TACO TUESDAY:...Hopelessly Awful Blogger Disses Ex-Wife Nenny...We Bank On Mayra!!! ...Death At County Jail...Cascos As Elder Statesman...Roisterer Ben Neece Dead...

 

By DUARDO PAZ-MARTINEZ

BROWNSVILLE, Texas |...So, okay, how do you judge True Love? Is it serious dating that leads to marriage? Ten years of marriage leading to 30 or to 50? Or is it just who the Hell is with you at the moment you turn 75 with a new love and have long-since forgotten the first wife - the one whose dead body you handed over to science?

Ask Blogger Jim Barton.

He's there in that scene we describe to begin this post. (Dairy Neck Jim is shown in photo above with first wife, Nenny, who died April 9, 2018)

Anniversaries are quirky things, but humans like them. There is one for first kiss, first sex, first child, first year of marriage, the 25th and the Golden Anniversary of 50 years, the one Jimmy Boy celebrated with Nenny, or almost did.

Well, who really, other than Jimmy Boy, knows about the Barton marriage? He only talks about his latest one, to the Filipina Ana, The New American.

This is what he wrote about the Manila Mama yesterday, when noting some absence from each other, as she works somewhere in Nevada, and he ages in Brownsville, since he does not work: "The 4+ years with Ana have easily been the happiest of my life despite our dissimilar personalities."

So much for you, Nenny!

Those 50 years? Huh? What 50 years?

You have to hand it to unaccomplished, uneducated Barton. He spent his working life doing hourly, minimum-wage jobs here, in North Texas and in Arkansas. He won't say much about his jobs, but who can blame him when all he has is prolonged grocery store work, motel clerking and that unloading of shrimp boats at the Port of Brownsville.

Pobre guy. He won't even say if he graduated from high school! He never went to or graduated from college; his adult life spent largely dependent on Nenny Barton's jobs. She was a veteran; Jimmy Boy never served. There has to be a story there, but when we've asked Jimmy Boy why he never served his country, he clams up.

Oh, he's a huge fan of conscientious objectors, those American boys who told the Draft Board they could not fight because it was against their religion and against their desire to keep living. Yeah. Is that why his family moved from Washington in the far northwest to lowly Brownsville by the Mexican border?

Barton's not talking. We've asked. And we'll go on a low limb and say he'll never talk, because it is likely something he is now ashamed of, as are all who went the conscientious objector route to stay out of Vietnam.

Tell it, Jimmy Boy.

Nenny knew the whole story, we're sure. Tell it, Jimmy Boy.

So that Sweet Ana can sleep better...

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WELL, YEAH, we can say it: We at The McAllen Sun like reputed hothead Mayra Flores. She's an eye-gouging mud-wrestler and a get-the-fuck-outta-my-way trailblazer all rolled into one. To see her in Congress, up in pretty-much, all-White Washington, D.C. politics, would be nice.

Nothing against most White people, but the Hispanic representation of my people in Congress is pathetic. Six Hispanics are in the 50-member U.S. Senate? Ted Cruz of Texas is half-Cuban, but he'll never say it. Marco Rubio of Florida is all-Cuban. The others are indicted Robert Menendez of New Jersey, Catherine Cortez Masto of Nevada, Ben Ray Lujan of New Mexico and Alex Padilla of California.

Of the 435 members of the House of Representatives, only 52 are Hispanics. That's roughly 11% of the membership. Hispanics account for 19.1% of the population in the U.S. today. I do believe our population merits more than 52 representatives. Thirty more would be about right, percentagewise.

Mayra Flores wouldn't really add to it, as she will go against Hispanic Congressman Vicente Gonzalez in 2024, and, well, one or the other will win, so...

But it's good to throw that out every so often, especially in today's Texas, where Whites are now the "minority" population.

Let's go, Mayra.

Give'em Hell!...

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No, that's not the latest Cameron County Sheriff candidate in the law enforcement mood photo above. True that all it takes these days is a cowboy hat and a less-than-Hollywood-worthy face to run for the post, but who knows who that lonesome alcoholic in the photo is, or may be?

