap during Darrell’s interview when he shared that he didn’t even have a driver’s license when he started racing. He said the coolest thing he had experienced so far was being asked to appear on Arsenio Hall (and not knowing who he was) as well as being followed on Twitter by Tyler Bates. The rest of the afternoon was busy on the track with qualifying for the trucks, the Sprint Cup cars and final practice for Nationwide cars. Meanwhile pit row was sprouting up crew chief stands for the truck series that evening. In qualifying, the spring’s race winner, Jeb Burton, grabbed the pole for trucks. Later Carl Edwards won his first Sprint Cup pole at Texas.
A fall chill encompassed the air as the truck drivers took to the track for the WinStar World Casino race. Ty Dillon dominated the race leading all but seventeen laps. Brendan finished fourth.
Day 3 – The morning was spent roaming the Nationwide garage during inspection, watching those cars qualify and the Sprint cars practice twice. Easy on the eyes Travis Pastranais (and 17-time medal winner at the X Games) was being interviewed in the Nationwide garage area after qualifying 39th. “I really need a win” he told FOX Sports’ Herme Sadler. I am not the Einstein of racing, but I thought to myself, “He needs to quit being in the wrong place at the wrong time,” collecting six DNFs (Did not finish) this year.
Also, during my garage visit, I met the oldest active driver in NASCAR, Morgan Shepherd. The rough faced seventy-one year old looked discouraged as he climbed out of his #89. Unless there were a couple of wrecks during qualifying, he would not see action in the race. Back at the media center, there was a collective gasp while we were monitoring on TV the practice session as Jimmie Johnson’s car brushed the wall. I bolted out of my chair and back up to track to assess the damage. The champion had dodged a bullet.
Thank goodness the Nationwide race was in the afternoon, as I was already worn out trying to keep up with who was doing what and when. Several drivers were participating in both the race that day and the Sprint Cup the next day. Last year’s cup winner, Brad Keselowski ,a participant in all three Texas races, won the Nationwide race later that afternoon.
Day 4 – Despite gaining an hour of sleep with the time-change, I didn’t get much rest since Rick had to be back at the track early for his pace-car ride with Landon Cassill, a driver for both car series. Claire B Lang of SiriusXM rode in the front seat interviewing Landon as they did laps around the track. Unfortunately, there were cables crossing the track for the pre-race ceremonies so they did not get up to the high speeds I experienced in the spring. I found a crew member setting up the crew chief stand for Matt Kenseth. I always wanted to sit in one. The next thing I knew I was climbing the vertical ladder with the guy pleading for me to be careful. All I can say is the view is much better from Jason Ratcliff’s chair!!
We headed next to the Sprint Cup garage where inspections had started. Surprisingly, many of the crew chiefs and crews were approachable. I had my picture taken with Jason Ratcliff and several of the cars waiting for inspection. One thing I discovered was that the headlamps and taillights were actually decals instead of the real thing. Multitudes of fans were gathering in the garage area and NASCAR rep Laura Finley was caught in the middle of the crowd control. “Please, if you’re not with the team, stay behind the yellow line.” As I started to step back, she said, “You’re fine.” I thought to myself, “I love this job!” The next hour was spent back at the media center posting pictures and updates on Facebook and Twitter. It was then I found out that Claire had aired my post-race question to Brad the night before on SiriusXM. I was so glad that inquiring about changing shadows and the setting sun on the track wasn’t such a dumb question after all! It was soon race time so it was back out to the track for pre-race ceremonies. Rick positioned himself at the photographers’ well at Turn 1 while I wandered up and down the pit. During the race, I ventured up to the grandstands to look for Hill Country’s Denise LeMeilleur attending the race.
Out of breath from the long climb to row sixty, I reached her row to find she was not there! On the return trip, I ran into Denise coming from her car carrying blankets. Yes, the cold front had arrived! Back in the warm media center, I watched the rest of the race. The media center crowd is supposed to remain unbiased during the race, but it was hard to miss the massive groan when contender Kenseth received a speeding penalty on pit row on Lap 175. This meant him repositioning to the end of the cars on the lead lap. This would come back to haunt him by race’s end. Despite his fast car, Matt could not make up the lost time the rest of the race. His fourth place finish saw him plunge to second place in the Chase, making strong finishes and preferably wins imperative at Phoenix and Homestead for the Chase title. Jimmie Johnson won the race.
