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‘Lotta Happenings — Dog Days of Summer
Posted by 'lottasports in Hill Country Happenings Articles, Swimming on August 7, 2013
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My article below appeared in the August issue of Hill Country Happenings. Click here for more articles and information about happenings in the Texas Hill Country.
July and August are truly the dog days of summer. According to my Yahoo search, the phrase comes from “the Dog Star, Sirius, which is part of the constellation Canis Major. Each summer between July and August the constellation appears in the northern hemisphere during what is usually the hottest time of the season.” What better time to attack the temperatures than to delve into the sport of swimming. Cool, refreshing and fun — especially with one’s canines!
The day we booked our reservations, the temperatures had dropped from over a hundred to a pleasant eighty-two degrees. Roxie and Rex felt the excitement in the air as we loaded the car with towels, water shoes, toys and finally, them. The dogs knew something was happening other than the usual “Ride in the Car.” As we bumped down the dusty dirt road at the American Pet Spa and Resort, interesting sights and smells were being experienced by our Boxers. Confusion prevailed in the back seat as the dogs bustled from window to window. So much to see! We passed by a horse rescue corral, a swimming pool, an area of Old West style buildings, parks, and a pond with geese. Upon leaving the car, Rex found himself nose to nose with a wooden dog statue. He sniffed and pawed at it. No response. With a look saying, “Quit wasting our time,” mature Roxie disowned Rex and went into the building.
After checking in, we were escorted to a fenced-in pool area which also contained a glider with a canopy top, a pile of towels and a canvas bag full of toys. So much for coming prepared; blame the Girl Scout in me. The pool had a gradual slope at one end to wade in while the “deep-end” was a comfortable three to four feet. Rick and I jumped in! We splashed around and looked out of the pool. Both dogs were looking at us as if to say, “Uh… that’s water…we’ll get wet…no thank you…” For the first five minutes, not even a rubber ducky enticed them. I was thinking, “Gee, only twenty-five more paid minutes!” Rick finally picked up Roxie and gently set her in the shallow end. She stood there motionless, like the statue out front. Then he did the same with Rex and with the same reaction. With the assistance of the pool guide, Tommy, we splashed around and tried to make the dogs enjoy the boredom of standing. That “fun” lasted a whole five minutes.
disappointment must have been evident. The next thing I knew, Rex was at the “deep” end and airborne into the pool compliments of Tommy. As Rex hit the water, he immediately started into a fast doggie paddle towards us. “Come on Rex!! Come this way!” we coached. Soon he was at the shallow end letting out a huge spray of water as he shook. No sense in messing up a towel. We soon discovered Rex had quite a command of his doggie paddle each time he was coaxed in. Not so lovely was his belly flop getting there!
Meanwhile, Roxie did not want any part of the “experience” leaving the rubber ducky chasing to Rex. She would run back and forth along the edge, but would clamp down her paws in the pavement when Tommy tried to get her in the deep end. Rick finally got enticed her into the shallow end where she was just content standing in the refreshing water and drinking it! After all, it’s the dog days of summer – what better place to be for a dog.
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‘Lotta Happenings — NASCAR Trucks and Indycars!!
Posted by 'lottasports in Hill Country Happenings Articles, Indycars, NASCAR on July 4, 2013
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My article below appeared in the July issue of Hill Country Happenings.. Click here for more articles and information about happenings in the Texas Hill Country.
I was in my element again in June. The NASCAR Camping World Truck Series and the IZOD Indycars were at Texas Motor Speedway for a three day weekend. I couldn’t think of a more fun way for this sports addict to spend my birthday! The first day was the truck practice and qualifying. Wedged in between were the driver press conferences which are always an enlightening experience — some of those kids decked out in their spandex suits could be my grandchildren!! Two of the drivers we interviewed also were celebrating their
birthdays around the race, Joey Coulter on the 8th and Matt Crafton on the day after mine, the 11th. Neither one could compare to my instant favorite, Brendan Gaughan. I don’t know what attracted me — his high position in the truck series standings or his rugged, Teddy-Bear look with a smile perfect for a toothpaste commercial; I suspect the latter. He was considered a “senior” driver. When I asked him what was thought of as “old” in truck racing, he replied, “Me!” “Old” turned out to be having a 1975 birth date!
Day two started with an appearance by Helio Castroneves, points leader of the Indycar Series as well as winner of Season 5 of Dancing with the Stars. Questions from the media started with the “usual” about tire usage, downforce and grip. Rick held his breath as my hand went up; he anticipated something like, “Did you keep your yellow costume from the quick-step?” Instead, he got to proudly beam as I asked, “Helio, some NASCAR drivers have been racing in Indycars; would you ever consider crossing over to NASCAR?” He smiled. “Excellent question… If the opportunity presents itself, then I certainly would love to try. Right now I only have one thing on my mind and that is trying to win as much [sic] races as possible here and hopefully bring this championship to Roger.” (Penske Team Owner). Later, during a one-on-one with him, he confirmed that he did keep the yellow outfit from Dancing with the Stars. After Helio, a Grapevine deli unveiled three sandwiches named in honor of Mario, Michael and Marco Andretti. The three generations of Indy racers sampled the sandwiches and then the younger two departed for practice on the track while Mario stayed to chat with several of us. I was immediately awestruck over the twinkle in his eyes and how incredible he looked for his seventy-three years. He and I talked about young drivers and the importance of setting a good example for our youth. He assured me that he already had discussions with his grandson of the importance of putting his racing in front of the “glamour” life at night clubs.
