The time it snowed knee-deep to a Galveston stevedore

Anyone who has read Sebastian Junger’s book “The Perfect Storm,” or have more likely seen the film starring George Clooney adapted from the book, probably understand the title’s meaning. The story tells of the events leading up to the “Great Halloween Nor’easter of 1991” with its title born after a conversation by Junger and Boston National Weather Service meteorologist Bob Case after the weatherman has spoken of just the right conditions converging in order to form “the perfect storm.”

This afternoon I was looking at some snowfall records for my area — on the upper Texas Gulf Coast — and wondered about just what perfect storm had formed that gave this area its greatest snowfall ever and one it hasn’t seen since.

NWS records show that the most snow ever recorded for Beaumont was the 30 inches that fell on Feb. 14-15, 1895. The second greatest was one in 1960 during which 4.4 inches fell. I don’t remember that one because it happened when I was only 4 years old and living about 60 miles to the northeast of where I now live. The third greatest snowfall, though, I do remember. It was in 1973 and was still growing up in my hometown. Beaumont received 3 inches during that January snowfall and since we got so few snows we really didn’t know how to properly measure it. But from what I can remember of it, I’d say it probably was around that depth. I do remember it was my first time to drive in snow. Luckily, the streets were empty that evening.

Now I’m sure you who live where a lot of snow falls during the winter would scoff at even the 30 inch snow. Nonetheless, that is a boatload for this area and it was part of a storm that affected the Gulf Coast all the way to Tampico, Mexico, to Pensacola, Fla. Beaumont and Orange must have been “ground zero” during that 1895 snow because this area seemed to have recorded the most snow with a dusting in northern Mexico on one end to several inches in Florida on the other.

The fact that there has never been a snowfall to equal it has to be somewhat significant in meteorological terms, or so I’d think.

As some seem to believe the liberals push the idea that every aberrant weather event is caused by global warming there nevertheless had to be some extraneous factors going on for a large snowstorm this far South back near the end of the century-before-last. A column I found about that winter storm written about Galveston plus an Internet comment made by a reader advances the idea that the 1895 storm might have indeed been the perfect storm for this area.

A gentleman writing in response to this most interesting column by Galveston weather expert Stan Blazyk on the Galveston County Daily News website surmised that material blasted out of the violent Indonesian volcano Krakatoa might have played a part in this great snowstorm. I have heard of and read about such effects from volcanoes and have seen as much myself from the Philippine’s Mt. Pinatubo’s in 1991.  In fact, the volcano released more aerosols and sulfur dioxide than any other eruption since Krakatoa in 1883.  Pinatubo lowered the global temperature by almost 1 full degree Fahrenheit.

Blazyk said Krakatoa most likely did have an impact on temperatures although an emergence had begun to take place from a cooling trend that had lasted until the middle part of the 19th century. I am naturally skeptical so the fact that the effects from both the cooling trend and Krakatoa happening years apart from massive Southern snow make me wonder if such is possible. Yet, I have to say, probably so, because I am sure anyone knows more than I do about the scientific aspects of the atmosphere.

I would hate to get on the roads with others who are even more cold-weather driving-challenged that myself though I must admit I wouldn’t mind seeing 2 1/2 feet of snow falling on this part of Southeast Texas. That is, I wouldn’t mind it if it required no labor or extreme exercise to get through it on my part. In other words, I wouldn’t mind watching it but little else.

 

 

Smart like Newt. A new Earth. Footsball galore

It’s Monday, if you needed a reminder. Rather than having to use my brain cells one iota more than needed — like that was going to happen — I thought I would pass along a little interesting reading.

The Man Who Knew Too Much

A lot of stories are coming out about front-runner de jour of the GOP presidential pack, former House Speaker Newt “Newt” Gingrich. Many such articles deal with subjects such as his ego and pomposity. Those are not exactly high crimes and misdemeanors but for a party with a solid know-nothing wing it is uncertain how the Newt might fare against, say, a Mormon. As an article I read yesterday, sorry, I don’t remember where I saw it, pointed out, G.W. Bush had a bachelor’s degree from Yale and an M.B.A. from Harvard. Had that not been such public knowledge one would have never known it because he didn’t just play dumb, he played dumb to perfection.

