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MLB calls my name

This is going to be the season, I am preparing to commit, when I will attend more than a single Major League Baseball game over yonder in Arlington, where the Texas Rangers play hardball.

I attended a Rangers game two seasons ago when they were contending for the American League pennant. They won the pennant and went on to defeat the Arizona Diamondbacks in five games.

The most astonishing aspect of the Rangers’ championship run was how they managed to win every road game they played en route to defeating the D’backs.

A friend took me to that game in Arlington. We had a huge blast watching the Rangers rally big late in the game to score a blowout win.

I have lived near MLB franchises before. My wife, sons and I lived in Beaumont, only about 80 miles east along I-10 from Houston, where the Astros once played ball. The ‘Stros had a pretty decent pitcher on their staff … by the name of Nolan Ryan. Did I ever traipse down the road to see the Ryan Express toss heat at the oppositon? Nope … and I regret failing to do so to this day.

Arlington isn’t too terribly far from Princeton. I gotta make the effort to see a ballgame or three while the season is in progress. The Rangers have some work to do if they intend to return to the World Series.

Still, they play in a fabulous venue. The fans are loyal. Moreover, I want to return to cheering for a favorite Major League ballclub. I hope the Texas Rangers can step up.

Season over … try again next time

OK, I’ll be candid: My interest in the college football playoff ended with the end of the Oregon-Ohio State game last night.

The Buckeyes brought their “A” game to the Rose Bowl, while the Ducks played like, well, they didn’t belong there. The final score was 41-21, but it easily could have been a wider margin than that.

I realize the season isn’t really over. We football fans have two more sets of games to watch. Since I have lived in Texas for more than 40 years, I have to toss my love at the Texas Longhorns to win the college football title when all is done.

Texas awaits the Buckeyes on the semifinal game next week.

I’ll have to admit that my allegiance to Oregon stems only from the fact that I was born in Oregon, came of age there, wanted at one time to attend college in Eugene and have rooted for the Ducks since I was old enough to know what “rooting” for a team meant.

Events got in the way of my attending school at U of O.

The other element that puzzles me is this “transfer portal” business. Athletes come and go using this method of transferring to various schools. The Ducks appear to be among the masters of attracting blue-chippers to Eugene to play ball. They aren’t necessarily students, having finished their academic requirements already. But they do play good tackle football.

There seems to be little local connection with these individuals. So, why cheer for them just because they fit into a uniform associated with the University of Oregon?

Whatever. The season is over. I moved to Texas at the age of 34. I have lived here most of my life. So, I’ll save my cheering for the Longhorns when they suit up — in the Cotton Bowl, no less — to play the Buckeyes.

Hook ’em, Horns!

Talking football with stranger

For those of us who have watched folks from all over the country enjoy college football success, I was struck this morning with an opportunity to talk a little tackle football with a guy I didn’t know from the Man in the Moon.

I was riding an elevator at a Barnes & Noble Booksellers store in Frisco, Texas, when a fellow wearing a bright green shirt with a bright yellow “O” emblazoned on its front walked into the elevator.

I looked for just a second at the guy’s shirt and blurted out “Go, Ducks.” His face lit up like my Christmas tree at home … or likely at his home, too. “Yeah, it’s going to be a great game on Wednesday,” he said. Yep. The “great game” will feature the No. 1- ranked Oregon Ducks against The Ohio State Buckeyes in the Rose Bowl.

We both chuckled at the notion that the Ducks now belong to the Big Ten football conference, which he and I admitted we had learned to hate growing up in Oregon. He hails from Klamath Falls; I was raised in Portland. “All my friends have moved from K Falls to Portland,” he said, “so I still have a lot of friends in Oregon.”

Why hate the Big Ten? Because the Ducks belonged to the Pac-12 but then gravitated this past year to the Big Ten. The Ducks won the Big Ten championship and will represent that conference as its champs against Ohio State, a perennial Big Ten powerhouse. The Ducks had beaten the Buckeyes earlier this year in Eugene, a 32-31 nailbiter. Our goal every year was to cheer on the Pac-12 in the Rose Bowl, which historically pitted the Pacific Coast conference against the Big Ten champs.

The Pac-12 is now down to the “Pac-2,” with just Oregon State and Washington State remaining in what once was a proud football conference. “It’s better than being in the Pac-2,” he said. Indeed …

We went our ways. I am sure we’ll end up metaphorically in the same place on Wednesday afternoon, in front of our respective TV sets cheering on the University of Oregon against Ohio State.

