The other day I rescued a lovely wooden hutch from next to a dumpster in my neighborhood.
Now to be 100 percent clear the hutch was outside of the dumpster so no
The other day I rescued a lovely wooden hutch from next to a dumpster in my neighborhood.
Now to be 100 percent clear the hutch was outside of the dumpster so no
There are many sights and sounds of Christmas that help people feel the magic of the season.
While we focused on the sounds of the season Wednesday, with the various songs of Christmas, today we are going to turn our attention on the sights of the season that help set the stage for celebrations.
In particular, we are going to focus on visuals in the form of Christmas light displays.
Growing up my parents never placed Christmas lights on their house so televised lights and trips through the neighborhood to see the lights on the other houses were my approach to seeing the lights of the season for many years.
One of the most iconic Christmas light scenes on film for me comes courtesy of the Griswald family.
I am sure almost everyone reading this has seen National Lampoon
Christmas is only a week away.
The above statement will likely illicit several reactions depending on whether one does or does not have their Christmas shopping done.
Of course a staple of any trip to the store to shop for Christmas presents is being joined by the sounds of the season.
No I am not talking about the sounds of people fighting over the last roll of Hello Kitty wrapping paper or the latest Tickle Me or Sing with Me Elmo.
I am referring to the in store music selection which no doubt will include Christmas music being piped through the store’s sound system.
Now, in the past two weeks I have attended three Christmas concerts filled with the various sounds of the season.
But for those who prefer their Christmas music to be in a retail setting a trip to the local big box store can be just what the doctor ordered.
And for those of us who prefer to do our shopping online, popping in some Christmas music while dashing through the web can certainly heighten the experience.
Of course it seems like everybody with a record contract has a Christmas album so there certainly are a lot of choices when it comes to picking one
As I have mentioned before I group the football and baseball teams that I follow into
Today is Friday, December 13, 2013.
For some people this means nothing more than the fact that yesterday was the 12th and tomorrow is the 14th.
For others it means that there will soon be less than 10 shopping days left until Christmas.
For the superstitious among us today means all of the things above in addition to it being an unlucky day all the way around.
While many may think that the Friday the 13th craze started with a certain movie character named Freddy the roots of Friday the 13th actually run much deeper than late 20th Century cinema.
Since the 19th Century Friday the 13th has been considered an unlucky day in Western and Eastern superstition.
Friday and the number 13 were considered unlucky by some on their own so it was only logical that both occurring at the same time would be even unluckier.
In fact fear of Friday the 13th even has a name; friggatriskaidekaphobia (Frigga being the name of the Norse goddess for whom Friday is named in English and triskaidekaphobia meaning fear of the number thirteen).
Personally I have never feared Friday the 13th although I do fear not finishing my Christmas shopping in time.
But the arrival of Friday the 13th made me think about sports and the superstitious rituals that many players seem to follow.
There are players who will eat the same pregame meal because they feel that to eat anything else would risk certain disaster on the field.
Hitters on a hot streak in baseball are notorious for continuing whatever
The other day it was announced that Tony La Russa, Bobby Cox and Joe Torre, who rank third, fourth and fifth, respectively, on the career list of Major League Baseball managerial victories, were elected unanimously to the Baseball Hall of Fame by the expansion-era committee.
La Russa, Cox and Torre combined for 7,558 wins and eight World Series championships.
Individually each of them surpassed 2,000 wins. No manager with at least 2000 wins has ever been excluded from admittance to Cooperstown.
With their election to the Hall of Fame each of the three managers earn a place on my personal Mount Rushmore of managers joining former Baltimore Orioles manager Earl Weaver, who until now had been a floating head of granite awaiting the arrival of some companions in the mountain of my mind.
Granted, placing imaginary heads of granite on a mythical “Mount Rushmore” is a purely subjective exercise. A case could be made for many other worthy managers to be included.
Arguments can be made about the various eras of baseball and how to weigh the accomplishments of managers from the late 19th and early 20th centuries with the managers of the modern era.
Even the actual Mount Rushmore in South Dakota, which features larger than life busts of presidents Thomas Jefferson, George Washington, Theodore Roosevelt, and Abraham Lincoln, is occasionally the subject of revisionist desire.
There was a time when people thought the “Gipper” himself Ronald Reagan deserved to be forever etched in stone on the side of a mountain.
Some folks even went so far as to say that the “Roughrider” himself Teddy Roosevelt could be surgically altered and transformed into the face of Ronald Reagan.
In the end Mount Rushmore was left as is and an airport and other things were named after President Reagan instead.