One thing we'll say is that incumbent Sheriff Eric Garza isn't getting out enough as he seeks reelection next year. Already, a pack of hungry lone wolves have up an announced they plan to challenge Sheriff Eric. They have hats and even mustaches, so...

Garza has been whipped mercilessly by local pro-Mexicans Blogger Juan Montoya for the past three years. Shutdown Corner Juan can keep doing it for the next one, too.

Sheriff Eric acting as if some gentleman aesthete won't cut it. He's being chased by circumambient wannabes, fer chrissakes...

The race is being contested primarily in Open Bar Brownsville.

That costumed cowboy look worn by Eric needs to get around and be seen. Shit, longshot candidate Ronnie Saenz is practically the local Ringo Starr now. Stat quality, baby. That's what you need to plug into to make headway in a multi-candidate race.

Political primitive Jesus Rosas Jr?

He's started to think he has a real shot at winning! There is no penumbra of doubt in his walk.

Plus, Rosas is from that peculiar Brownsville species known as the political peddlers. He could win big standing under the international bridge here on the Mexican side asking for votes, not coins...

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There was another death at the Cameron County jail recently. We're not going to bother you with names or accusations, but it had something to do with drug use. Fentanyl, to be exact.

Or that's what the sheriff's office told the community.

Who knows what an independent autopsy would yield? We're always troubled by these cold and mineral administrative rulings on deaths behind bars. She was a young woman, mother of two very young kids. Somewhat attractive in the photo posted by law-badgering Blogger Juan Montoya. There also was a soulful comment from her mother, who for some reason believed her daughter would be safer behind bars.

Too bad.

Life is for the living. Bodies in jail never make for a good story. Yes, you kinda want one in this case, perhaps because most people feel a little more for the attractive than for the unattractive. Still, it'll be a statistic in the sheriff's office annual ledger...and nothing more.

There was no mention of a Dad for the kids.

Montoya took the easy palliative angle to the sad tale. That's to be expected.

Bloggers aren't there to offer lasting solutions, are they? Not here.

Not in Brownsville, Texas, Cradle of The Two-Tortilla Taco...

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This auburn-haired one didn't give a rat's ass about tacos. Pasta, Baby. Sucking on that long, long noodle. Taco Tuesday could go to Hell, she was telling the waiter, a lanky Mexican with a high neck and three days of beard growth.

"Are you Italian?" she was asked by another customer of the cafe.

"Why would you ask that?" she posed in return.

"Your hairy armpits," the Mexican told her, pointing.

It was Tuesday, only it could have been Wednesday or Thursday or Friday. People were eating all across town, in taquerias and burger joints ands steak restaurants and pizzerias.

"Do you want these pepperonis you've set aside on your box or can I retrieve them for the trash as well?" the waiter went on.

"Bag them for me," she said, tersely. "I'm taking them home."

That was something, she wanted to say, you never heard at a taco joint. Tacos were to be scarfed down fast & furious, not a one left on the plate at snack or dinner's end.

That was the freakin' culinary beauty of tacos, the controversial anthropologist Margaret Mead might've said.

Margaret was the one who first noted the similarities in appearance between the taco and a woman's privates - God's choicest morsel...

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He's walked into the role of Elder Statesman. We speak of Carlos Cascos, the former Cameron County Judge and ex-Texas Secretary of State. How visible he may be in Brownsville, well, we couldn't tell you.

We normally catch up with him on his busy Facebook page, where he tends to bring to light timely news and info of the day. We do chime-in from time to time. It's mostly a collection of his fans and well-wishers who show up to applaud his postings, rarely anything heady from any of them.

We're being factual, not mean.

Mr. Cascos tends to be the proverbial middle-of-the-roader these days. He's a Republican, but not necessarily a Trump MAGA Republican. Why he just doesn't hop back to his old Democrat Party is my mystery. I'd venture to say that Mr. Cascos is likely repulsed by Donald J. Trump and his ways. Just a guess there, but we're good at reading people after almost 30 years of doing it as a reporter.

