True confessions: It's Friday night lights

If you have ever watched NBC’s rightfully, hit TV show, “Friday Night Lights,” saw the Peter Berg movie of the same name or read the exceptional Buzz Bissinger book that inspired both shows then you might know why people around my area are excited right now.

This is “Week 0” in Texas. That is all you need to know although it means that it is the first week high school football teams can officially play over an 11-week season. If they played last night or tonight or Saturday they will have to take one week off during that time. Or at least that’s how I understand it. If I am wrong sorry.

One high school game tonight interests me greatly. Had circumstances not been beyond my control I would probably be one my way to watch the game.

It is the classic class 2A battle of the Newton Eagles and the Corrigan-Camden Bulldogs. The game will be played tonight in Corrigan, which is about 90 miles north of Houston.

Now my interest is two-fold but more accurately two-fold times two-fold by something or other square. Please forgive my math. I went to Newton High School. Actually, my poor math is owed more to my disinterest and disdain for arithmetic than the ability of that school’s teachers to teach it.

As an aside, Coach Curtis Barbay, 67, now in his 35th year as Newton head coach — who is the No. 8 winningest HS coach in Texas with a 302-93-6 record and who led his Eagles to three state championships — was my World History teacher during my sophomore year. Coach was less than inspiring as a history teacher and as I mentioned before, he once used his ham-handed fist to power a paddle that beat my ass for talking in class. When the Eagles won their last state championship in 2005, I finally forgave Barbay for that. Nonetheless, he was at least more than 35 years ago a mediocre history teacher — back then and my opinion only — but I eventually came to love the subject and generally excel at it. Although, I will admit I was probably a pretty mediocre if not exceptionally lazy student. I was, afterall, voted Laziest in my school.

With all of the former high school animosity out of the way, I have long been a fan of high school football and as well one of my old high school team. The fact that Barbay was able to win 300-some-odd games over 35 years as well as having few seasons without his team in the playoffs speaks to an exceptional coaching ability. But beyond that, it shows someone who can find raw talent and turn little into lots.

As for the Corrigan end of the equation, I lived there for a couple of years. It was where I had my first newspaper job as editor of the town’s little weekly. Now I must state here that even though I don’t plaster my name all over my blog, I have never made it difficult for those whom I do not know to find out just who the hell I am. So, I still am not going put my full name here there and everywhere just to add a little, imagined at least, mystique.

It was interesting editing the weekly and basically doing everything by myself with the exception of the three different secretaries who worked for me during those two years and my wonderful sales rep and friend who helped me leave that paper a lot better than it was.

The town itself gave me an education and insight into small-town America that my own childhood in an equally small town nor a truckload of Sinclair Lewis novels could have hardly afforded.

My feelings upon being the small-town editor that I often related to my friends was of it seeming as if “I was the full-time mayor though not elected.” When I visited the local grocery store, I was on, I was editor. I remember one old man, a fairly well-educated ne’er do well, sitting outside that store who threatened to whip my ass because I laughed about his indignancy over an error in the paper over which he could not cause me to cower.

And football! Man, was that town crazy over football! They also had a very heavy history of football insanity although I thought my hometown had a better record and didn’t seem quite as deranged about it. The school board meetings I covered at their school didn’t draw headlines over test scores, no it was about something related to football. That is with the exception of a national story on a slow news day when they decided to have a closed basketball game with a neighboring school due to threat of violence after a shooting in that nearby town.

I’ve looked at a couple of pre-season polls this afternoon. TexasHSFootball.com lists Newton as No. 10 in Texas 2A and Corrigan-Camden at No. 32. “Dave Campbell’s Texas Football” only has 25 slots in their preason poll and lists Newton at No. 10. Of course, “Texas Football” is the premiere football publication in the state, not just according to me and not just because I think Dave Campbell is a very knowledgeable fellow and quite the gentleman. Whatever the polls, it’s a long couple of months. During the last few years, schools down here in the southeastern corner of Texas have had their ups and downs due to unexpected guests named Rita, Humberto and Ike. Hopefully, that kind of action will stay away this year.

Let men, women and children see hopefully the best of their schools and their towns, big and small. It’s time for Friday night lights. And it’s time for some football!

A short so long for Ted Kennedy

Since most of my friends and relatives think that my liberal tendencies run just a little to the left of Uncle Joe Stalin, I thought I would surprise them with a very short post noting the death of the “Liberal Lion” Sen. Edward Kennedy.