After the press conference, Rick and I headed up to the start-finish line for the pace truck rides. The truck was driven by Ward Burton, retired NASCAR driver and 2002 winner of the Daytona 500. Ward, in a soft, Southern drawl, inquired, “Aren’t you riding with your husband?” I explained that I had enough speed in April with the pace car and that I was going to pass. After watching Rick’s laps, it appeared that Ward’s driving was the gingerly ride I so wanted in April. Within minutes I found myself in the truck cruising around the oval track for several laps at a modest eighty miles per hour. Ward was pumped that his son Jeb was racing that evening in the truck series. It was then I found myself with a conflict — do I root for Teddy-Bear Brendan or Jeb? While I mulled my choices, the Indycars lined up to start their qualifying. It was strange going from watching pick-up trucks to seeing a flat-style car which came up to my waist and sounded like a swarm of bumblebees!
A few hours later, as the sun flirted with the horizon, we found the trucks back out on the track lining up for their race. As the race progressed, daylight went to evening and the bright lights blazed the oval track while the field of thirty-two pick-ups roared around the speedway. Mid-race found Brendan leading and things looked very promising until he spun his tires on the last re-start. As his number started to plummet on the pole which listed the order of the trucks, we recognized a number in the top three. It was the #4, Jeb Burton. The final laps were very exciting as Jeb raced against the leader, Ty Dillon. It was Jeb to cross the finish line first followed by a burnout for the fans. At the later press conference it was not Jeb who the press was most interested in hearing from — it was his dad, Ward. Yes, the same Ward I took the gingerly ride with around the track earlier that day. He was beaming with pride as he told everyone that seeing his son win this race meant more to him than his (Ward’s) win at the Daytona 500.

Jeb Burton won his first NASCAR Camping World Truck Series Race. Rode earlier that day with his dad, Ward Burton, 2002 Daytona 500 Winner.
Day three started with an invite to ride the Indy pace car. I was getting melancholy with my birthday only two days away so I decided to “throw caution to the wind” and just do it! Since I was taping the experience again, I vowed to not repeat my expletives used during last spring’s ride. Instead, they were replaced with “Breathe …. Breathe …. Breathe” as we got up to speeds of 140 mph! I also decided that motorsports is a family affair as our driver, Stefan Wilson, had a brother in the race later that day. Further down the track, they were offering rides in a two-seater Indy car. I opted out when I saw I would need to wear a helmet. It would only mess up my ponytail or maybe it was hearing that I would have to be strapped into the car because of the speeds of almost 200 mph!

Pace Car ride with Stephan Wilson This was faster than last April’s! Video on Lotta Sports on Facebook. Stephan’s brother is Justin Wilson racing tonight #19.
A more serene setting was in the media center where I got to meet two teachers from Moore, Oklahoma and a firefighter from West, Texas. They had been invited to the race to do the “Start Your Engines” and the flag to begin the race. It was a very emotional thirty minutes as they relayed their experiences from the tornadoes and the fertilizer plant explosion. After they left, two members of the PBR (Professional Bull Riders) presented Indy 500 winner Tony Kanaan with a certificate of a bull TK500, named in his honor. The bull, formerly known as Mud Wasp, has been successfully ridden only four times!
During the Indycar pre-race ceremonies, I met the only female pit member. Her name was Anna and she was the rear-jack for National Guard Panther Racing #4 car. I commented that I thought it would be neat to do something like that, but I was too old. “Never give up on your dreams,” she advised me.
There was only one person left on my radar and it was someone I had not seen since the mid-70s when I worked flights between Houston and Indianapolis. As I proceeded down the line of pit crew canopies, I spotted him – racing legend and now owner, A J Foyt. He was seated in a golf cart in the #14 car’s area. I had already met his assistant, so when she saw me, she motioned me over. Moments later, I was on the cart talking to A J about the year I worked his charter to the Indy 500 and we watched the race in the rain. And as if seeing AJ wasn’t exciting enough, a third of the way through the race I ran into former Texas Rangers catcher, Pudge Rodriquez. The day before he had been named to the Rangers Baseball Hall of Fame so I congratulated him. I had not seen Pudge since I worked the baseball charters in the early 90s; he had not changed at all.
As it was the night before, the race was exciting. Mario Andretti’s grandson Marco led the first part of the race. He and two other drivers kept the lead until Lap 97, when Helio Castroneves took over and kept the lead until the race ended at Lap 228. For me, I was torn between which was better — that night, or the night Helio won the Dancing with the Stars competition. Hmmmm… a blue and red helmet or dancing shoes? I guess it just depends on one’s sports perspective, and that’s Lotta Sports!
‘Lotta Happenings — A NASCAR Experience — From a Female Perspective
Posted by 'lottasports in Hill Country Happenings Articles, NASCAR on May 4, 2013
My article below appeared in the May issue of Hill Country Happenings.. Click here for more articles and information about happenings in the Texas Hill Country.
NASCAR came to Texas last month and Hill Country Happenings’ Lotta Sports was there behind the scenes! This month’s column is dedicated to the incredible sports experience that I had NASCAR weekend at TMS (Texas Motor Speedway) in April. I will have a tough time conveying this experience but I will try!