Perhaps a bit of courting and a very damned public round of apologies from starchy Gilberto Hinojosa and the anachronistic Rio Grande Valley Democratic Party would help, although...

Well, sometimes you go down the road far enough and you just can't come back.

A statesman is allowed backward glances. His thoughts on the future of his party, Texas and the country would be welcomed, as well. I could tell you a story or two about his days as Secretary of State, but we were off-the-record in that lengthy conversation here not that long ago.

Maybe when the political winds are blowing just right...

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Friends and editors I have worked with know where I've been in Real Journalism. Fools who don't know me or believe this blog is all I am generally call me a "faker" or a bully or worse. One of those is Brownsville Blogger Jim Barton.

He's a layman, is what I would say. In news, I mean.

Barton has never worked in a newsroom, not even in a small one like that of The Brownsville Herald. I have done the daily job for The Associated Press in Denver, The Houston Post, The Boston Globe and The New York Post - all major, highly-competitive newsrooms serving a large number of readers in major markets.

Unaccomplished Barton likes to write I was there only "for a cup of coffee," meaning a short time, I take it. I guess almost 30 years of news reporting is a cup of coffee these days.

Nonsense. But what's he going to say to me when he has NOT ONE published article, no college degree, no degree in Journalism and no work with any professional editor? I feel sorry for the old guy, actually, but he's a hard-headed dude, so I occasionally do stomp on his ego.

I am a U.S. Navy veteran (Corpsman/Medic) and have a degree in Journalism - a requisite, by the way, when seeking jobs with major publications. Barton did not serve even though he was of draft age during the Vietnam Conflict. He has said his family moved to Brownsville from Washington state at about that time. That's a rare cross-country move, but he refuses to answer our questions about why. He does write about conscientious objectors from time to time, like when others are writing about or celebrating Memorial and Veterans Day.

This week, he posted a photo that included me and disgraced Republican Congressman George Santos, with lying Barton (shown bathing alfresco in photo at right) including text about "fakers" and alerting readers to such people.

I say fatso Jimmy Boy was only projecting.

He looks more like chubby George Santos than I do and, of course, we all know about Jim's fakery as a newsman in town. He even wore a homemade PRESS badge to a few pachangas during the last election.

Once, he wrote about being a "direct descendant" of American Red Cross founder Clara Barton. We looked into it and found out Clara never married and never had children, shacking up with some dude her entire adult life.

Barton next deleted the claim.

He's 75 years old, almost 76, and he's obviously not happy with the way he lived his life, one that had him employed by grocery stores, motels and shrimp boat unloading outfits at the Port of Brownsville. His insecurities include this: Barton lists himself as a "professional" on his Linkedin page.

Under a heading on the page where he was asked to list his interests, Barton posted a thumbnail photo of Kroger's logo.

Kroger's is a major grocery store upstate.

I've stopped visiting his blog for a variety of reasons. I know his usual lies about me. He's no writer in my book, and he has no concept of what makes for a good, useful news story. Barton simply does not know how to convey the elements, the basic 5Ws - the Who, What, Where, When & Why.

Not having any experience working with an editor hurts him, as it hurts his blogging pal, Jerry McHale. But McHale is just "goofin" at this point in is 74-year-old life.

Uneducated Barton actually thinks he's a writer and a newsman.

I hate to be the one to say it, but all he is...is a clown, a clown with a Blog...

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Reports tell us local Bon Vivant Ben Neece has died. At the gym, according to a posting on Pro-Mexicans Blogger Juan Montoya's blog. It's a sad, three-beer day in Browntown.

Neece apparently was working out at a local gym when a heart attack ended his life. A troubadour to the very meaning of the word, Neece tasted a bit of everything, goes the line on him from Downtown antros.

A skilled musician, legal mind and politician, Neece lived out loud before out loud was "in".

That one episode in which he was kidnapped in Africa serves as one of many scripted climaxes his adventurer's life delivered on his ass. Neece was not above or below any of it. He traveled across Europe and deep into Mexico to get his natural mortal highs and lows. Eclipses thrilled him like Big Ones thrill most hetero men in local topless bars.

Once, he sat through a female fistfight at a local bar. 