How does the story end? Brendan & I are now twittering back and forth about college basketball, Travis “retired” from his brief stint in NASCAR and Jimmie added another title to his racing resume, never looking back after leaving Texas. A disappointed Kenseth ended up the bridesmaid and left his fans thinking “What Ifs” around the Texas race. I am still eating Halloween candy. And Nicole’s vacated ESPN chair? <sigh> Mike Massaro sat there instead of me.
‘Lotta Happenings – Chatting with Fellow New Englander Tom Grieve
Posted in Baseball, Exclusives, Hill Country Happenings Articles on November 1, 2013
‘Lotta Happenings — Chatting with Tom Grieve
Flying for Delta Air Lines provided me numerous opportunities to meet and interact with sports personalities throughout the years. One of my favorites was Tom Grieve, former baseball player as well as General Manager of the Texas Rangers and now TV Analyst for Fox Southwest Sports. Tom and I reconnected during the playoffs last month and chatted about the good ‘ole days.
Tom is from Pittsfield, Massachusetts, which is only twenty-one miles from my hometown, Williamstown. During one of our annual trips back there, Rick & I were watching the Texas Rangers on TV at a pub. I was telling one of my childhood friends, Mike Haddad, how I worked the Rangers charters. Mike was all excited. “You must know Tommy Grieve then!” he responded in that distinct Yankee accent. Rick and I snickered as we never heard Tom referred to as Tommy, but we quickly found that not only was he known as Tommy, but also thought of as a local hero! Tom’s father passed away at the age of ninety-five this year. My dad, a Vermonter, lived to the same age. I told Tom both men had those hardy New England genes. Tom’s mother, in her nineties, still resides in the same house that he grew up in. Our hometowns are almost the same distance to both New York City and Boston. Because of this, fans in the area are split between the Yankees and the Red Sox. Tom remembers at the age of five while “helping” paint the house, a man said to him, “I’ll bet you’re a Red Sox fan.” Being at that age of doing the opposite, Tom thought a moment and then said, “No, I’m not.” The only other team he knew of was the Yankees so he told the man he was a Yankees fan. His favorite player in baseball …. Mickey Mantle, of course.
What did Tommy want to be when he grew up? Not a doctor… not a fireman…not a policeman. He wanted to be a baseball player, just like his idol, Mickey Mantle. He was one of the kids gifted with the ability to hit the ball and was a star at Pittsfield High School. Upon graduation, he was drafted by the Washington Senators, the sixth pick of the first round. His parents were cautiously supportive of his career choice – his mother giving him sage advice “while it’s a nice dream to have, think of other things to do just in case things don’t work out. “ After playing a few years in the minor leagues, Tommy’s dream came true – the call to the majors – July 5th, 1970. When the franchise was moved to Arlington, Texas the following year and became the Texas Rangers, Grieve was the outfielder. The transition from Tommy to Tom occurred. He also picked up another nickname, TAG, his initials. Many ballplayers are known for their superstitions like stepping on one of the bases before running off the field at the end of an inning or spitting into one’s hand before picking up the bat. Tom limited his to if he had a great game, he would wear the same shirt the next outing. Off the field, he kept (and still does) his bills in descending order facing the same way. In 1976, he was Rangers Player of the Year thanks to an abundance of doubles, homers and RBIs. He was injury free except for getting hit by a pitch and being out with a broken wrist for one month in 1977. In addition to the Rangers, he played with the Mets one year followed by the Cardinals.
Tom was lucky that his dream for a career in baseball continued with the Rangers even after his playing days ended. His stints included Group Ticket Sales and General Manager. It was in 1986 that I met Tom while working the Texas Rangers Charters. Our paths also crossed at several of the charity golf tournaments as well as at spring training at Port Charlotte, Florida. One spring I took my mom, in her early seventies, and she was so excited with our seats right off the first base line. As I was introducing mom to Tom, he diplomatically explained that the location of our seats was a pretty popular area for line drives and then relocated us to seats behind home plate. Sure enough, several hard hits were driven toward our previous seats. One year, three of my friends and I were scheduled with the charters taking the team to Milwaukee and bringing them back, so we stayed there at our own expense for that series. Tom let us sit with him in his box at the games. I was thrilled to be talking the mechanics of pitching with him while the other gals shivered in chilly fall temperatures. 
