Complaints, I have few. I have almost none. Although, I probably ate too much today, the food being free and all.

Yes, I did take advantage of one of the several offers for a free meal from veterans. I just came back from the local Golden Corral. There was a large line as always for the chain’s traditional feed bag for Veterans Day, but these folks are pros and they run people in with military precision.

The food was good. It was plentiful. Above all it was free. So the fact that I might have chomped into a chicken foot … I am not sure it was a chicken foot. It was part of some Mongolian chicken. I didn’t say anything. And I am not taking the offending piece of whatever to an attorney. I didn’t break anything. Plus, I didn’t even know the family they sat me with even though they were nice. Thus, I was able to very ably sneak the fowl food from my mouth to the plate. But heavens to Besty, Come in Betsy, that’s a big 10-4 on that 10-10 aqui!!! I had catfish, hushpuppies, shrimp, a small chunk o’ watermelon. And not to mention, though I will, a small bowl of banana pudding.

One of my brothers was in town today for a short visit. His main purpose in driving three hours was to qualify at the gun range. He retired after 36 years as a police officer. Now he must periodically shoot to keep his special retired peace officers gun permit. He passed even though it was the first time that he had tried qualifying using his fairly new Glock semi-auto 9-mm. He packed a Smith & Wesson Model 19, which is a .357 magnum revolver, for most of his years as a cop. Old school. I would have liked to try out his new Glock, but I don’t know whether the range master would let me and I didn’t ask. I am just curious how my shooting would go some several years after developing a type of palsy. Of course, if you stand at the 1-foot line a mover and shaker like me should have the ability to hit within the target area. Or get a shotgun.

But just as good, shoot, better than shooting, my brother bought lunch at Mazzio’s. I had a salad and a small pizza as he did. It was good food, free, good to see my bro too.

So on this day we honor our veterans I ate. My brother is also a Navy veteran who served in Vietnam. My brother and I had originally intended to visit another brother, who is also a Navy veteran. But he was supposedly working somewhere in Louisiana. That means he sits there and watches his crew paint and tell them what to do. It keeps him occupied.

On this day, what I am calling Fat Monday, I am full. Happy Veterans Days to all those veterans out there I missed.

Boys will be bullies. And, what does Gary Kubiak have in common with Larry Dierker?

Over the past several years I have become somewhat of a listener to “sports-talk” radio. For those unfamiliar with term it literally “is what it is.”

The sports-talk listener fits a certain demographic insofar as it is used for audience and sales revenue purposes. Yet the listener, the typical one at least, is not a guy like me. Who is me am I? Unfortunately, we don’t have the time to discuss that.

Many people who tune to sports radio are hard-core sports fan. They are fans of men’s sports and mainly team sports. One will hardly hear a story or talk about women’s sports unless there happens to be a sex angle involved. Apparently, some listeners also like to gamble on sports. A lot of discussion is often heard about the “line” and the “over and under.”

So you probably know where I am headed with respect to the huge story about Miami Dolphins guard Richie Incognito. The veteran and Pro Bowler is in the center of a controversy with another player, Jonathan Martin. Incognito has been accused of leaving phone messages using racial slurs and threatening Martin.

Martin left the Dolphins, saying he had enough of the hazing-gone-wild in the Miami locker room. Incognito has been suspended. Many hard core sports fans and some players say boys will be boys.

Some forms of hazing is prevalent in NFL locker rooms and only rises to a mild form such as rookies carrying shoulder pads or getting drinks for the veterans. As one who has worked in several all-male environments — naval ships before women were allowed and likewise for firefighting — the presence of some meager forms of hazing wasn’t a real surprise. I only experienced such behavior during my ship’s crossing the equator ceremony. Some sailors fresh from boot camp, at least during my time, may have found themselves scurrying off to find some ridiculous item ordered by a more senior enlisted. For instance, hunting for “relative bearing grease” or waiting for the “mail buoy.” I was never exposed to such, nor knew much of it happening on my ship. I would only venture to guess why was perhaps that I came onboard as petty officer with almost three years of service. Likewise, I heard of some tepid hazing shenanigans occurring “back in the day”  as a firefighter but never experienced the like.

I was bullied by several fellow students during some of my school years. One little bastard used to act if he was going to hit me with his small car while I was walking home. I also received verbal abuse from several people. The only actual violence was when a kid in junior high punched me in the nose for no reason. I can’t remember any particular reason why I was targeted, perhaps because in my late elementary through junior high days I was a fat kid. I later slimmed down and grew out my hair. Of course, I was targeted for my long hair. No one actually did anything although one girl I went out with said her dad would shoot any long-haired boy who brought her daughter home.

Now I can’t claim to know what all is happening with the Richie Incognito story. You have those who reward bullying, as long as he is a fierce competitor. Incognito is, by all accounts, a tough competitor. He is also known as one of the NFL’s dirtiest players. So we will see what happens with that story.

In good sports news, it was heartening to hear Houston Texans coach Gary Kubiak went home from the Methodist Hospital (home of my first spinal surgery) after nearly collapsing on the field during halftime of Houston’s narrow loss to Baltimore. Doctors said Kubiak had a temporary ischemic attack, or TIA.

TIA, also called a mini-stroke, usually lasts a few minutes. It involves a blood clot but it normally dissolves in the body soon after it cuts off blood flow. A TIA usually does not cause brain damage. However, a TIA can be a warning sign of an impending stroke. There is no word on who will take the reins of the troubled Texans.