We would say that he will be missed, but little ever is missed in hard-edged Brownsville.

Bang the drum slowly...    

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TACO TUESDAY out...

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SUN BEAMS:..."Never Mind The Pain"...

 

By DUARDO PAZ-MARTINEZ

RIO GRANDE CITY, Texas |...Well, there had been a load of good times, a beautiful evening here and there. He knew that and could still bring back images from the best moments of their relationship.

Ranch hand Joe Ramirez had bought her a rather expensive ring on holiday sale at the fancy shopping mall jewelry store right before Christmas that one year. She'd expressed the usual initial shock, followed by the open-mouth joy one imagines is the pleasure in such gift-giving.

He'd worked on her car a few times. That yard kept its pretty face thanks to his mowing and landscaping. The flower bed had matured as if to beautify and nothing else. He'd done that and so much more without pay or complaint for her, 'cause, if it had been all about him, well, none of that would have been part of his life. But a confident, grounded man does usually that and more for a woman he likes.

For one he loves, he'll do the spectacular.

Joe was running that full-across his brain as the dusty dirt road ahead began to curve northward onto the two-lane highway that headed up to the ranch. Someday, he'd come back to ask about her.

Not anytime soon, he told himself. Work on the ranch is seasonal and uncompromising. Time would tell.

A break-up, if it has any shot at make-up, must suffer itself out...

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[EDITOR'S NOTE:...This one drags longer in its original version. Part of the short story collection...]

SUN RECORDS:...Newsroom Jukebox..."Getting Ready For Christmas Day"...

SUN BEAMS:..."Third Tourist From The Left"...

 

By DUARDO PAZ-MARTINEZ

SAN BENITO, Texas |...Nightfall crawled heavy in dark-black, half-colored by the day's grief and hassles, finished off with the angered brush strokes of black & blue pain. Few in town drifted out after dark feeling good about doing it. The damned job was a drag, paid peanuts and the boss was always hitting on the gals, went the line from one end of town to the other.

You could cut the air with a fingernail. A whispered word of complaint went a long way.

Some locals said the mess was because too many residents were in the red with God.

Others, the older ones with longer, harsher memories, said it was all because of a curse leftover from the days of the mean White settlers who raped and murdered the pretty Native Mexican women. The Mexican face was not what it had once been. Noses and lips knew it.

Still others blamed it on the bad, killing booze supplied by the unclean, cash-strapped mojados in what they called old bottles of rot-gut whiskey. Cheap, horse urine-laced beer was being trucked-in from the sticks.

A few said little about it, fully believing that enough bullshit flowed through town that to say anything else would only add to the horrible portrait of the town known well to others living better elsewhere.

The year was ending, and, for many, that was a good thing. An ever-rewarding God still made the new day full of promise, the old ones meant solely for the dust-covered ledger of bygone memories. You could sit down with the neighbor or the wife and hear stories. 

Licha's Lounge had emptied slowly, and it was a hard-coughing and the flicking of a cigarette lighter outside that offered the night a soulful soundtrack to something or another...

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[EDITOR'S NOTE:...An excerpt from a longer version in the collection...]

BLOGGERS:...No Shows After Humiliating 49-21 Brownsville Veterans High State Playoffs Loss...Losers Want Nothing To Do With Losing...

 

By DUARDO PAZ-MARTINEZ

BROWNSVILLE, Texas |...Maybe it is as they say - Losers hate losing. Or perhaps it's just another example of a dusty, border community not ever facing its failures. This falling town could use some balls.

For two long weeks, it rallied loud & proud around the Brownsville Veterans Memorial High School football team performing like out-of-towners. The young Chargers were everywhere in Brownsville, on T-shirts, posters and in daily conversation at bars and restaurants.

We are in the state playoffs, they all crowed.

In the freakin' semifinals. One victory from the State Finals at AT&T Stadium in Arlington - home field of the Dallas Cowboys.

Leading the winner's choir were the local bloggers.

All pushed the team onward, some with photos and stories, others with photo montages. The Chargers had them on their side like beans lining up with any Mexican lunch plate in town. Go Chargers, they bellowed.