Newt’s business dealings may be the one really difficult spot as a presidential candidate. Here is a Forbes article that examines “Newt as Sleazeball.” I think that in the end most Americans do not care for crooked politicians and many care even less for pompous legends in their own mind who think they are the slickest thing since Butch hair wax. Wow, do you know they still sell that stuff? This Christian Science Monitor piece looks at whether Newt would be the most formidable opponent for President Obama. Many Democrats would d0 the Happy Dance if Newt were nominated, then again, the Republicans will elect just about anything, and have done so.

Finally, Newt paid a visit to New York today to kiss the ring of The Donald. What’s that all about? A new reality show in the making? The Newt Towers. He’p us. He’p us, please!

Kepler 22b: A nice place to be from

Scientists are all excited about the discovery of Kepler 22b, the Earth-like planet with a surface temperature of 72 degrees. Sounds good to me if it rains there.

Some foots-ball talk

It seems as if every year the list of college football bowl games get longer and longer. Bowls are not just the destination for collegiate teams which win their conference but now second and sometimes third and maybe fourth place teams get a piece of the action. Plus adding the name of the corporate sponsor just about makes me throw up in my mouth a little. The Viagra Erection Bowl, the Little Friskies Killer Cat Bowl, the Cruex There’s A Fungus Among Us Bowl, the Amish Quilt Bowl … the list goes on and on.

Finally, the Houston Texans are now 9-3 after beating the Atlanta Falcons using their third-string quarterback T.J. Yates. The win came at the cost of three key players injured with one gone for the season.

It doesn’t matter what Texans haters or Texans self-haters say. It is quite an accomplishment to come so far under so much adversity, including the loss of starting QB Matt Schaub and backup Matt Leinart last week. Star receiver Andre Johnson, unfortunately, went out in the Texans 17-10 win with recurring problems to his Achilles tendon. Johnson may be back in a couple of weeks but punter Bret Hartmann is lost for the season after suffering a tear to his left anterior cruciate ligament. Inside linebacker Brian Cushing also left the game with a hurt knee but is expected to return next week against Cincinnati. The team has signed a couple of backups, the Cajun Man himself, Jake Delhomme was signed as second-string QB. Delhomme played college ball at Louisiana-Lafayette. He played for New Orleans as well as Super Bowl runner ups Carolina Panthers. Former Texans punter Matt Turk has been signed to substitute for the injured Hartmann.

 

So long to Texas-TAMU rivalry, hello to money-grubbing sports, sports, sports

The rivalry is dead. Long live the rivalry.

I wonder if anyone will remember the name Justin Tucker? Last night Tucker became a hero after literally booting a last-second kick for 40 yards through the east Central Texas air of Kyle Field, thus ending one of the most storied college football rivalries of all times. In the end it was Texas Longhorns 27 Texas A & M Aggies 25.

It would be no exaggeration for me to say that I practically knew the words to “The Aggie War Hymn” by they time I was five thanks to a record of Aggie songs my oldest brother brought home once, during the several semesters he attended A & M. A Christmas picture snapped with my four brothers at my Grandmother’s house one Christmas shows me hamming it up with a toy guitar while proudly wearing an Aggie Corps of Cadets garrison cap.

I have several close relatives who are Aggies — given that you believe once an Aggie always an Aggie — and a number of friends who attended “The” University of Texas at Austin. Actually, if you say “The University of Texas” that pretty much is understood to be the campus which is bounded to the west by “The Drag” or Guadalupe (pronounced “Guad-a-loop”) Street in Austin. I thought about attending UT both as an undergraduate and as a graduate student. My undergrad degree is from Stephen F. Austin. I’ve not attended graduate school. Obviously, I have nothing against TAMU. I just never thought of it as a collegiate choice due to the criteria I used to select a school. As is the case with some folks who might get a degree from a good school, some people I know who have gone to either school seems to think their educations are much more special than they believe.