Attempting to get the lay of the land, my husband Rick and I took a tour of the complex the week prior to the race. Our tour guide, Paul Rector, was an absolute delight as well as a wealth of knowledge concerning the track, with its twenty-four degree banked turns. One fascinating statistic was that “Jerry’s House” — aka Cowboys Stadium — would fit within the infield area four times. (I later understood the immensity of the infield when it became my home away from home for three days and I was walking everywhere.) The lighting for the track area is equivalent to ten NFL stadiums! (During the races, those bright lights were playing havoc with our attempts for action pictures, sending beautiful designs to the monitors of the digital cameras. On a positive note, I felt those same lights helped to stave off the chill on the infield after the sun went down.) In addition to the track itself, the complex has garage areas, media centers, Infield Care Center (after an accident, if a driver’s car is not drivable, they must ride there in an ambulance), driving schools, offices and high-rise condominiums, luxury suites holding sixty-four chairs each and the Speedway Club. On the comfort/courtesy side, all spectator seats have backrests; however umbrellas are not allowed.
Now, let’s delve into an incredible three day fan experience when NASCAR comes to Texas!! On Thursday, I reported to the media center and got my work area assignment and media schedule of press conferences. Rick and I knew we would busy on Friday and Saturday so we decided to shop and do typical fan activities. The midway was set up with semis full of apparel, decals, license plate holders and stuffed toys for every driver as well as displays of monitoring equipment. I had an internal debate concerning whether or not to rent a headset and scanner to monitor the drivers but I talked myself out of spending the money and later regretted not just going for it. I also talked myself out of a cute pink and white dog with a number 20 (Matt Kenseth’s number), but I did splurge on a T-Shirt. A cute gal snagged me to have a photo made with a choice of six drivers’ photos merged into mine. I chose Greg Biffle since I would be interviewing him the next day. Meanwhile, Rick sampled at a beverage display of almost a hundred different Coke products, and then went to the gal taking the photos merges; typical male, he chose Danica Patrick for his picture. Next stop was the “Changing the Tire” booth. It looks so simple and fast when the pit crews do it. I eyed the display. Next thing I knew, the clock was rolling and I was changing a tire! I proudly finished in fifty-eight seconds but then my elation was shattered when I looked at the record for the day – nine seconds – and then noticed Rick grinning ear to ear. “OK, smarty, let’s see you do it!” I challenged. Fifteen seconds later, he was done! Obviously a tire change should be a guy thing – at least in our household! The rest of the afternoon was spent watching practice runs from the pit. Most thrilling was being mere feet from the cars as they whizzed by to enter the track. Both of us had cameras and were clicking away madly. Why did Rick’s set have ten pictures of Danica while other drivers were totally missing?
Friday the work began. At 9am Rick attended a photo briefing and was issued a blue vest so that he would access closer in on pit row. At 930am was our first press conference with Martin Truex, Jr., Paul Menard and Greg Biffle. After they fielded several typical race questions, I timidly raised my hand. Mic in hand, I said to Greg Biffle, “I saw at Daytona you had two gorgeous boxers just like we do; what are their names and are they here at the race?” I looked over at Rick and saw his look of “You’ve got to be kidding!” followed by relief when Greg grinned and then elaborated on his answer. “Foster” and “Gracie” were on the Phoenix and Las Vegas trips, but “because it became more of a chore, they are home enjoying the pool.” I was dying to know how they selected those names….but I didn’t want to press my luck with Greg or my husband! After the drivers left, we headed to the garage entrance to watch more practice. Rick suddenly realized my absence. He surveyed the crowd and finally spotted me inside the garage area. I was attempting to stay out of the way as cars zoomed in and out of the stalls, all the while snapping pictures and shooting video. As I started to exit the garage, they shut down the track for a clean-up. I was in my element as cars waited in line to exit and I spotted my favorite Nationwide driver, Elliott Sadler, fourth in line. There I was, a yard away, trying to contain myself and not ask him if he owned a dog. There’s a fine line between respecting a celebrity and being a passionate fan interested in dog breeds and names!
It was back to the Media Center to join a press conference with Carl Edwards and Brian Vickers. Carl has the 99 Ford and when he wins, he thrills his fans with a backflip at the Winner’s Circle. I joked with Rick that I was going to ask him to do a back flip and I got the raised eyebrow. Brian is a substitute driver for the 11 Toyota normally driven by Denny Hamlin, currently out on injury. Brian was there with a darling little girl, March of Dimes National Ambassador Nina Centofanti. Sweet Nina was all decked out in a special FedEx team fire suit just like Brian’s. After a late lunch of fried chicken and trying to update my Facebook page without getting grease on the mouse, we headed up to the pit for the time trials for both races. It was just a few hours away from the O’Reilly Auto Parts 300, which is 200 laps. I began to realize it was already turning into a very long day. I was on my second pair of shoes, running on five hours of sleep, and the temperature was rising as the bright sun blazed on the track. I scoped out the line of Nationwide cars and lined up with Elliott’s empty car. Then came the “This Could Only Happen to Me!” moment! A soft tap on my shoulder and then a man’s voice said, “May I get through, please?” I slid to the left and two inches from me was Elliott Sadler! Also in that qualifying was my Sprint driver, Matt Kenseth, who was driving in both races. I would soon have to decide whom I would root for in the race that night. During qualifying, someone wrecked on the backside and a gal next to me mumbled, “I hope it’s Kyle Busch.” (Kyle is not well-liked, as during his youthful years he was cocky and made some immature decisions while racing.) The wreck wasn’t Kyle. The two qualifying events ended and we had about an hour to kill so we went through the tunnel and up into the grandstands to try and find our friends, Herbie Witt and Mike Miles, from Kerrville and Mooney Airplane who are season ticket holders. It seemed to take forever to get to their seats at Turn 4. Out of breath and my feet weakening – I can now relate to how Kellie Pickler feels after an hour of practicing the jive — we found their seats empty.
