For an Old Friend or Two

As many of you know this blog is done for entirely selfish reasons.
It’s nothing more than a place for me to rant about everything from
politics to eighties tunes. And when you really break it down, it’s
ultimately a medium for me to say “Look how cute my kids are when
they…” But this post will be a little different. This one’s

JV basketball – the mere thought of that phrase is enough to bring the
smiles and the tears. I can honestly say I learned more about people
and relationships during that time of my life than any other – with
the main lesson being that respect your elders thing is a load of crap
– they have to earn it like anyone else. Some do, some don’t.

One that definitely didn’t was our fearless, errr, feckless leader.
Quite possibly the worst coach in the history of the game. In fact,
the only worse candidate would have to be his superior, the Varsity
Coach. Seriously, you’d have to go back to the days when they were
nailing peach buckets to the walls to find a more incompetent duo, but
I digress.

Thinking back on those times now, all I can do is laugh. It’s some
serious inside baseball, but the phrase, “All you little pissants want
to do is ride the bus, poot, and eat chicken fried” is forever seared
in my memory. If that ain’t East Texas, nothing is.

It was inspirational lines like the aforementioned that made those
years special. Not special in a Hoosier’s kind of way, maybe more
like in a Bad News Bears meets Anchorman kind of special. But we did
learn a lot. One of my personal favorites was a lesson in

Our coach, feeling especially spiritual, I guess, led us in a prayer
before one game that was teetering on a full-length sermon. He was
invoking our Lord for protection from everything, help, blessings,
etc… This is all well and good, except for the fact that the next
phrase out of his mouth, after the opening tip-off, which occurred
less than a minute after this benediction, was, “God%*&it Havens! Get
your head out of you’re A$$!!!”


I say all that to say this: I’m a pack rat. What does that have to
do with anything? I was digging through old boxes in my attic when I
came across a wrinkled, folded up piece of poster board. I was about
to throw it away, but even I had to wonder at my own reasons for
keeping such a seemingly insignificant token. I opened it up to find
the following.

I won’t even attempt to explain this sign for fear of losing what
few readers I may still have. But let me say this, “Coach Young was

I apologize for all of you that had to sit through this, but for the
2, maybe 3 people that get that last reference, it’s like finding
Indy’s Fedora under your bed. Enjoy, Mr. Best. Enjoy…

3 thoughts on “For an Old Friend or Two”

  1. O.K. is my memory really failing or what? I vaguely remember the sign but who was Coach Young? All I remember is Coach Darby, Coach Hinkle and of course the jerk Coach Flannagan!

  2. OK, that is the greatest picture ever. For those trolling these comments (you know who you are), get the back story here:

    When the JV basketball story became local legend back in 2006, I received the following missive in my email, from the one in question. Thought Deddy might like it, provided he is not busy “calling the pickle.” Enjoy.

    I apologize for negative memories that you have of me and those years at PT. I must have been a very unpleasant person. Yes, I did read view the website earlier and stumbled across the additional comments this week. Obviously from your article, I was not a good example to you, and for that I truly am sorry. It saddens me that
    your time with me left such a bad taste in your mouth. I guess I did not do much right during those years.

    I should have apologized to you in person the day I saw you in the gym. Experience and maturity has, hopefully, made me a better individual.

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