Kubiak was not the lone leader for a Houston professional sports team to be carted off to the hospital due to an interruption of blood flow to the brain. Houston Astros manager Larry Dierker was rushed to the hospital during the eighth inning of a game they were winning 4-1 over the San Diego Padres. Dierker, a beloved Astros pitcher and later broadcaster, suffered what doctors said was an “arteriovenous malformation.” He suffered a two-part seizure known as “Grand Mal” because a group of blood vessels to his brain tangled. Dierker recovered following surgery to remove the small clump of malformed vessels. The game was suspended until the next time the Astros played the Padres. Too bad that didn’t happen for the Texans. Of course, they might have also blown that chance as well.

The Texans go to Hell in a handbasket: Blame it on Lucy Van Pelt

Damned you, Lucy!

A woman's work is never done. Especially an evil woman. Reproduction through Fair Use/Courtesy of Wikipedia-Creative Commons
A woman’s work is never done. Especially an evil woman. Reproduction through Fair Use/Courtesy of Wikipedia-Creative Commons

Perhaps the Houston Texans might find more truth in advertising if they renamed themselves the Charlie Browns. It seems fitting for the team, especially this year. They started out so exciting last night in the first half against Indianapolis. Yes, the first half, with rookie former University of Houston quarterback Case Keenum throwing three end zone bombs to Andre Johnson. It looked oh so promising despite the battered Oilers Texans.

Star running back Arian Foster, already nursing a sore Achilles, played what seemed to be one possession before going out for the rest of the evening with a back injury. The other half of Houston’s backfield duo, Ben Tate, was fitted with some kind of flak jacket after getting pain shots for some broken ribs. Tate still played, hurt, to say the least.

The Texans also had injuries to their defense, including linebacking monster Brian Cushing sporting a season-ending LCL tear and broken fibula. Sure, they had J.J. Watt stepping up to play grizzly bear on the Colts offense. But when that old whistle blew, that mean little ol’ Lucy came out of nowhere ready to pull the football away from the Charlie Browns of the NFL. That certainly was an apt metaphor for Texans kicker Randy Bullock who missed three, count ’em, three freaking field goals with his final try kicking the Texans’ chance for overtime into far-off oblivion.

But, I’m getting ahead of myself. That is because, as many of you football folks already knew, Lucy, — likewise figuratively — kneecapped Texans Head Coach Gary Kubiak before he even had a chance to enter the locker room at half-time. “The Kube” was carted away to one of the many local hospitals for what was termed “stroke-like symptoms” even though team officials said Kubiak did not suffer a stroke or heart attack. Then what did he have? Well, in our little figurative world, Lucy Van Pelt.

Blame it on Lucy. Might as well. You can’t blame defensive coordinator Wade Phillips, who took over as interim team leader.

As one of my late firefighter friends, Bobby Dale, used to say: “Man, now that’s as f***ed up as a football bat!”

More men, women and children packing heat isn’t the answer

Another day, another fatal shooting in a very public place. This time a gunman who supposedly carried a note expressing his displeasure with the TSA and “pigs.” The shooter, identified as 23-year-old New Jersey native Paul Ciancia, was shot by officers and is reportedly in critical condition. Ciancia allegedly pulled out an AR-15 rifle and shot several people. At least one person, a Transportation Security Administration, was killed.

No doubt this latest shooting will set off all sorts of solutions for a deadly series of actions that seems almost pandemic-li

You always hear the loudest and most extreme from either side of an issue. So it goes in our troubled society. On one side you will hear from those who say all guns should be banned. On the opposite side you have those who believe more of the public needs arming. This same “more guns” rationalization surfaced after the Newtown-Sandy Hook school shootings after which 28 lay dead.

The joke that passed for NRA soul-searching after the Newtown massacre led certain schools, including some near where I live in Southeast Texas, to arm mostly volunteer teachers. When I heard this ridiculousness, I thought that perhaps the school children should start arming themselves in an attempt to even things up.

Whether guns should exist or not, the fact is that they are here and most likely here they will stay. That doesn’t mean every man, woman and child needs one and has to use it.

The Barbecue State. It’s not just Central Texas.

Okay. I don’t have much time. That’s because I am hungry and I have a wonderful chicken plate from Broussards Link and Ribs in the fridge. It’s ready for me to eat and my stomach says: “Ya better do it quick, Mr. Smarty Pants EFD.”

Well! I never thought I was a smarty pants. As a matter of fact, I only wear pants when I work for the gub’ment. Well, that doesn’t mean I run around without anything covering my lower torso like Porky Pig. I wish I could. Seriously. But I can’t.

Texas barbecue has been handed this stereotype. It is all beef. And it is not very good unless it comes from within a 100-mile radius of Austin. Hooey.

I did my time in Central Texas. There are some particularly great BBQ joints. Waco had several that were good both in atmosphere and meat: Uncle Dan’s, Michna’s, Mamma & Pappa B’s, Jasper’s. In Llano, Cooper’s has wonderful eats from beef to cabrito. And yes there are the shrines to barbecue in places such as Taylor and yes, Austin. But Texas is a big state. It’s got different styles of barbecue all over. Best ribs ever for my money can be found at the Country Tavern, between Tyler and Kilgore.

We have our own style of barbecue in Southeast Texas. It’s hard to describe. Just shut up and eat! Broussards in their little green shack off 11th and Washington in Beaumont is a great place for all sorts of barbecue meat. Just go at a time when there aren’t lines waiting. They also have a place off Fondren and Sam Houston Tollway in Houston. Just down Washington from Broussards is another barbecue institution. Patillo’s has long been a favorite of mine. They had a place on 11th and McFaddin that I probably visited more often than my weight required when I lived near there in Old Town. But they paved paradise at put up something there, a Jack in the Box, or whatever. And then there was one. Greatest links imaginable at Patillo’s.

I could go on. There is good ‘que everywhere in Texas. You just have to know where to look.