Wither thou goest Bevo? Photo by Taylor Ramsey courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

But the end of a regular football game between Texas and Texas A & M has nothing to do with academics. Well, at least not with athletics per se. The end of this long famous rivalry — the two teams may not play each other for at least seven or more years — has to do with money. The O’Jays, those grand philosophers of funk, sang it best:

For the love of money
People will steal from their mother

The football rivalry festered during the many years the two schools played each other in what I feel was the Daddy of all collegiate conferences, the Southwest Conference. Those teams plus others such as TCU, Baylor, Rice, Texas Tech, Houston, SMU and Arkansas, were mostly a Texas affair from the SWC’s beginnings in 1914. Schools from Oklahoma also played from time-to-time in the league’s history. The conference was truly an all-Texas from 1991, when Arkansas left, until the SWC disbanded in 1996. The break came as some of the schools heard those coins a jingle-jangle-jingling.

For the love of money
People don’t care who they hurt or beat

UT as the king of the schools comprising the Texas component of the Big 12 seemed to have all the prestige — a National Championship in 2006 and runner-up in 2009 — and big money that it could want. Money, though, seemed to overtake prestige. The University signed a $300 million deal with ESPN for its own sports network. The move, of course, rankled some schools and caused others to go “Wild West” on everyone and to do anything at all for money.

For the love of money
A woman will sell her precious body

Talk began of one Big 12 school going here another going there. Then, other schools, in other conferences, started making deals for new super-duper league alignments in which geography was thrown out the window.

In the meantime, Texas A & M had its eye on the prize. It lusted for what many to consider to be the Mother of all athletic conferences, the Southeast Conference. It seemed at one time as if the Big 12 would implode. That would surely be big trouble for schools already on the bubble such as Baylor. Baylor,  which has one of the Lone Star State’s best law schools, sued.

All of the drama — to this point at least — played out to the ending blow last evening as Texas A & M said goodbye to its long-time rival, like the steady and sure teen headed out to make his way in the world. Unfortunately, the bon voyage ended badly for A & M. Now, the nationally-ranked albeit no potential national champion Aggies, will face some really tough SEC opponents in years to come and perhaps even experience extended periods of future cellar-dwelling what with foes such as LSU, Alabama, Auburn, et. al.

And of the rivalries, well, providing a school needs rivalries — perhaps not but whatever extra revenue, recruiting benefits and camaraderie such serial competitions bring, why not? — Texas still has a huge one with Oklahoma in the “Red River Shootout.” The Aggies may end up renewing an old Southwest Conference rival with Arkansas within the SEC. The teams are not strangers having played 68 games. The two teams first played in 1903 and met in October when the now No. 3 Razorbacks beat A & M 42-38. Another possible in-conference rival is present No. 1, the LSU Tigers. The Aggies have played the Louisiana team 50 times, the most games with any non-conference school although the two schools were twice in a pre-SWC league for a couple of years.

The loss of rivalry is a loss of tradition. Yet It isn’t just college tradition that is being destroyed by ” … that lean, mean, mean green/Almighty dollar, money … “ as the poignant 1973 O’Jays hit penned by Gamble, Huff and Jackson says.

High schools are being infected by big money. Look around Texas and one can find multi-million dollar football stadiums with deluxe computerized scoreboards and huge Jumbotron-like screens, usually bearing the name of some corporate sponsor.

Sure the money helps students. There is the old joke about one never having seen a stadium filled for a chemistry lecture. But the money doesn’t strictly benefit the kids in either college or high school. Look at UT’s Mack Brown, paid $5.166 million, making him the highest-paid Texas state employee. Then there is the money made in deals among school alumni. Let’s not even go to professional sports. It’s about enough to make one’s head explode.

So as we say adios to a great old rivalry, perhaps we shouldn’t go out with verses of the “Aggie War Hymn” or “Texas Fight.” Perhaps we should just keep in the groove with the O’Jays, “All for the love of money … ” Tradition, flattened by bundles of cash.

