I probably just should have left well enough alone, but I’ve never been that bright. Case in point -- this Tuesday morning, deadline day, I’m sitting in front of the keyboard, my head flopped forward in a show of despair, thinking, “I can’t believe this is another deadline day. Again.”
I’ll admit it. I’ve been off my game this week. It’s 12:40 on a deadline day, and I haven’t written #@$# for this week’s Advance.
The city of Pharr and the city of McAllen plan to manage their own elections in May — moves that might run afoul of state law.
The situation along the border with regard to the recent surge of Central Americans needs a fix, but so far, according to Hidalgo County Sheriff Eddie Guerra, the powers-that-be in D.C. have yet to come up with one.
Editor’s note: Usually, I wouldn’t place this story, as good as it is, on the front page above the fold, but I’m coming off of a sick week, and the number of original local-news stories in this issue are way down from the norm. That being said, this story fell into my lap by accident, and I thought, what the hell, with all of the misery around us these days, why not put a feelgood baseball story on the front page, and if some readers don’t like it, sorry. They’ll be plenty of negative news to publish next week. These days, it’s all around. Anyway, if you enjoy old-time baseball, this story should hopefully prove of interest to you. You should recognize some of the names. In the old days, the 1930s and ‘40s, local semi-pro baseball in the RGV was indeed a big deal.
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