Go, Ducks!

Allen makes it to baseball’s HoF

Wherever he is, a former colleague of mine, the late Kenton Brooks, no doubt is smiling today as the word came out that a former baseball bad boy Dick Allen has been inducted into MLB’s Hall of Fame.

You see, Brooks — with whom I worked while at the Beaumont Enterprise — was an avid, fervent, dedicated fan of Dick Allen. He never could accept that Allen had been snubbed for induction into the Hall of Fame.  Brooks succumbed to the COVID virus a couple of years ago.

Allen came to the Bigs as Richie Allen. He began his big-league career in Philadelphia, where he led the Phillies in many hitting categories. He was known as a powerful slugger who swung a heavier-than-normal bat.

The guy could hit, not just home runs but for an average that routinely topped .300 for a season. He moved around a lot during his years in the Bigs. He played for the LA Dodgers, the St. Louis Cardinals, the Chicago White Sox, the Oakland A’s.

He led the American league in home runs twice, in 1972 and in 1974; he also was named the AL’s most valuable player in 1972.

Allen was a tempestuous fellow, getting into a locker room brawl one year with a teammate. I don’t recall the circumstances, or who started it. My hunch is that Allen finished the fight. He battled with managers, team owners and teammates fairly routinely.

As I look back on his career, I am going to side with my old pal Kenton in applauding the old-timer’s committee for bringing a certifiable force of nature into the Hall of Fame.

Game takes on mercenary look

Those of you who follow High Plains Blogger might know already that I oppose paying college students for playing high-dollar sports such as football and basketball.

I mean, these young people already are getting a free college education because the school where they are enrolled provides them with “full-ride scholarships.” I believe those scholarships are payment enough for these students.

I watched the football game Saturday between the Oregon Ducks and the Penn State Nittany Lions and was struck as I watched every snap of the game how much the announcers referred to players who had entered that “transfer portal” to enable them to play another year or two of football. So many of the higher-profile players have no particular allegiance to the school but are playing for them because the school threw enough money at them to lure them onto their campus.

It’s all about the money … you know?

Oregon quarterback Dillon Gabriel enrolled initially at Central Florida, then transferred to Oklahoma, then transferred again to Oregon. Am I the only sports fan who doesn’t feel as though the game has taken on a mercenary quality.

I still love college football. I prefer it over the pros, a game that is played by multi-millionaires with oversized egos to match their oversized wallets.

However, the college game is beginning to look more like the professional version and it’s a trend I find distressing.

Welcome back, rivals

Most of us who live in Texas realize that our state has some unusual cultural quirks, many of which revolve around football.

The term “Friday night lights,” for instance, was born in West Texas, in the city of Odessa, where Friday night has become a rite for all Texans to enjoy while cheering on their local high school football teams.

Accordingly, rivalries take on special meaning at the college level. To that end, a longtime college FB rivalry is being renewed this weekend, when Texas A&M University lines up on the same field as the University of Texas in a game to be played in College Station.

Trust me on this: the Kyle Field crowd, aka The 12th Man, will have cleared its collective throat and will be bellowing in ear-piercing fashion cheering on the Aggies as they seek to upset the Longhorns.

Hey, this is a big deal to ex-Longhorns and Aggies. I attend neither school, but I surely know my share of ‘Horns and Aggies. They revere their schools and root hard against the other guys when they suit up to play tackle football.

They used to play this game on Thanksgiving Day. This year, with both schools now competing in the Southeastern Conference — as the Southwest Conference no longer exists and as A&M bolted 13 years ago to the SEC — the game will take place on Thanksgiving weekend.

Hey, it’s all right. The game still will be a big … deal.

Welcome back to the way it used to be.

Rarified air in grid polling

Allow me this brief admission, which is that a long-suffering fan of the University of Oregon football program is finding it hard to breathe while the Ducks are perched at the tippy-top of a list of elite programs.

Yes, the Ducks have been good for some time now. They were ranked No. 1 briefly during the 2012 season. Then they ran into the Stanford Cardinal, which knocked the Ducks off their lofty perch.

I didn’t attend the U of O. I attended Portland State University. However, as a red-blooded American patriot who loves college football, I am enjoying the dickens out of watching the Ducks take care of business on the field.

A couple of points need to be made about Oregon’s rise to the top of the heap. One is that the Ducks now compete in the Big Ten, which for us Pacific Coast natives is akin to cheering for the enemy on the battlefield. In the old days, the Pac 12 competed for the right to play in the Rose Bowl, in which the other team was the Big Ten champion.