This came freely after the over-achieving Chargers beat the then-undefeated, state-ranked PSJA North Raiders on their home field and after the Chargers beat vaunted, also unbeaten Corpus Christi Miller at home in front of more than 10,000 rabid supporters.

The opportunistic bloggers filled their online pages with glowing, gasping reports of the coming possibilities. The Chargers can do it, they went on. They can win STATE!!!

But the Chargers faltered badly against bigger, faster Smithson Valley last Friday, eliminated convincingly in a 49-21 thrashing that actually was worse than the score may indicate. Well, it was 49-0 in the fourth quarter, the Chargers managing three scores against second- and third-stringers thrown-in by the sympathetic Rangers coaches.

The loss was felt by those Chargers backers who'd made the hours-long drive to Corpus Christi, who filled their side of the stadium, who cheered from the opening play to the last one. They were there.

Bloggers took it up the wazoo like a Boy's Town prostitute and said nothing.

There would be no stories full of killer adjectives or fighting verbs. Blogger Juan Montoya (shown in photo below) posted a photo of the game crowd with the silly "Fue horrible, Fue horrible" headline. It was a horrible defeat, but Montoya, the only local blogger with actual newsroom experience, left it at that.

Blogger Jerry McHale, shown in photo atop this post, said nothing. The usually effusive 74-year-old posted nothing. He was spent, perhaps. Or maybe he is one of those locals who run from anything resembling defeat, because they are losers.

McHale had thrown the Chargers on his back for two weeks, posting a string of positive write-ups and photos. He was going with them all the way to state. Sucking success, we would say, is his cheap style.

That pathetic approach also applies to his perennial blogging shadow Jim Barton, shown above in photo at right, who also posted nothing about the Smithson Valley game. The 75-year-old had even taken his readers to Parker County's Aledo, Texas in the Dallas-For-Worth Metroplex for a looksee at the potential State Finals opponent for the BVM Chargers.

On the defeat, nothing came from house husband Barton, owner of an unsightly Dairy Neck and Trump-like Little Hands.

Like a lost fool, he opted to go downtown and take photos of old local fuckers standing at corner intersections, as if that's where the day's news lived. Barton has no Real Journalism experience.

There would be no finale report, no haunting coda to this story from these boys.

The mighty Chargers had been beaten and these mediocre bloggers, especially Elderly-About-Town Blogger McHale and No-College, No Job Barton, were not about to share any sort of responsibility in that embarrassing disaster.

They've lost for so long that they'll fight it from here on out...

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PLAYOFFS:......Clock Strikes Midnight For Brownsville Vets In Semifinals Loss to Smithson Valley...Down 49-0, They Lose 49-21...

 

By DUARDO PAZ-MARTINEZ

CORPUS CHRISTI, Texas |...Cinderella walked home. Well, walked off the football field here in the form of the Brownsville Veterans Memorial Chargers, losers in Friday's Texas high school Division 5A semifinals to the dominant Smithson Valley Rangers, 49-21.

The final score told only one story.

This much-anticipated game was over at halftime, Smithson Valley leading 35-0 by then after scoring all five times it had the ball in the first half. When it received the kickoff for the start of the second half, Smithson Valley's senior wide receiver Cole Freund ran it back all the way.

42-0.

The lead grew to 49-0, as Brownsville Head Coach J.C. Ramirez stubbornly clung to a running game that was stopped over and over and over. Ultimately, the Vets would score on the ground, but that would come late in the fourth quarter against Smithson Valley second-stringers.

As advertised and noted in newspaper write-ups before the contest, it was the Rangers vaunted running attack that dominated the line of scrimmage from the very beginning. Smithson Valley scored touchdowns on all five drives in the first half, using mostly end sweeps to find the end zone.

Perhaps it was the clearly-visible energy brought to the game by the Rangers, but Vets players - on offense and defense - looked lethargic. The fire seen in Vets QB Storm Montoya (shown in photo above) in the previous two come-from-behind games wasn't there. In fact, he was harried, hurried, harassed and harpooned by Smithson Valley's defensive line, one play in which Montoya was viciously slammed to the turf symbolic of his long night for the Brownsville eleven.

