Fifty years since Jerry LeVias introduced himself to the Southwest Conference
Here we are in the fall of 2016, half a century since Jerry LeVias’s sophomore season on the SMU football team. I have already written extensively about him, what he did and its significance, so I hesitate to retrace my steps. Nonetheless, a few points deserve to be made in celebration of this golden anniversary.
For those who don’t know, I will summarize. On the small side at 5′ 9″, 170 pounds but swift and agile, he hailed from Beaumont. He played high school ball in the final years of… read on
Memories of the Houston Marathon
The sports world did not exactly come to a halt when I announced my retirement from marathoning in March 2016. I thought the New York Times or at least the Billings Gazette or the Jackson Clarion-Ledger would have sent a reporter to do an interview, get my thoughts on this epochal event and so forth—but nothing. When I put in a call to the Chosun Ilbo here in Seoul, they seemed to think it was a joke. Fine, I told them. See if I care! I was in very high dudgeon.
Of the 43 marathons I ran,… read on
Now, about motorcycles
My grandfather (“Pappaw”) was proud of a certificate that attested to him having put more than 100,000 miles on his Harley-Davidson, so he obviously liked riding motorcycles. And his son—my father—was much the same. He sometimes told stories about adventures he had with his buds; the one that stands out was when they rode from Dallas to Austin in 1950 to see Texas and SMU play football. The Mustangs were No. 1 in the nation at the time and the Horns No. 7, but the guys in orange and white… read on
Remember those long-ago days when people in the USA first got hip to the Beatles? Seems there was an avalanche of publicity, much of it of the fawning variety, when John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison and Ringo Starr invaded our shores. I was swept up in it, just like every other kid at Hexter Elementary School in Dallas. Choosing a “favorite” Beatle was almost obligatory, and the one I chose without hesitation was Paul. I am embarrassed to admit this, but I was drawn to his handsome… read on
DKR, the Bear and other Jim Crow coaches
Nobody ever said that running a big-time football program is easy. You have to deal with pushy alumni, egg-heads on the faculty who want to abolish intercollegiate athletics and know-it-all reporters at the local newspaper, not to mention keeping your players academically eligible and staying off the NCAA’s watch-list. The main thing you must do, however, is win. You gotta win ball games and better yet championships if you want to remain the guy with the most prestigious job on campus. Not to… read on