After Grieve’s stint as GM, he went on to become a TV analyst for the Rangers and has been in that capacity for nineteen years. He watched his boys also follow a path through baseball. Older son Tim pitched in AA ball and has been a scout for the Detroit Tigers several years and Ben was Rookie of the Year for the Oakland Athletics as well as spent nine seasons in the majors. What was his advice to his sons and others who yearn for a life in the “national pastime”? It’s very similar to what his mother gave him; “Pursue it with all your heart, cover the academic side and don’t put all your eggs in one basket.”
‘Lotta Happenings — Fun at the Draft
Posted in Fantasy Football, Football, Hill Country Happenings Articles on October 1, 2013
There is nothing that makes watching NFL more interesting than having a Fantasy Team. I had friends who already played in paid leagues. Before I went that direction, I wanted to see if I could compete by playing on a website with strangers. It started out really easy with the computer doing all my drafting for me. The hardest part seemed to be guessing who to play each week. Despite my savvy on players, it was still hit- and-miss if a player had an off week. Also, it would have helped had I discovered the add/drop capability to get rid of players who were on extensive injury or just stunk. I was like a magnet for attracting both. The first year I played I finished a dismal next-to-last in my league, but I was still having fun!
Fast-forward to 2010. My friend Laura, who knew my passion for football, invited me to play on her league. I thrilled to be playing with someone I knew and besides that, the draft was to be an all-you-could-eat Saturday afternoon. When I arrived, Laura’s husband Alek was frying a turkey as Led Zeppelin blared from the radio. The kitchen was loaded with all kinds of food. It was evident none would starve at this draft. I knew their daughter Emily since my Boxer Roxie & I did Pet Therapy at her school. She hugged my knee and asked where Roxie was. She then, along with her younger brother Tyler, escorted me to my assigned seat at a card table adjacent to the main table. I laughed as it reminded me of my many years of sitting at the kids’ table at holiday time. I spread out my Fantasy Football magazines as well handwritten notes and a highlighter leaving just enough room for a small paper plate and my bottled water.
Several in the group were decked out in football jerseys. Although I was a known Steelers fan, I came decked out in a Tom “easy-on-the-eyes” Brady shirt. The first order of business was drafting two rookies. I was the last to pick since it was my first year in the league. On the board I wrote the name of a tight end that caught my eye during pre-season – Aaron Hernandez. My other rookie was Dexter McCluster. (He ended up injured early in the season. My luck with injure-prone players followed me!) Next we drew numbers for the regular draft. I was last to pick and got “5” so I was right in the middle of the choices which snaked up and down the board each round. The four guys in front of me chose the highest rated running backs and receivers. I decided to go against the grain and grab my quarterback. I wrote “Aaron Rodgers, GB QB” on the grease board. A gasp filled the room! Alek shouts, “Dang it woman! You’re wearing a Tom Brady shirt and you draft Aaron Rodgers!?!?!?” The number-one ranked quarterback was off the market! 
The regular season that year found me activating the wrong players and dealing with injuries. I was miserable in the cellar. However, come post-season, my luck changed. It began with downsizing my team for the playoffs. I was the only one who had all the positions covered for post-season play. I was solid with Rodgers, Pittsburgh’s Defense and Special Teams, speedster Mike Wallace and Rashad Mendenhall who was churning up yardage each week. All the other league members had to re-draft positions. It was the year Green Bay and Pittsburgh met in the Super Bowl. Talk about an internal conflict!!! With $150 on the line if Aaron Rodgers got points from passing and scoring touchdowns, I found myself quietly rooting against my favorite team! In addition to winning the Super Bowl pot for Fantasy Football that year, I also played the Super Bowl squares with some other friends. My numbers were “1” Green Bay and “5” Steelers — the final score — Packers 31, Steelers 25. It was a feat I have yet to accomplish again in either venue.
Our league still plays and members come and go. We also increased to twelve players instead of ten. I love my team this year with Russell Wilson at the helm and the 49ers Defense and Special Teams. The first week of league play I had the third highest score, but I was playing the top scorer so I lost the week. I lost in both my internet leagues too! Again I am off to a smashing start in the cellar!! I prefer to look at it as good sign — remember 2010!