Enter backup QB Cesar Sosa.

The night's only bright spot for the over-matched Vets was the play of senior jitterbug receiver Gilbert Trillo. He seemed to find yardage every time he was handed the football, scoring two of Brownsville three touchdowns, this after the game had been settled, however.  

All in all, it was a proud run into the state semifinals for the Rio Grande Valley squad, which finished the season with a respectable 12-3 record. The Rangers now play the tough Aledo Bearcats in the Finals at AT&T Stadium in Arlington. Powerhouse Aledo easily beat Forney yesterday to remain undefeated and in line for its 12th state title. Smithson Valley is 14-1 after beating Brownsville.

There will be talk. No one likes to lose. Stadium boobirds and loud couch critics back home always get their say. But reaching the state semifinals is some accomplishment for the gutsy Valley squad. There should be no hanging of the heads or expressions of regret. The game is decided on the field and the field action said Smithson Valley won the game. Coaching decisions - the game plans - are on the coaches.

"We made history, even though we did not get the outcome today, but we made history in Brownsville," Chargers senior linebacker Jaime Martinez told a reporter for RGV Sports.

History can be fun or cruel.

Like wins and losses in high school football...

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...ROUGH ROAD TO THE FINALS:...Gutty Brownsville Vets...It's The Only Story In Town...This Will Not Be A Game For Mom Or Grandma...

 

By DUARDO PAZ-MARTINEZ

CORPUS CHRISTI, Texas |...That cool, rarified December air and a much-better opponent. Ingredients for a blowout, sure. The third part of that equation being bitter defeat.

That's what the smart boys at TexasFootball.com are saying about tonight's Class 5A, semifinals tussle at Buccaneer Stadium between the upstart Brownsville Veterans Memorial High Chargers and the more-accomplished Smithson Valley Rangers.

It's Game Time for a trip to the Finals at AT&T Stadium, home of the Dallas Cowboys.

Smithson Valley (13-1) is favored. Brownsville Vets (12-2) has been dissed before.

The perennial contender Rangers are supposed to have a clearcut advantage at quarterback (Ryland Walker, shown in photo above) and at running back. Vets will rise or hang with headstrong QB Storm Montoya and defensive stalwart Jaime Martinez. It should be, we say, one of those wild, up and down the field shootouts, perhaps even a bloodied one.

Both teams came from behind to win their last game, Smithson Valley over A&M Consolidated and Brownsville over Corpus Christi Miller.

This is THE STORY in Brownsville...and across the Rio Grande Valley, a city and region used to being routinely whipped by upstate schools year after year after year. It's been 62 years since the fabled Donna Redskins won the only state championship won by a Valley squad. Ironically, like the Vets, Donna High carried two defeats into the playoffs, ultimately beating Quanah High at Memorial Stadium in Austin behind steady QB Luz Pedraza and non-nonsense linebacker Freddie Edwards.

Seasoned pundits at TexasFootball.com say Smithson Valley's ball-control style of play, along with better overall talent will see the Rangers leave the field with a victory.

But what's on paper doesn't always tell the story. Scripts can go bonkers between the sidelines. Big Plays tend to be the deciders in these late-season games. Drive and emotion can indeed take you to the summit of Mt. Kilimanjaro.

These Brownsville Vets have over-achieved all season, especially after early-season losses to San Benito and lowly PSJA. That victory two weeks ago over unbeaten, state-ranked PSJA North seems to have been the catalyst for where the team is now, showing-off and riding the playoff crest.

Beating also-undefeated, favored Corpus Christi Miller at home last weekend pumped some can-do into Coach J.C. Ramirez's charges.

Can Brownsville maintain the superiority? It scored all of its points in the second half after being down 21-0 at the start of the fateful third quarter to Miller. That was all-guts, all want-to.

Tonight's game may not be for Mom or Grandma as the boys brawl on the field, the championship-starved Vets not going away easy, their hunger evident from the opening play. As for the halftime score, well, we say it will not be very meaningful in this game. Second-half roars have been the norm for Brownsville Vets. Expect it one more time. 