When pre-race ceremonies began, we discovered you cannot hear the invocation, Star Spangled Banner or “Start Your Engines” from down in the pit. You just figure it out through hand-signals by some and action in the pit. We found that Matt Kenseth’s pit area was on a corner and just to the left of the start finish line making it great to see the cars for a brief few seconds! There was also a big screen close by so we could view the race looking straight up. There were eight caution flags, only one of those an accident, which slow the cars down for a few laps while debris is cleaned up. Most drivers take advantage of this to refuel and go through tire changes although some remain out to get credit for leading the lap. Unlike the race the following night, this one had a limited number of tire replacements allowed so the right timing strategy was critical. Matt led for twelve laps and spent much of the race in the top ten. It was exciting to be right there seeing his pit crew work for just seconds to get him back on the track each time.
It was Kyle Busch who owned the race, leading ninety-one laps, one of those being the checkered flag. Matt came in sixth and Elliott, further back than normal, thirteenth. While Kyle burned rubber on the track before going to victory circle, we watched Matt’s crew dissemble the pit stand. The earlier piles of tires, giant Sunoco gas cans, and huge dollies were gone. All that remained was the smell of burnt tires and a little boy asking one of the pit crew for a lug nut. Okay, I had nothing to lose. After the boy walked away, I approached the same guy and introduced myself. I then admitted that I wasn’t twelve years old, but it surely would be nice to have something to share with the Lotta Sports’ readers. He motioned for me to wait and within a minute was back, placing five greasy lug nuts in my hand. The fueler smiled and said, “These are off of the 20 car.” Later when Rick and I discussed the moment, Rick mentioned the silver protective apron which the fueler was wearing. “What apron?” I asked. “I only saw his gorgeous brown eyes!” We laughed and headed off to the media center for press conferences with Brad Keselowski and Austin Dillion, the second and third place finishers followed by another with winner Kyle Busch, his crew chief Adam Stevens, and owner J.D. Gibbs. I was again chosen for a question; to Rick’s visual relief, I asked Kyle if he preferred Day or Night Racing. Kyle got a big grin and said, “That’s a great question.” He responded that car racing actually started with drag racing under the lights and that is his preference.
After another five hours of sleep and what turned into an eventful day three began. It started with the morning news reporting that a senator from Connecticut had asked Fox network not to broadcast the Sprint race since the sponsor was the NRA (National Rifle Association). There was another report that some of the drivers would not appear in press conferences at the media center because of the NRA logo in the background. I was working solo since Rick had to work at his normal job. I also discovered I was missing my camera charger and would have to stop by the store to get another. The negative tone for the day quickly changed when I found the charger still plugged into my outlet at the media center and then an invite to the media to go to the start/finish line and ride two laps in the pace car with former NASCAR driver Brett Bodine. I headed up to the meeting place and found people milling about, but no definite line. I saw another guy with a media badge so I stood with him. Then groups started forming so we relocated to one that appeared more organized. We quickly found out we were in with a tour group and were sent to another spot. A line of media began to form behind me. Meanwhile, the tour groups were given rides three at a time. We were on our fourth relocation so I asked someone who looked in charge if we were in the right place. He told our line to stay put. It was then that I realized the ride I was waiting for was not going to be a gingerly ride around the track. Now, we are talking about someone who doesn’t even like Ferris wheels and had ridden an upside down ride only once at Astroworld! I must have started to look nervous because the gal behind me said, “You can do this and it will be over in no time!” Suddenly I am climbing in the car behind Brett and barely had my seatbelt clamped when we departed! At first I was trying to take pictures and fortunately I changed to the video function. I captured every “Oh my God” followed by a sigh of relief when the car slowed up after leaving Turn 4 the second time. My heart was pounding and legs feeling a little shaky when I climbed back out, but I was glad I did it. The gal who had urged me to go cheered as I exited and off she went, shouting, “I heard the worst place to ride is on the passenger’s side since you go so close to the wall!” Someone must have been looking out after me when I got the seat behind Brett!