 

Uncertainty knocks me silly like a left hook from Smokin’ Joe Frazier

This afternoon I started off writing about the death of Smokin’ Joe Frazier — so long Smokin’ Joe. I also mentioned how things aren’t very happy in Happy Valley with the Penn State football program embroiled in scandal and it looking as if 84-year-old head coach Joe Paterno may soon find himself doing something else for the first time in almost a half-century. The latter stems from the indictment of former assistant Penn State coach Jerry Sandusky for his alleged serial abuse of young boys.

I didn’t work today so I listened to some of the sports shows on radio a little more than often. Check out the links I have provided and you will key in on what I have thought about today. Maybe you can make more sense out of things, more explicitly the Penn State controversy, than I can.

This afternoon I also heard one of the guys on The Blitz, a sports talk show out of Houston, complain about the excessive number of playoff spots in Texas high school football. I haven’t really thought about it but I read the University Interscholastic League — or UIL, the governing body for high school athletic and academic competition in Texas — rules and Fred or A.J. or whomever was griping it was was right. The amount of playoff spots are insane.

 “Conference 4A and 5A the top four teams from each district advance to the playoffs. The two schools with the largest enrollments automatically advance to the Division I bracket. The remaining two schools advance into the Division II bracket. There are two state champions per conference in Conference 4A and 5A.”

The numbers advancing to playoffs are reduced to three team for all divisions of 3A, 2A, and 1A, and top two teams for the two divisions of six-man football.  I noticed some of the area schools headed to post-season play. Check out the win-loss records of some of these schools:

Port Arthur Memorial (9-1) vs. Pasadena South Houston (3-7)

Kirbyville (2-8) vs. Rusk (3-7)

Port Arthur Sabine Pass (2-6) vs. Burton (8-2)

Burkeville (1-6) vs. Milano (9-1)

What the hell was the UIL thinking? I will be the first to tell you that practically anything can happen in Texas high school football although the sport and where it is played is not completely immune to the laws of probability.

I have given thought to these stories and this complaint about high school football, which may only piss off a certain number of Texans, although more high school football and not less usually reigns supreme in the Lone Star State. A common thread that I have unsuccessfully tried to weave this afternoon runs through these stories. Perhaps it is apparent to some and not others or to none at all. Yes, a link exists but putting these varied thoughts into one.
But I will not provide that bond. Not today at least. Somewhere along the way, the line broke. Or it went all a-which-a-ways. That happens sometimes. S**t happens. That is an inelegant term but it is true, as much so to a writer as to a beggar man-thief and perhaps even a street car conductor.
I wish that I could leave this little box with something of greater certitude but my certitude has just lost altitude.

Thinking skeeters and bumbling Cardinals while my mind is on annual leave

Remain, do I, on annual leave although as warned I still might post and thus it is that I write–strangely.

Skeeters buzzin,’ everywhere. Everyone has a different theory it seems

Perhaps it is the attack of the mosquitoes. I do not know for sure what is behind it. One local newsperson here on the Mosquito Coast of Southeast Texas said that authorities or experts or somebody blamed the skeeters on a recent high tide. What the puck? Don’t we have high tides all the time? Was there a tsunami on the Jefferson County coast when no one was looking?

Besides, it isn’t just us getting bitten by the little f*****s. They are everywhere. Houston. San Antonio. And everyone seems to have a different reason for the swarms. It is sort of like when gas prices spike.

Oh well, keep the DEET handy until the cold front later this week which will supposedly deliver us from evil–mosquitoes.

Tony sez: “Can you hear me now?” Or, eh Tony, who’s the boss already?

The World Series game last night, where the Rangers went up to one game away from taking the championship, was probably the most entertaining baseball game I have seen in years. It wasn’t just the comeback Texas pulled off, but the dazzling miscues made by St. Louis’ manager Tony LaRussa and superman slugger Albert Pujols.

I seriously doubt you will see screw-ups again like that from the Cardinals when they face Texas back in St. Louis. Hopefully though, the momentum train that has left the station in Arlington will chug on through the next game at Busch Stadium III to give the Rangers their first-ever World Championship.