So, with the understanding firmly established that the Mount Rushmore of managers is in the eye of the beholder, or in this case the eye of the writer, I will make my case as to why I feel Tony La Russa, Bobby Cox and Joe Torre deserve to be on my Mount Rushmore.
For starters, it should be noted that until 2011 all three men were managers during my awareness of baseball.
Granted there were a few years where I was alive and they weren’t managing, but from my earliest baseball memories to my earliest baseball cards, all three men were in the dugout guiding their teams.
In fact, each of the three men began their careers as managers within two years of each other, between 1977 and ’79, and concluded their stay between 2010 and 2011.
It has seemed odd the last few years without having at least one of them managing. The absence of Lou Pinella in a Major League Baseball dugout is also taking some getting used to as he was another manager that just always seemed to be there along with Jim Leyland.
Adding to the granite worthiness of Cox, La Russa and Torre is the fact that each of them managed in both the National and American Leagues showing adaptability to the nuances of the two styles of play.
Bobby Cox spent 25 of his 29 seasons with the Atlanta Braves in the National League. The other four seasons were spent with the Toronto Blue Jays in the American League.
Under Cox the Braves won 14 consecutive division titles from 1991-2005 and one World Series title in 1995.
Cox also led the Toronto Blue Jays to their first AL East title in 1985.
As I have mentioned before, my grandmother is a huge Atlanta Braves fan. As a result, whenever I would visit her we would watch the Bobby Cox led Braves play. I also had the opportunity to see Cox and the Braves in person a few times at Minute Maid Park when they came to town to play the Houston Astros.
I also was able to see Tony La Russa on many occasions at Minute Maid Park when he was manager of the St. Louis Cardinals. In total La Russa managed for 33 seasons with 17 seasons in the American League and 16 seasons in the National League.
La Russa seized the opportunity to go out on top when he retired shortly after guiding the St. Louis Cardinals to their second World Series title under his watch in 2011.
In addition to his two titles with St. Louis, La Russa also won the World Series in 1989 with the Oakland Athletics and joined Hall of Famer Sparky Anderson as the only managers to win World Series in both leagues.
Of course one could also say that Sparky deserves a spot on the Mount Rushmore of managers based on his stellar career as well. However, let us not muddy the waters before getting to the last candidate for granite infamy.
Joe Torre managed 17 seasons in the National League and 12 with the Yankees in the American League. Like Cox Torre managed the Atlanta Braves, and like La Russa Torre managed the St. Louis Cardinals.
Although Torre’s success with the Braves and Cardinals was nowhere near the level that Cox and La Russa had with those organizations he did eventually find a favorable situation in New York.
Torre began his career as a manager with the New York Mets and had an 894-1,003 managerial record over 14 seasons with the Mets, Cardinals and Braves when he joined the Yankees.
During a 12-year run with the New York Yankees that started in 1996, Torre’s teams earned four World Series titles in his first five seasons, six American League pennants in eight years, and compiled a record of 1,173-767.
Although I was never able to see Torre in person when he was with the Yankees, I did get to see his team in action when he was with the Los Angeles Dodgers where he won two NL West crowns before retiring after the 2010 season.
So, there you have it, three newly minted Hall of Famers and three former managers who careers are worthy of carving into stone.
Let the arguments continue over the Mount Rushmore of managers. For me my mountain is set. One might go so far as say it is written in stone.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to start planning the next group of people that should be etched into granite. Quint, we’re going to need a bigger mountain.
Copyright 2013 R. Anderson
Last Saturday the University of Central Florida Knights captured the American Athletic Conference title when they defeated the Southern Methodist University Mustangs before a handful of fans.
The lack of attendance was due to an ice storm that hit the Dallas area making travel to places like SMU
Tomorrow, December 7, is National Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day.
This is a day where Americans remember and honor all those who died in the attack on Pearl Harbor.
On Sunday morning, December 7, 1941 America’s naval base in Pearl Harbor, Hawaii was attacked by aircraft and submarines of the Imperial Japanese Navy.
My grandfather, Howard Kirby, was at Pearl Harbor. He was one of the lucky ones who survived the attack. After a few other close calls he was able to return to his family at the end of the war.
While my grandfather was a survivor of the attack, more than 2,400 Americans were killed and more than 1,100 were wounded on that December morning at Pearl Harbor.
The attack sank four U.S. Navy battleships and damaged four more. It also damaged or sank three cruisers, three destroyers, and one minelayer. Aircraft losses were 188 destroyed and 159 damaged.
Each year the Wings over Houston Airshow includes
The other day it was announced that after a half dozen years of being turned off the
The other night vandals hopped over a short fence and sprayed graffiti on the Space Shuttle mock-up at Space Center Houston.
The mock-up that was renamed