Just when I didn’t think the day could get any more exciting, I returned to the media center where a deli was introducing a sandwich named after Matt Kenseth. Matt chatted a while with us and then was open for an informal one on one session. There I was, talking to Matt about the airplane he used to own which was made in Kerrville. I also asked him about his departure from the last pit stop the night before, and then imitated the sound. He laughed and had me repeat it. Why do things never sound as good the second time around? The rest of the afternoon sped by quickly with everyone in the media center diligently working on their stories. The next thing I knew we were all back at pit row as final preparations for the start of the race began. Members of the military were lined up holding a huge flag. Temporary stages were in place at the start finish line and sounds of Sarah Evans in concert filtered through the stadium. Convertibles with each driver perched atop circled the field. Race cars covered with black covers lined pit row with owners, car sponsors and their families jammed around each car. It was impossible to get within twelve feet of crowd favorite Dale Earnhardt Jr.’s car. At each driver’s area, their number was being extended and colorful tapes placed on the pavement so the driver would know his small pit stop allowance area. The opening ceremonies started and included the introduction of the controversial sponsor. I had a brief moment of unease, then relief. As the sounds of the Star Spangled Banner filled the air, aircraft in formation flew over with a vapor stream of red, white and blue trailing behind them.
The race itself was three hours, twenty-seven minutes and forty seconds with an average speed of a hundred and forty-four miles per hour, much faster than the previous night’s one hundred and twenty-three. There were seven caution flags, three of them involving accidents. Pit row had its share of excitement when Matt Kenseth exited his pit area and overflow fuel was ignited on the pavement by a hot lug nut. Screams of “Fire!” filled the air. I could only see the intense smoke from two pit areas away but replays of the race showed one crew member’s leg on fire, explaining the protective head to toe gear the pit crew members don for each stop the driver makes. Kyle Busch again was first to see the checkered flag. Martin Truex, Jr. was forced to accept second place since his last pit stop was not turned as quickly as Kyle’s. An emotional Truex, Jr. vented frustration during the post-race interviews, noting the victory would have been his except for the precious seconds lost, determining a difference of two hundred and nine thousand dollars in winnings. Despite this, the exhausting weekend ended on a high-note when I met retired NFL Super Bowl Coach Joe Gibbs, owner of the winning car. And remember the stuffed dog I eyed at the midway? Rick presented one to me the following morning … the perfect closure to an awesome experience!
‘Lotta Happenings – NASCAR Memories
Posted by 'lottasports in Hill Country Happenings Articles, NASCAR on April 8, 2013
My article below appeared in the April issue of Hill Country Happenings.. Click here for more articles and information about happenings in the Texas Hill Country.
I love the month of April! I know….. I say that every month, but April is better than most because it’s the start of the Major League Baseball season and NASCAR returns to Texas Motor Speedway. I remember when we lived in North Texas in the 80s, Rick would go stand in line for hours to get opening day Rangers tickets and I would strategically bid my line of flying so I would have that day off. This year we skipped the experience of the home opener as the team looked rather vulnerable during spring training and deserving of the tag, “Texas Strangers.” Will the Rangers make another run to a championship game or leave fans scratching their heads in October? As they said in my cancelled soap — now returning on Hulu — stay tuned!
As I write this article, I am holding my tickets for the April Nationwide race. It is storming outside, indicative of April weather. While I listen to the pounding rain, I think to myself, “Just get it over with now!” I remember back to the first year that the Texas Motor Speedway was open. Rainy weather played havoc on the grassy parking areas where the caravan of RVs gathered for the week of the race. Tow trucks made a mint dragging out the camping homes of race fans. Since we lived 5 miles north of TMS, Rick & I always bid our work schedules around race weekend and being able to get to work. One year, the Sunday race was postponed due to weather. The following day, I found myself in my car, staring at our subdivision with my legs crossed for one hour as inbound traffic to the area was halted to accommodate those leaving the track.
Last year, I got tickets and pit passes for the Nationwide race. I was like a kid in a candy store as I spent the morning and afternoon watching time trials and practice runs from the pit area. It was where all the action was, including driver Ryan Newman, walking inches from me with his hot dog in hand. I even visited with Elliott Sadler’s pit crew and was given a rejected lug nut they had discarded. In the midway, there were huge semis, one for each driver, with multiple displays of T-Shirts, caps and other memorabilia for sale. I stopped at the Danica Patrick area and picked up a bright glow-in-the-dark lime green T-Shirt for Rick, then headed to Kenseth’s semi for MY stuff. Why am I a Matt Kenseth fan? He had a special connection to the Texas Hill Country. A few years ago, he purchased a Mooney Acclaim, which Rick helped build. Matt actually came to Kerrville to take delivery of his plane. He gained several fans from Mooney that year.
The race itself was almost boring after all the other activities. I said almost, right? My ex-boss from Delta, Jan Smith, joined me at the race. After she bought a Tony Stewart T-Shirt, she did a quick change of clothes in the restroom. We climbed about 40 rows to our seats and got all settled in for the race. Suddenly Jan’s hands flew up to her chest! “My lanyard with my ticket! Where is it?” She bolted and retraced her route to the restroom and fortunately found it on the floor of the last row of stalls. She got back just in time for the opening ceremonies. We decided to stay for only part of the race, not wanting to battle the exit crowds. It was a good thing we got an early start since we couldn’t find either car! All I can say is thank goodness for remotes that enable you to activate your horn! Once we left the parking lot, I got a call from Jan on my cell. “You’re going the wrong way! You’re headed towards Decatur!” I surely am glad Rick will be with me this year; he’s got a much better sense of direction.
‘Lotta Happenings – ‘Lotta Hits the Slopes…in more ways than one!
Posted by 'lottasports in Hill Country Happenings Articles, Skiing on March 8, 2013
My article below appeared in the March issue of Hill Country Happenings.. Click here for more articles and information about happenings in the Texas Hill Country.
