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ADDITIONS TO THE GUIDE (90)

THE GUIDE TO THE WEBSITE (73)  IS UPDATED BELOW:

DUKE VS. CAROLINA (89)

ON HALLUCINATIONS (88)

HALL OF FAME BBQ (87)

TOP HOT DOG (86)

DISHONOR STUDENT (85)

NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTION -2014 (84)

DAVID AND GOLIATH by MALCOMB GLADWELL (83)

PLANTAR FASCIATIS  (82)

THE SPORT GENE  by DAVID EPSTEIN (81)

DANNY MORRISON AND THE CAROLINA PANTHERS (80)

“COUNTRY” STRIKES AGAIN (79)

THE NATURE OF A COACH (78)

GEEZER GOLF FOR HIGH HANDICAPPERS (77)

ROME BURNING? (76)

THE PIER (75)

CHATEAU LOW RENT (74)

 

 

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DUKE VS CAROLINA (89)

My Wife, Margaret, was born in Ontario, Canada.    Kirkland Lake is about 5oo miles north of Detroit.   The fifth of six, she has three older brothers with the twins about a year older, then Jim who is less than a year older than the twins.   Jim lives in the Yukon.  He told me once he went there because “… survival is challenging  here.”  While the boys were tough youngsters, Margaret didn’t back off much, they told me.  And, in a letter we found written by her Mom, and describing each of her six, briefly says of her fifth one (Margaret, at age 4)  only that “… this one is a little rip.”

Margaret loves to travel.    Two weeks  ago she was in Tampa.  Easy trip.  Next was a trip to Detroit, leaving from Chapel Hill,  N.C.    As the “southern storm of the century” began developing and heading our way , we observed closely.

My Father, a Southern Baptist minister, responded succinctly when I told him my newly betrothed Margaret was “Catholic”: I’d rather you be Catholic than whatever it  is you have been!”   Ouch.  I did walk away with  some of it.   Beseech seems to be the best biblical word for begging.   As the storm gathered  I went from suggesting  (“that storm is big and really is headed our way”),  to  advising (” this one looks too strong to risk”) and finally to “beseeching” (“baby , please don’t go”).

Perhaps the wisest thing I have done in our marriage is to not try to harness this spirit.   Yet at this moment I pressed beyond the limit.   Her stated response was something like  “I can do this.  I’ll be careful.  Someone really needs  help now”.   The upshot of that really meant “go back and sit in your chair, I’m on my way”.  Chapel Hill from our home is about three hours.  Six hours after leaving she made it.  And  she is home safely.

I thought about the bus that couldn’t get Duke to Chapel Hill…Margaret could have driven that bus.  I guess that says it all:  Duke vs Carolina cancelled.  Margaret didn’t.

And to think, they gave me awards.

Valentines Day, 2014.  “…my gift is my song, and this one’s for you”.   Elton John

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ON HALLUCINATIONS (88)

My Mom was a Phillips from Onslow county, N.C.   The government “condemmed”  their land and that of a lot of other people, to build Camp Lejeune—the Marine base.  Somehow Mom never thought much of government after that.  She had five siblings, four sisters and only one brother, my “Uncle Lindsey”.  Lindsey was not only naturally hilarious, he often enhanced that quality with substances, i.e., RWL (or RUN, WALK, THEN LAY DOWN LIKKER).

I was recently reminded of Lindsey’s humour.  Golfer friends were talking about a fellow player who had just endured multiple and complicated back surgeries.  Friends said the patient said the drugs had caused him all kinds of weird dreams and he had seen”…dead friends, his parents, multiple scenes from days gone bye”, etc.  My cousin and Lindsey’s  son, Henry Phillips, told a similar story on his Dad.  Having complications after major surgery, Lindsey was strictly prohibited from any drugs or alcohol.   Henry asked his Dad  how things were, since they had taken  drugs and booze from him?   Lindsey’s reply:   ALL THE GUESTS HAVE GONE.

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HALL OF FAME BARBEQUE (87)

The 42nd George Whitfield Sports Hall of Fame  and baseball clinic were held in Goldsboro, N.C.  this weekend.  George is a BASEBALL ANGEL and beloved in eastern North Carolina and beyond.  Asked who was the “selection committee”,  George replied,  “…I am.”   He made 22 selections this year.  One rather unique pick was Wilbur’s Barbeque in Goldsboro.   Wilbur and I share a rare willingness in eastern  N.C, as we both admit being anti-repulblican.  George read a letter from Wilbur Friday night that said he had only voted for one republican in his life.  That was when he was on a jury that tried a republican and Wilbur said he voted FOR  convicting him.This reminded me of a tale from the HOI TIDERS (high tiders), or the people from way down east in N.C.   The story goes that during the post depression days  some locals kidnapped a rare republican’s mule, shaved  his side and painted REPUBLICAN on his  flank.  They then marched the poor mule in the local parade.   Story goes that the mule died a week later.  Asked the cause of death, the vet suspected “…pure shame.”

