Morning comes the sunrise and I’m driven to my bed
I see that it is empty and there’s devils in my head
I embrace the many-colored beast
I grow weary of the torment, can there be no peace?
And I find myself just wishing that my life would simply cease

I saw a squirrel running across the street today, with a full slice of pepperoni pizza in his mouth.  He had the crust end in his teeth, and the pointed end out ahead of him. Hauling ass.

That has to be an omen of some kind, a portent of something. Only, I have no idea what; and I have even less of an idea of how to look it up and find out. Read the rest of this entry »

Written by JimR

The town of Brenham, Texas has high expectations for its high school baseball program.  I was blissfully unaware of these expectations as I drove to Brenham from my home in Austin in August of 1968.  I was Jimmy Raup then, and I was traveling to Brenham to interview for the Brenham High School baseball head coaching position.  I had no idea of what that job involved.  All I knew was that Cliff Gustafson, baseball coach for the University of Texas, called me to tell me the job was open, he recommended me for it, Brenham is a great baseball town, and he would take the job if offered.  With that advice and his directions on how to get to Brenham, I headed east on Highway 290.

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Oh – oh, Alyson … I know this team is killing you

Our love was like the water
That splashes on a stone
Our love is like our music
Its here, and then its gone

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As we all know, the freak show out in Florida that was the Casey-Caylee Anthony murder trial ended ignominiously a week or so ago, with the jury delivering a ‘not guilty’ verdict that drove “concerned” citizens and a few journalists alike to the brink of total insanity.

I will be honest – I never cared much if Casey Anthony was guilty or not, and I still don’t. Read the rest of this entry »

June 3, 2011

WATCHING JL

I watched Jordan Lyles’ debut against the Puppies of North Chicago the other night, and I think what impressed me more than anything about him was his composure on the mound, and the easy, seemingly effortless motion of his delivery. Read the rest of this entry »

by Joey Trum

If any of you have been lucky enough to attend a sporting event in Oakland, be it a Raiders game, an A’s game, a Warriors game, or a gang fight, you know that it’s not exactly the family friendly, all-American, Budweiser and dot races display you’ve come to expect from sporting events in the USA. Between the drabness of the Coliseum and a suburban fan base more suited to being Giants fans, you understand that your experience at an Oakland sporting event will likely be defined by its rough and tumble quality (hitting the bong, passing the Jim Beam, and getting into fights in the parking lot before the game) and its lack of attendance.

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