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‘Lotta Happenings — Golf Stories
Posted in Exclusives, Golf, Hill Country Happenings Articles on September 3, 2013
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My article below appeared in the September issue of Hill Country Happenings.
My first experience with golf was at age ten at a miniature golf course in Western Massachusetts. I remember standing behind a girl watching what she did as I was next. Apparently I was too close as the next thing I remembered was a clunk to my head. It was as painful as my playing turned out to be. My next exposure to golf was in college when I had psychology classes at the University of Houston with golfing great John Mahaffey. While the football team was just OK, the golf team, all tanned and preppy-dressed, was solid, winning twelve NCAA championships between 1956 and 1970. The athletic dorm, Baldwin House, was just across the street. Did I have any desire then to learn golf with so many talented students so close? No, I was too busy in the Cougar Den playing Spades with the hippies.
A few years later I was working a DC-9 Delta flight from Augusta to Atlanta. We always enjoyed flying in there as the earlier airport, Bush Field, was formerly an old flight school barracks. Between the terminal and tarmac was an area beautifully landscaped and tables where people sat sipping iced tea (and perhaps a mint julep) while waiting on flights. Locals referred to it as “The Country Club Airport.” This day in particular was special as our load consisted of an airplane full of golfers who had just played in the Masters Golf Tournament. I was immediately cognizant of the aura in the airplane. Again, all were tanned, but this time most were decked out in plaid pants and bright-color blazers. I spent the next thirty-five minutes conversing with the likes of Gary Player, Lee Trevino, Jack Nicklaus, Ray Floyd, Tom Watson and even a familiar face, U of H alum John Mahaffey. It was on that flight I learned about the celebrity of playing in the Masters.
Fast-forward to the late 80s when golf again crossed my path. It was when Rick and I were vacationing and we passed a miniature golf course. I got this brilliant idea to stop and play some holes. Considering I hadn’t held a golf club since I was ten, I thought I was doing pretty good — that is until we got to one hole where I hit the ball so hard, it soared to the next hole knocking the blade off of the windmill! Rick was speechless. There was no more miniature golfing (nor will there ever be).
For the next few years, I had the opportunity to work several charity golf tournaments. It was fun watching Texas Rangers favorites like Geno Petralli, Mike Stanley, Tom Grieve, Bobby Witt, Jeff Russell and Curtis Wilkerson knocking the ball around. We would joke with them not to quit their day jobs. My fondest memory was a tournament at a course west of Ft. Worth. Not only were Rangers players participating, but many other baseball greats. Rick was immediately envious when he heard that one of his childhood heroes, Bob Feller of the Cleveland Indians, was playing. When I saw the list, I focused in on one name — former Baltimore Orioles third baseman, Brooks Robinson. My girlfriend Nancy and I were assigned a hole where we had to sit and witness if anyone made a hole-in-one. Behind us was parked the prize, a pick-up truck. A few hours went by — still no Brooks. By now, I was in need to get rid of all the water I was drinking. Someone told us that Brooks was two holes away. Nancy assured me if I hurried, I could make it back before he got there. As I was running back from the port-a-potty, I spotted Brooks at our hole. Breathless upon arrival, I found Brooks grinning from ear to ear. Nancy had managed to stall him and of course, she just had to share what I was doing!
My favorite golfer of all time? He’s right here in the Texas Hill Country. Frank Boynton, now a financial guru, played on the PGA Tour in the late 50s and the 60s. A couple of years ago I was visiting his wife Betty. Frank was, as usual, watching golf on TV. He raised his hand and signaled for silence. We obliged. A shot came close to the hole on the 16th at Firestone, looked like it might go in for an eagle, but that was not to be. A groan went up from the spectators. Frank grinned; he was (and is) still the last golfer since 1966 to eagle the famous 16th also known as “The Monster” – 610 yards long with a lake in front. He explained that he and Bob Rosburg are the only pro golfers to ever eagle that hole! For a brief moment, I contemplated sharing my claim to the double-bogey at the windmill, but some things are better laid to rest.


