P.S.  Wilbur said he  “,,, was from so far out in the woods that the end of the world was between his house and the road”.

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TOP HOT DOG (86)

The North Carolina Sports Hall of Fame has just announced its 2014 class.   Wilson, N.C.’s  Lee Gliarmis is one of nine inductees.  WHAT A  GREAT CHOICE.   Boston may have had “Cheers” but Wilson has DICK’S HOT DOG STAND (“…where everyone knows your name”).   Establish in 1921 by Lee’s Father,  it is the heartbeat of the county.   And the straw that stirs the drink is COACH LEE.   Now in his mid-80′s,  this gentle man coached little league football and baseball for untold grateful Wilson youngsters.   The world is a better place in general, and North Carolina and Wilson  in particular, are blessed to have  Lee.  We are all grateful.  Thanks, Coach, and congratulations.

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DISHONOR STUDENTS? (85)

While we live in eastern North Carolina (the Atlantic Ocean is several hundred yards South of us) the coast of our state has an eclectic citizenry.   Lots of retirees, northern brothers,  and an influx of in-state folks.  Lots of folks moving our way.   The oldest and most unique locals are the “hoi toiders” ( or high tiders ).   These “down easterners”  refer to Kinston, N.C.  as the west.    They have their own dialect and vocabulary. “Dit-dotters” are tourists who come and go back.  “Ding-batters” come and, alas, stay.   Local lingo contends ‘…my lord, honey, they must leave their brains on the other ” soide ” ( side ) of the bridges”

We are also near Camp Lejeune or the Marine Base.   Having worked in two colleges my  entire 40 work years, some of my friends call me “Coach”, or sometimes “Professor”.  I  once asked a friend who had moved to Chapel Hill,  N.C.  how they liked it?   He replied “…not much—if you don’t have a PH.D.  or have a dozen books published,  most of them won’t have anything to do with you.   Some have contended the worst thing about being rich was you had to deal with other rich people.   My coaching colleagues put too much value on winning, perhaps.  Down here status often depends on military rank, noted careers.   I guess on Wall Street and in a lot  America,  it’s is money that does the talking.

While a bumper sticker in the piedmont might read ” MY CHILD IS  AN HONOR STUDENT”,  down here you could just as well see “MY BOY CAN WHIP THE CRAP OUT OF YOU HONOR STUDENT”.

I am not inclined to deny or resent “Coach”,  or having taught for a long time.  Nor do I get out of sorts at “here comes the (“liberal”, or “Obama”, or “the college man”, etc.).   I try not to respond , much as my oldest Son advised.   Last week a quote got my attention:   “The worst argument against Democracy is a five minute conversation with the average voter”  (Churchill?).   And  “…if you think education is expensive,  try ignorance.” If one thinks “liberal”  (freedom) is a bad word,  and the misspent  and mismanaged money on war in this decade has been “conservative” —why argue?

So—when one got over the line recently (” Coach, you have spent too much time around colleges”)  it just blurted out of me.   I asked him if he had any any grandchildren?  OH YES.  Tell me about them, I continued.  I got the usual “my goose is a swan” answers one gets from any grandparent .  Goes  somewhat like these cliches:  ” He reads two grade levels above his class. ” Or, ” She makes all A’s! “.   “I don’t know where he gets it—must be his Mother. ”  And others we all know, if we ask any grandparent.   Then he took a breath.

Quickly  I pointed out that I had never heard any of  THESE comments from a parent or grandparent:   “You know he is the dumbest little son of a gun in his class!”   or, “She certainly never made an A!” or, “…if he flunks the eight grade one more time he’ll be 16, and I think I HAVE GOT HIM TALKED INTO QUITTING FOR GOOD!’ or, ” maybe the 4th grade will be shoe-tying and potty-trained year.

He looked at me funny but  didn’t say anything.  I  don’t know whether he got it or not.

“Call your next case”.   Chub Seawell,  Carthage, N.C. —1955

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NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTION–JANUARY 1, 2014 (84)

A friend of Mike Tyson’s  noticed the boxer’s new years eve resolutions listed “to quit smoking”.   “But, Mike,  you don’t smoke” he questioned.   Mike said “… you need some easy ones on your list.”

Today is January 1, 2014.  I have one resolution for this year,  but it is not an easy one.  I have leaned on the song,  MY QUEST for lyrics that describe my concerns:

“an impossible dream”

“an undefeatable foe”

“unbearable sorrow”

“arms too weary”

“no matter how helpless””march into hell”

In hope that one day , “,,,my heart will lie peaceful and calm, when I am laid to rest”

And that, “…one man, scorned and covered with scars–still strove with his last ounce of courage to reach ”  (my words substituted) MY QUEST OF BEING ABLE TO HIT A DECENT SECOND SHOT ON THE GOLF COURSE!!!

P.s.  If “mulligans”  are allowed as a local rule,  that rule should include allowing the player to defer their mulligan to that damned second shot.

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