Last month Olympic skier Lindsey Vonn wiped out at the world championships in Schladming, Austria. She is currently in rehabilitation following surgery on her anterior cruciate and medial collateral ligaments. Is her career over? She doesn’t seem to think so and has vowed to be back for next year’s Winter Games in Sochi. Watching her fall triggered two memories of bad falls I had while skiing.
The first tumble was in the early eighties at Deer Valley, Utah. How fast was I skiing? Well, I wasn’t actually skiing, but I was on skis and was posing for a picture at the top of a run. I got kind of cutesy as I struck my pose and the next thing I knew I heard the slamming of skies and poles as I plummeted backwards down the slope. Moments later, which seemed more like an eternity, I found myself planted face- first into the snow and because my skies stayed on and my knees were buried, I couldn’t get up. I looked up and back for my at-the-time boyfriend and saw him skiing towards me. I held up my now mitten-less hand. After collecting my poles, he slid to a halt and started clicking away with the camera. I understand now why that association didn’t last!
The following day, I woke up with bruising all over and very sore. It was almost fun to watch my body as it went through an array of colors for the next two weeks. I say “almost” as the aching lasted that long also. One would think after that experience, I would take more care when on skis. Two years later, I found myself again on the slopes in Utah with an escapade which made the “photo fall’ seem like nothing.
This time I was skiing at Park West. After one of my runs, a man sharing the lift back up with me made the comment, “You sure ski well for a girl.” Wrong thing to say! The next run, feeling the need to impress even more, I put a little more pizzazz into my turns. Suddenly while in a turn, I felt an icy patch under my skis. Seconds later, my knee went one way; the rest of my body the other. Of course where I fell was not on the main drag so it took a while for the Ski Patrol to get there. As they loaded me on the toboggan, I kept asking how much the ride was going to cost. One of them said, “There’s no charge, but once you get to the bottom, things might get a little pricy.” He wasn’t kidding.
The toboggan ride was fun! They secured me so well that only my nose and mouth were exposed. The next few minutes were like being on a roller coaster blindfolded. I assured myself by thinking, “These guys are professionals and know what they’re doing.” Once safely at the bottom, First Aid found no break but since I couldn’t put weight on that leg, they strongly recommended seeing an orthopedic surgeon and released me on crutches. Someone took me back to the Radisson and then the fun began. I watched hopelessly as the hotel bellman repacked all my ski gear as well as intimate apparel and make-up before driving me to the airport. Then I got to experience what I had I witnessed of some of our passengers on Delta – I was a carry-on passenger! They strapped me in the wheelchair and rolled me back to my seat. Since the flight wasn’t full, the agent was able to block a row of seats. My parents met my flight; my Dad drove my car home and my Mom followed with me.
In less than twenty-four hours, I was under the care of Dr. Larry Likover who had come highly recommended. After a careful examination and more X-rays, I whispered, “Well?” He replied, “It’s not broken, but you might have been better off if it had. You have ligament and cartilage damage.” Fortunately, it was my left knee so I could drive, but Delta did frown on working flights on crutches so I was grounded for several months. Being on the supports was not as fun as it looked and I garnered respect and empathy for those in the same situation. My greatest challenge during rehab was passing through revolving doors, going up sidewalk curbs and not getting sore under my armpits. I appreciated the saying, “No pain, no gain.”
Will Lindsey Vonn be back on skis next year? You bet she will! I should know — I was too!
‘Lotta Happenings — The Move
Posted by 'lottasports in Football, Hill Country Happenings Articles on February 5, 2013
My article below appeared in the February issue of Hill Country Happenings.. Click here for more articles and information about happenings in the Texas Hill Country.
Big changes came in my life at the conclusion of 2012. My husband, Rick, accepted a job back at DFW Airport. Although I was happy for him, his timing stunk! Strategic moves like scheduling the TV/Internet access required careful calculations since the move was in the final two weeks of the college bowl series and the post-season draft for my Fantasy Football League.
Because Rick’s reporting to his job was immediate, I was faced with packing up things accumulated from our last move seven years ago. Prior to my hubby’s departure, I received the lecture of weeding out the “unnecessary items.” This proved to be an impossible task for this sports sentimentalist! Going through my sports memorabilia was like letting a child loose at FAO Schwarz with the grandparent’s credit card! Along with the keepsakes came the stories with them and the self-negotiation of what needed to be kept another ten years.
There was the University of Houston/Ole Miss Homecoming football program from October of 1969. The pages were pretty worn as I flipped through them. Once at the center, I perused through the player list. There it was — #18 for Ole Miss — Quarterback Archie Manning. I had an “ah-ha” moment when I realized Peyton had his daddy’s number.
The next drawer contained a white coach Delta boarding card — on the back was Tom Laundry’s autograph. I thought back to the evening I met him. He was seated in an empty boarding area quietly reading a book. There was no doubt when I spotted the fedora — I knew the person who was wearing it. I was in awe of the man who commanded the likes of Roger Staubach, Dandy Don Meredith, Bob Lilly and Randy White. How sad that Jerry Jones’ first action when buying the Cowboys, was firing the legend. That was when I stopped being a Cowboys fan.