It’s all a mixed-up jumble now, with the Rose Bowl game tossed into the mix of bowl games designed to determine the national football champion.

The other thing is this “transfer portal” that seems to dominate college athletics. Student-athletes now are able transfer to schools just to compete in football or other top-drawer sports. The Ducks ‘ lineup now features a kid named Dillon Gabriel, who transferred to Oregon from Oklahoma.  Last year, the stud was QB Bo Nix, a transfer from Auburn. This transfer business makes it hard for fans like me to latch onto players who only are there for a season or two. They have zero loyalty to the school.

Marcus Mariota played QB for the Ducks and won the Heisman Trophy as the best college football player in the nation. He entered school as a freshman and stayed until he earned his degree … and then used up his football eligibility.

However, all this is just chatter. The college football know-it-alls think the Ducks are the top college team in the country and have them ranked No. 1. Those of us who remember all those lean years in Eugene will accept this new “elite” status happily … and with pride that the gridiron glory brings to the state of my birth.

Big Ten: tough to swallow

It’s a beautiful, sun-splashed Saturday afternoon in North Texas … so let’s talk a little college football for a brief moment.

We’re about halfway through the season and I am still trying to get used to my favorite college football team, the Oregon Ducks, competing in the Big Ten conference.

Here’s a bit of history that will explain my discomfort.

Since the beginning of time, the Pacific Coast football gods had embarked on a program that would pit the winner of the Pacific Coast football conference (which has had several names) against the winner of the Big Ten in the final game of the season.

That would be the Rose Bowl. The so-called “granddaddy of bowl games.”

Those of us on the Left Coast hate the Big Ten. Why, many of us who don’t live in southern California, even hate the University of Southern Cal and UCLA. Then beginning this season, the Pac 12 dissolved and several of its member schools merged with the Big Ten. Oregon, Washington, UCLA and USC all became Big Ten members. The Big Ten came into being as a collection of schools gathered around the Great Lakes. It now comprises 18 schools stretching from coast to coast.

To be honest, the Ducks are having a stellar season. They are 6-0, having beaten dreaded Ohio State in a thriller in Eugene, and thrashing Michigan State and Purdue. But … what is wrong with this picture?

Oregon normally wouldn’t play a Big Ten foe until the final game of the year, presuming they would qualify for a Rose Bowl bid. The Ducks only recently ascended to the “elite” level of college football status. So, their appearance in the big game was a rare treat. for those of who hail from Oregon.

Whichever school came out of the Pac-12 to play the hated Big Ten — except for USC and UCLA — became the “favorite” team of Pacific Coast fans to whip the snot out of the Big Ten rep in the Rose Bowl.

That’s all changed. We now play a Big Ten school every weekend until the end of the regular season.

I just want to tell you this arrangement is going to test me … until I get used to it.

Charlie Hustle got what he deserved

One of Major League’s Baseball’s fiercest competitors has died and thus he never will be around if the MLB makes what I consider to be a regretful decision.

That would be to include Pete Rose in the Hall of. Fame.

Rose, the all-time leader in hits, at-bats and games played is gone. His legacy, though, will remain stained forever by a decision he made consciously and with a full understanding of the consequences of that decision.

In the late 1980s, Rose bet on baseball games. He competed in some of those games on which he wagered. The MLB rule book speaks with crystal clarity: Anyone caught betting on baseball shall be banned from the organization for the rest of his life.

OK, now he’s gone. Does that mean he becomes eligible for the Hall of Fame?  If I were King of the World, I’d say “no!”

The late Bart Giamatti, MLB’s commissioner at the time of the infraction, made the right call in banning Charlie  Hustle from the game.

Rose wasn’t the most talented player ever to suit up for big-league hardball. He arguably was the most driven. Sadly, though, that drive led him astray … and he paid the price he knew he would pay.

RIP, ‘Say Hey Kid’

Willie Mays has passed away. He was 93 years of age. He lived a full, fruitful and joyful life.

I am going to share on this very brief blog post something I once read about Willie Mays, considered by many baseball experts to be among the greatest athletes ever to play the Grand Old Game.

Someone once said — I cannot remember who it was — that Mays never made a mistake playing baseball. He had the sharpest baseball mine of anyone on the field. He never threw to the wrong player. His mind was always completely in the game.

He played the game with flair, his hat would fly off as he raced around the bases after connecting on one of his 3,283 base hits.

He always was the smartest player on the field … always!