Your Bag of Nothing for Thursday, September 26, 2024
I thought Sports Illustrated was supposed to be dead. But I find myself going there for my sports news and scores more than ever. Compared to ESPN, their website is cleaner, with less obtrusive advertising, no randomly playing audio or video, and no cross-promotion. And, in case you are wondering, I’m not being paid or asked to promote the website.
I was watching an LBJ special on PBS last night. It showed an old reel of Johnson signing the Voting Rights Act in the same room at the Capital where Lincoln signed the Emancipation Proclamation. That didn’t sound right; I always thought Lincoln had signed that document at the White House. I spent a good 20 minutes verifying that it was signed at the White House and couldn’t find anything to refute it.
As a student of presidential history, I like to find out how each president tries to portray himself to the media and country. For instance, Bush 43 and Obama were often seen at the golf course, and many people criticized them for not working hard enough. That wasn’t the case with LBJ; he would frequently get photographed or filmed working in the most unconventional places; there are pictures of him talking to his staff while getting a haircut or conducting business while he’s in his swimming pool at his ranch. In this example, he’s “working” two hours after gallbladder surgery on 11/06/1966. In case you were wondering, a total of ten doctors worked on him and three Secret Service agents were in the operating room. I mean, I get why the Secret Service agents where there, but really, what could they do?
One person who always interested me during the LBJ presidency was Jack Valenti, who later became the head of the Motion Picture Association. The man hated the VCR and thought it would end the movie industry. He was also at LBJ’s swearing-in on Air Force One at Love Field. Last night, I found an article about him speaking about what led to that moment and how he started to work for LBJ, who wouldn’t accept any excuse for him not working for him.
I don’t get to see my daughter as much as I like; we’re no longer close or as close as I’d like us to be. But I cooked her favorite meal yesterday, took it to her place, and surprised her. She seemed to appreciate it.
I’ve started a deep dive into Joseph Merrick, better known as the Elephant Man. As a kid, there was a rumor that Michael Jackson owned his bones. In truth, they are in private display at a medical college in England. I plan on watching a biography on YouTube soon and watching the 1980 movie that’s loosely based on him, which stars Anthony Hopkins.
The more I learn about Caitlin Clark, the more I like her. I certainly don’t understand all the cattiness from the other players. I think it says something about her breaking the league’s single-season assist record.
UNLV quarterback Matthew Sluka has led his team to a 3-0 record but this week declared his intention to redshirt the remainder of the season after the school failed to uphold “representations” that were promised to him. College football is growing on me; I love this sort of stuff, more chaos please!
That was a heck of a headline I read first thing yesterday morning:
Several students were attending an informal gathering of the swim team at an on-campus residence on September 6 when one of them used a box cutter to scratch the n-word on another student’s chest, according to statements made by the college and the family who says their son was the victim.
The Texas Longhorns open SEC play this Saturday against Mississippi State. I miss their old coach, Mike Leach. To be in the College Football Hall of Fame, a coach must have won at least 60% of his games. Mike Leach won 59.6%.
The last time the Longhorns and Mississippi State played was at the 1999 Cotton Bowl, which you can watch in its entirety here, with Joe Buck making the call. I remember because I was there. It was my first college football game (football games at Hardin-Simmons don’t count) and the first and only game I’ve seen in the Cotton Bowl.
The reason I got to go to the game was because my brother gave me tickets. Six months prior, our father died. My spring semester grades were mailed to our house in Mineral Wells, and he saw them and chastised me. I tried telling him that these particular set of classes, like Business Law, were hard and cut me a break, I’ve been distracted by our father’s health. The following fall semester, I earned a 4.0, made the President’s List and Good Will Hunting fashion, slapped my grades in front of him, and asked him, “How do you like them apples!?” (The movie came out two years prior.) It was hard to ever get a compliment from him; I tried my hardest repeatedly. I can’t remember what he said, but I do remember a smile. But he rewarded me with tickets to the Cotton Bowl to see my favorite player and current Heisman winner, Ricky Williams. He couldn’t go, but I tagged along with one of his friends. I mentioned that he probably lucked into the tickets and probably got them for free, but his friend corrected me, saying that wasn’t the case at all, that he told him he was proud of me and he had to do something for me for such a great turnaround. I have mixed emotions about not speaking to him since 2006 after Mom died.
I vividly remember hearing Prince’s 1999 played on every radio station on the way there. It was the first day of the year, after all. But it was just too much in a short time period that I voiced my displeasure about it. It became a joke with us. Then, at halftime, you can guess what the band played.
That was a memorable Cotton Bowl for Longhorn fans. Of course, Ricky Williams won the Heisman and had a great game. On one run, he knocked out a tackler. The opposing coach was former Aggie nemesis Jackie Sherrill. He’s still alive and 80 years old, in case you were wondering. It was also Mack Brown’s first year.
All I wanted that season was one of those Ricky Williams Heisman shirts. At that time, stuff like that was hard to get, especially in Abilene. But someone was selling one in the parking lot, and I finally got one.