That same year, there were two other Hall of Famers on my flights. The first was Paul Hornung coming from commentating at the Independence Bowl in Shreveport. He was wearing his Super Bowl ring. It was huge! Months later, I worked a flight out of Birmingham to Atlanta. Because of holding over Atlanta, the time seemed to be the equivalent of an international flight, but that was OK for me as one of my First Class passengers was Joe Namath also known to fans as Broadway Joe. I don’t remember how we even got on the subject of birthdays, but as he exited, he planted a kiss on my cheek and uttered, “Happy Birthday!” That was the last time I traveled without my camera!
One athlete who would probably decline kissing me was Buffalo Bills Quarterback, Jim Kelly. We met during an autograph session in the DFW area. The line to meet Kelly was wrapped around the perimeter of the sporting goods store. At that time in my life, I was a huge “Love ‘Ya Blue” Oilers fan and the Bills (minus Jim Kelly out injured) had rallied one of the biggest comebacks in playoffs history over the Oilers in the wildcard championship. When I finally reached his station, I slid my Oilers cap across the table. “Would you autograph this please?” I whispered. A look of shock accompanied with a “You have got to be kidding me” followed. Yes, he signed it along with an “I’m sorry we beat your team.” I knew better…. That Jim Kelly is “one class act!”
‘Lotta Happenings — My Johnny Story
Posted by 'lottasports in Exclusives, Football, Hill Country Happenings Articles on January 7, 2013
My article below appeared in the January issue of Hill Country Happenings.. Click here for more articles and information about happenings in the Texas Hill Country.
In my column last month, I wrote about Johnny Manziel’s name being in the mix for the Heisman and the comparison to past Heisman winner Doug Flutie. At that point, it still was unthinkable that even Johnny could sway a voting history who never gave a freshman the nod. Who would have thought? Personally I wanted it to happen but even this lover of Cinderella endings had her doubts. Ye with little faith…
It’s the Texas Hill Country and most everyone living here has a Johnny story. Mine started when my husband and I attended a tour of homes at Comanche Trace. At one of the houses we were greeted by the owner. She proceeded to proudly show her home. We came to a doorway. “This is my son’s room.” She stepped back. I immediately fell in love with the room. It was decorated to perfection only a sports fanatic like me could understand. At that moment, I visualized my own room when I was in high school. Leaning in the corner were my batons and tasseled drill team boots. On the dresser were cigar boxes containing my baseball card collection. There was a Dallas Cowboys pendant as well as an unexplainable framed photo of Ole Miss Quarterback Archie Manning on the wall. Yes, I appreciated the tour room I was in —oh by the way — the tour guide was Michelle Manziel and the son’s room was Johnny’s.
A couple of years passed. My boss came to work one day and proudly announced that his son was named the kicker at Tivy. My husband and I attended the next home game for the Antlers. My boss Mickey was high fiving and after each great kick, he’d stand and say “That’s my son!” Yes, Tyler was a fun kicker to watch as his willowy leg nailed each kick. However, there was another player who garnered my appreciation even more. It was the Tivy quarterback. He was a machine. He found his wide receivers and when he couldn’t, he kept the ball himself churning up major yardage with most of his runs. I knew then that number two was special.
Fast forward to December 2012. It’s Heisman week. Every lead story both on TV and in the papers was all about Johnny. Even Texas Longhorn fans were giving thumbs up to the Aggie. Watch parties were on tap for several eateries and bars. I knew better and stayed home to stand one foot from my TV screen and take in every moment. I also didn’t want other fans to witness the mascara running down my cheeks as Johnny was announced the winner. Yes, I’m the whole package when it comes to being a fan!
The next moments were endearing as the cameras panned the room while Johnny, visibly shaken, gathered congratulation handshakes enroute to the stage. After he reached the podium, he took a deep breath and began one of the most professional acceptance speeches I have ever witnessed. He acknowledged the members of his team, especially the offensive line. He talked about pretending to be Doug Flutie when he was a kid. In the background the Boston College star beamed proudly. I chuckled as Johnny confessed to playing football in the hallway with his Grandpa then issued an apology to his Grandma for “for all of the things we broke in the house.” He even accredited his Tivy days – how he was taught “about passion and about heart and what it truly meant to say that Tivy fight never dies.”
Way to go Johnny! ‘Lotta Sports hopes this is only the beginning!
‘Lotta Happenings — Johnny Football & Bowl Fun
Posted by 'lottasports in Football, Hill Country Happenings Articles on December 7, 2012
My article below appeared in the December issue of Hill Country Happenings.. Click here for more articles and information about happenings in the Texas Hill Country.
Wow! I cannot believe that December is already here! Where did this year go? My husband’s theory is that as one gets older, the time goes by faster. My theory is that old is just a state of mind and I’m sticking to that!
I always look forward to December, especially the sports. My favorite, football, is heading towards college championships and to playoffs in the NFL. This year is particularly exciting with Tivy High School alum Johnny Manziel making quite a sensation at Texas A &M. Fans of college football are seeing what the Hill Country saw when he played for the Antlers. What an honor that this freshman’s name is already in the Heisman mix and being compared to the “Hail Mary” legend, Doug Flutie. It truly is like watching a reincarnation of Flutie as Johnny scrambles, eludes the defenders and then throws a pass with such velocity that even quarterbacks in the NFL are probably envious! Adding icing to the cake, Manziel also stacks up the rushing statistics as he picks his way down the field after a busted play.
