From the start of the 202223 NBA G League season — the day players met one another, there was talks of “amazing talent” and “unbelievable energy,” by RGV Vipers’ players, coaches and management.
It’s my favorite time of the year again — the start of Major League Baseball, not counting the Masters this week — when I get to sit and watch millionaires playing a kid’s game. The season kicked off last Thursday. Some might call playing the game work, but not me. I still call it play. As with any sport, you’re either born with the natural talent, or you’re not. A good work ethic helps; but in the end, when it comes to sports, you’re either born to play the game at the professional level or you’re not.
I had an invitation to go to the Masters Tournament again this year, but couldn’t make it happen. This wasn’t an invitation to attend the entire four-day tournament, mind you, wouldn’t that be nice, but rather the Wednesday that’s left open every year for a few lucky members of the public. Me being one. My buddy says he’ll invite me again next year, but I can’t turn him down a third time. Have to start making plans today.
On October 13, 1939, McAllen lost one of its most beloved citizens, “Popeye.” He was a good-natured white bulldog, who was embraced by the multitude of McAllen High School football fans who considered him to be their mighty mascot. It was a dark Friday the 13th as hundreds of students went into mourning.
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