Ted Kennedy was the second Kennedy brother of John F. who never made it to the coveted presidency. That worked out okay for people on both sides of the political spectrum. The right didn’t get the liberal Kennedy brother as president. The left and center got a pretty damn good legislator and one hell of an orator of the likes one never sees anymore in Congress. Byrd was an old-time orator but he has just become too old to do the job. I’m sorry to say.

Ted Kennedy had his faults like all human beings. He wasn’t a good driver to say the least. But he was a tough old bird who did a lot of good for a lot of people.

If you didn’t like him or can’t find something for which to admire him, I’m sorry. I can find good in even the sorriest individuals on Earth with maybe the exception of Ann Coulter, Rush Limbaugh, Michelle Malkin, Bill O’Reilly, Sean Hannity … Oh, Limbaugh does a good impression of a pig running around with a stick in his mouth when he inserts a cigar. My uncle used to say when he would see someone smoking a cigar: “I guess it’s going to rain. I see a pig running around with a stick in his mouth.” You had to be there.

So there is my short eulogy for Sen. Edward M. Kennedy, D-Mass., the late. Rest in peace.

VA to open care to about 250,000 new vets

If you are a military veteran who has thought about signing up for veterans health care but couldn’t, and if you don’t mind socialized medicine, then you just might be eligible now for VA care.

The Department of Veterans Affairs suspended opening up health care to so-called “rich” veterans in 2003 because of budget constraints. These are the vets who do not have disabling illnesses or injuries that are related to military service but whose income is above a set threshold. The income levels are geographically-based and an enrollment calculator for benefits can be found here. Don’t let the word “rich” fool you. It’s certainly not a $100,000-$200,000 level.

Dr. Blase Carabello, acting director of the Michael E. DeBakey VA Medical Center in Houston, said the rule allowing the addition of about 250,000 additional veterans for health care should take effect June 30 “if the regulatory process proceeds smoothly.” That is always a big “if” when dealing with the VA or most any other federal branch.

Congress opened the VA health system in 1996 to veterans other than those with service-related disabilities or the indigent. Poor funding and an explosion of veterans seeking health care closed the system to new enrollees under the Bush administration in 2003. Those, such as yours truly, who were already enrolled were grandfathered.

It is true I bitch about the VA health care system sometimes. It is certainly not a perfect system and it isn’t the best model for a socialized health care. But to be fair, it does pretty well  in most places with the funding it receives. Each VA regional system is a little different from the other, although they have indicated that they want to fix that. If you are dead-set on one type of medication, you aren’t always going to get it in one VA system but might in another. Some systems, hospitals and outpatient clinics are exceptional. Some are dreadful.

But when the VA is all that you’ve got then, well, it’s all you got. Like just about any service of any kind in the United States, if things aren’t working well for you then you need to raise 10 kinds of hell and you might just get your feelings across. The same goes for dealing with the VA.

The short and short of it: Mrs. O's legs.

What a week. We saw another round of shouting over health care reform. The Scots let the only Lockerbie bombing prisoner go home because of cancer and the terrorist got a hero’s welcome in Libya. Locally, we had a freak tornado that hit Kohl’s, Wal-Mart and the Parkdale Mall. And of course, we had the First Lady’s legs.

Yes. As a “Time” magazine article proclaimed: “Michelle Obama and the Shorts Heard Round the World.” Yes. The golden rule of journalism is “Let no news hole go unfilled.” And fill it they did when the First Lady deplaned Air Force One in Arizona sporting a pair of shorts. Would the world have been anymore shocked had she walked down the steps of the presidential jet wearing a wet T-shirt and hot pants? Okay. We will just let that image hang for a minute.

The controversy was one mostly invented a bored White House media who had nothing better to do while following the First Family. I mean, I didn’t hear many REAL people who were up in arms about Michelle Obama’s legs.

“While nobody would make Mrs. O wear couture in Arizona in August, the truth is, she just didn’t look particularly good in shorts. Her arms are much admired. Her legs are just, you know, legs,” opined “Time’s” Belinda Luscombe in her piece about the shorts flap.

The criticisms of Michelle Obama incensed editors of the “Jamaica Observer” who saw racism as a possible motive why the media and Obama critics made her shorts such a big deal.

“That the US first lady created such a stir though is, in itself, quite remarkable and instructive.

For on reading through the streams of commentary, we couldn’t help detecting a rather nasty streak of something that bears a close resemblance to racism.”