Behind this media sensation is cautious head coach Kevin Sumlin who sticks to his policy of denying freshman players interviews with the press. He also knows of Johnny’s history of doing youthful shenanigans. Some of the jury of critics wonder if Manziel’s misjudgments in his personal life will again surface as the hype continues to build. I say let’s give this talent a chance. Kids grow up……..usually!
December is also the time for gift giving. Last week I ran across some wrapping paper for my favorite NFL team. I think the decorative bundle has been in the attic for several seasons. Why is it I bought the “perfect paper” for preparing Christmas gifts and then forgot about it? Forgetting is just a state of the mind — like my previously mentioned getting old!
One thing I won’t forget is last year’s holiday for Rick and me. My Christmas gift to us was tickets to see my former school, the University of Houston Cougars, play Penn State at the Cotton Bowl on New Year’s Day. I was the perfect fan layered in red (I’ll spare you the details of me deciding in the parking lot that I needed to add my wool tights under my jeans), carrying my sign, pom poms, program, camera and fleece blanket.
There’s no better way to test a true fan’s mettle than enduring windy, forty degree temperatures in the shade on the visitor’s side beginning the second quarter. Lesson learned — there’s usually a good reason for the availability of fifty yard line tickets just a week before the game! There’s also a reason for having hand dryers in the stadium restrooms — they’re great for warming the hands and also the frozen bottom! (not a good visual, I admit!) Have a safe holiday season! ‘Lotta Sports will be back next year!
‘Lotta Happenings — Sports Mentors
Posted by 'lottasports in Football, Hill Country Happenings Articles on November 8, 2012
My article below appeared in the November issue of Hill Country Happenings.. Click here for more articles and information about happenings in the Texas Hill Country
November is the month of thanks especially for good role models in sports. Let’s first look at the meaning of role model. According to Encarta ® World English Dictionary [North American Edition] ©, the definition is “somebody to be copied: a worthy person who is a good example for other people.” Since sports figures are such an influence and kids look up to them, it’s especially important for those involved in sports to be positive role models for our youth. This includes not breaking the rules or expecting to be exceptions to the rules.
Although the ones involved will remain nameless, let’s look at some of negative conduct found in sports today: Arrests for DWI, carrying a concealed firearm, indecent exposure, assault, etc., slamming fists into dugout walls, using foul language, arguing with an umpire or referee’s decision, deliberate physical force injuring the opposition, bragging in press interviews about parties just short of an orgy, testing positive for drugs deemed not permissible for the sport, sex with under aged, and falsifying college transcripts. Is this behavior becoming for a role model for our youth? NO!
Let’s instead recognize someone who is a positive example — one of the Hill Country’s role models for our youth — Jeff Kowalski, Athletic Director and Head Coach of Ingram Tom Moore High School.
Jeff grew up in football playing for powerhouse Euless Trinity High School and then called the University of North Texas home. As he developed his coaching career in North Texas, he was involved in athletic programs at Liberty Christian in Argyle, Springtown, his alumni Trinity and Ana. Throughout the transitions, his wife Jamie, a Burleson native, and their two kids adapted to each school he went to. There were challenges like the time he got the job at Trinity and they couldn’t sell the house in Springtown. Commuting and many hours away from his family became a necessity. Throughout it all, he still wanted to reach his goal of being an Athletic Director and his family fully supported him. Four years ago, another opportunity surfaced, this time taking the family from their North Texas roots to the Texas Hill Country.
He inherited a football program which had lost all thirty games in the previous three years. The building process was a challenging one with a tease in 2010 with two wins. The winning column continued to elude Coach Kowalski while the next town over, Kerrville, dominated the football scene with trips to the playoffs every year. In September of this year, I visited with Jeff. Our paths may have crossed before. My husband and I lived just a few miles away from where he was playing ball in high school. He saw my “36” on my Lotta Sports T-Shirt and shared that his number was “36.” He pushed wheelchairs at DFW Airport while I was a flight attendant for Delta. His coaching job in Argyle was in the town adjacent to where Rick and I later moved.
When we talked, the Ingram Warriors were off to an incredible 4 and 0 start. The next game they were facing a team from Early who had not won a game this year. He cautioned his players that Early had played very good teams and they needed to stay focused. At game time, storms moved into the area and heavy rains drenched the playing field. Their first district win escaped them and the Warriors took their first loss of the season.
Despite the Warriors not having a perfect season this year, they are fortunate having Coach Kowalski as a mentor. He not only believes in administering a team concept, but more importantly holds his players accountable for their actions. If you break the rules, have an unexcused missed practice or fail to keep up your grades, you don’t play.
Off the field, finding a cure for cancer is a passion for Jeff as he has lost loved ones to the horrific disease and supports ones battling it. He has organized a fundraiser offering pink T-Shirts where proceeds support both breast cancer research and the school. Jeff not only serves as a positive role model for the youth of our community, his wife does also teaching kindergarten at Ingram Elementary. She too understands the importance of leading our youth in the right direction. Let’s be thankful for people who care about being positive role models for our youth like Jeff and Jamie Kowalski.





































