Discussion in 'Texas High School Football' started by Wolf, Oct 14, 2008.
Well here's to the losers.
A long time ago in a land far far away.....one of our church deacons was part of the Baytown Lee team that went to Port Arthur in the thirties to play Jefferson. Not much of a rivalry now...but back in the fifties, sixties and seventies it was still pretty hot blooded. We asked the guy about the game once, Baytown Lee was beaten that night 100-0, what happened. Walter Hall looked at us and said," I dunno. We kicked off the ball and that was the last time we saw it."
Another great guy I knew was Rodger Beck. His coaching days were long gone by the time I knew him. Anyway he told me once he took a Katy Jr. team to a cross county rival and they were just getting the bejesus beaten out of them. He'd done everything he could think of to do. Finally, towards the end of the game, he cups his hands to his mouth and shouts to them, " Dig in boys............. Save the equipment ! "
I remember once we went Galveston to play the Galveston Ball sophomores. Must of been seventy one. Anyway, we were down to about nineteen guys on the whole squad because of injuries and guys quiting. Everyone was playing both ways. Most of us weren't very good at the time anyway. We got there walked off the bus. Here they come out of the locker room. They must of had sixty to seventy guys on their side lines. We felt like the guys at the Alamo before we ever kicked off. I mean gung ho is one thing but in terms of shear numbers...they were going to murder us by running us to death. About half of them had Purple helmets. The other half had those Ball High gold helmets.
So anyway, not to be too conspicuous, they trotted out the purple helmeted guys the first quarter and a half. And we hung in there....10-7. Then they lowered the boom. The Gold helmeted guys came in and they ran off 36 points. Our coach was this guy everyone there in Baytown who around in the seventies knows him...he looks just like Clint Walker the old western star who was in the film, "The Dirty Dozen". Anyway old Clint gets up in the locker room after we had our drink and swear to God he's beseeching us to make a come back and get back in the game. And we're all looking at him just wondering if we were going to get off the field alive. 43-10 at the half now. Well we did our best and held them to just one more touch down. We got beat 49-10. I believe it was more of a function of the Tornadoes coaches worried about being called out by the UIL about playing J.V.'s in two games in one week period more than anything we did. I also know if there is a God in his heaven the HC of Galveston Ball who ordered it, is burning in hell right now for doing that to nineteen hapless guys just trying to stay alive on a roster.
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