Wow. Criticism and criticism about the criticism. All over a pair of shorts.

Although I  support the Obamas I must say that I rather admire the First Lady for being comfortable in her own skin. With that said, I am also a very big supporter of shorts, probably more than the average American.

I wear shorts — a lot. The mean annual temperature where I live is 72 degrees. Mean doesn’t mean it is 72 year-round. But it is comfortable enough down here on the upper Texas coast that I can and do wear shorts every month of the year. Shorts are my official pants even though blue jeans were once reserved for that title. If I am not working or at least if I am not working outside my abode, and if the weather isn’t too cold, you will likely find me in a pair of shorts.

My legs aren’t as shapley as Mrs. Obama’s, I must admit, even though the “Time” correspondent doesn’t seem taken with the First Lady legs. But I don’t care. I wear shorts for comfort not for style. And like Mrs. Obama — to paraphrase ZZ Top — I’ve … “got legs. I know how to use them.”

Quite simply, I walk on them — mostly wearing shorts.

Talk about Favre will likely be football

It seems I write about Brett Favre at least once a year. That is mostly because of his waffling on whether he wants to retire and stay retired or play for some other NFL team.

Brett Favre with the NY Jets -- between the Packers and the Vikings.
Brett Favre with the NY Jets -- between the Packers and the Vikings.

My opinion, and we all know opinions are like a**holes, is that a really great sports star like Favre or a Michael Jordan or Emmett Smith should stay retired once they go out on top. This cuts the risk of their last years of a truly stellar career ending up a stinker. Likewise, I think the waffling appears a little too cute, like it is being manufactured by an agent and for greed. Also, as is in the case of football stars, they stand to get hurt really bad in any game so why push their luck at 39 or 40 years old?

With that said, I still like Favre. He’s a hell of a quarterback. He’s a Mississippi boy. And he was a Golden Eagle from the University of Southern Mississippi in Hattiesburg, one of my favorite colleges I didn’t attend. I did have a great connection with the school though.

While stationed at Gulfport in the Navy I hung out some with my Mississippi cousin Teri who was going to college at Hattiesburg. Being a college town, Hattiesburg had some killer concerts during the mid-1970s. It was there I saw Bob Dylan’s Rolling Thunder Review with Joan Baez, the Byrds’ Roger McGuinn, future mystery novelist and Texas gubernatorial candidate Kinky Friedman with his band, the Texas Jewboys, as well as others on the tour. I think Teri got me a dorm room to stay in when I saw the original Lynyrd Skynyrd, before the plane crash that killed Ronnie Van Zant and the others. Later, I also watched Jimmy Buffett play at the school he attended where he would sing at the university commons and horrify public school teachers from the rural areas there for continuing ed classes by singing songs like “Why Don’t We Get Drunk and Screw?”

I digress, but I thank cousin Teri — the last I heard she was a nurse in Alaska — for turning me on to Southern Miss and the fact that Favre attended there makes him somewhat okay in my books.

Favre also had quite a back story before the pros. From his bio in Wikipedia — although you’ve got to take it any bio there with a bit of caution — it said Southern Miss was the only school to offer him a scholarship. He was signed as a defensive back but wanted to play quarterback and was something like seventh-string at first. He had quite a bit of his gut removed after a car wreck that almost killed him. But he ended up with a spectacular history at USM and graduated with an education degree before the NFL draft and a Hall of Fame career with the Green Bay Packers.

As for the waffling on retirement, that can be looked at differently as well. To paraphrase ESPN Radio’s Colin Cowherd — or so I believe it was him — the other day, Favre lives in a big house in the middle of nowhere. And after having seen the city lights, he gets bored. If he can still play, then why not?

Favre faces some possible concerns including a rotator cuff issue but, waffling aside and the rumors he wants revenge on Green Bay , at least with Favre all the talk will be about football. This unlike the new Philadelphia Eagles quarterback Mike Vick and his past prison stint for promoting dog fighting, or the Cowboys’ QB Tony Romo and whether he will get back with Jessica Simpson, or the latest melodrama involving Terrell Owens and his new team in Buffalo. With TO, there will definitely be some melodrama over something.

Perhaps Brett Favre’s return to football with the Minnesota Vikings will generate a buzz more centered around football than something way out in the periphery. That is, unless Favre gets abducted by aliens who give him a never-seen-before play that wins the Super Bowl for the Vikings. Then, we have a whole new ball game.