KNOW THIS:...Tonight's game is not simply Vets vs. another team.

This will be Vets vs. History, a genuine moment in time...

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TARGETING:...Brownsville Blogger Is "Dummy Of The Week"...Horse-Collars Aledo, Texas For No Reason...

 

By DUARDO PAZ-MARTINEZ

BROWNSVILLE, Texas |...The dude just doesn't know football. That would be one Jim Barton, shown in photo above looking like Vince Lombardi. Well, no. But he tries once more to be the newsman he'll never be.

Barton is acting demographer in tearing down Aledo, Texas in his latest post, his unstructured mess couched in terms of the unbeaten, 11-time champion Aledo High Bearcats possibly being Brownsville Veterans Memorial High's next opponent for the state title if the local Chargers can get past favored Smithson Valley tomorrow night in Corpus Christi.

Talk about "targeting."

The 75-year-old Barton, owner of an unsightly Dairy Neck, has taken time to tell us what he thinks of tiny Aledo. It is racist, he just about says - this using only an anecdote from 30 years ago! Barton and wife Nenny, with son James, better known in Brownsville as Diego Lee Rot, lived up Aledo way and apparently received some communication from AISD to the effect that education for their son would be a bear in the Parker County town.

Who knows if young Barton attended school there (it's a wealthy community, and Jimmy does not say), or whether the kid graduated from high school or college. Dad Barton did NOT go or graduate from college, working mostly minimum wage jobs throughout his adult life.

At present, Jimmy is a house husband with wife support. She works; he does not.

What he doesn't say in his slam job is that Aledo, just west of Fort Worth, is much like other wealthy Dallas/Fort Worth towns that drew from White Flight out of Big D in the late 1970s and 1980s. Frisco grew that way, as did Plano and Southlake.

The Chargers (12-2) are focused on Smithson Valley (13-1), as they should be.

Old Man Barton as always gets ahead of himself, but that may be an age thing.

Why don't you tell us more? Tell us about how Aledo High has won 11 state championships (there has been only one in the Rio Grande Valley: Donna High in 1961) when its population is barely 5,000 (smaller than La Feria). That is some accomplishment, we would say.

It is a second-tier, Division 5A school and the Aledo Bearcats do not play powerhouse 6A teams such as Duncanville, DeSoto, Galena Park North Shore or even Austin Westlake. They are dominant in their own bracket, however.

And they do get the players, even as small as it is. Recruiting high school athletes is illegal, but somehow talented Black players end up playing for Aledo High. Former Texas Longhorns Running Back Jonathan Gray starred at Aledo, as did Jase McCallister, now at Alabama. Jobs for parents is what gets these superstar kids to Aledo.

There is a movement at the Texas Legislature on a Bill that would allow high school athletes to transfer from one school to another without violating University Interscholastic League (UIL) rules and regulations. It is, we're told, still in committee discussions.

Frankly, again I find Barton's cheap, shallow diatribe disturbing in that he merely hangs his story on the "class thing." It is as if he is envious of the Aledo model. The town is still so out of the metroplex way that it can exist on its own terms. A wife says, "Hon, your hands smell like pussy." No, he answers, "Horses". You move to small, outlier Aledo because you want to; it has little industry and remains largely a bedroom community for professionals earning their cash in the neighboring Big Cities.

What that has to do with high school football only small-minded Jimmy Barton knows.

I've been there, back when I was a student at UT-Arlington and, more recently, when we lived in Fort Worth and I wrote for D Magazine in Dallas.

We never, ever cease to be amazed at this untrained/uneducated blogger's take on the day's news. He seems to make it a game to go off the rails and type up some obtuse angle on the story of the day. That's the brain working, you know. What he doesn't get is that he forever misses the point of conveying useful information. For that failing, we point to his lack of a formal education.

And, yeah, we wonder what Jimmy Boy would have written about the geography setting home to Smithson Valley High.

That would have been better than a cowardly horse-collar tackle on Aledo...

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SUN RECORDS:...Newsroom Jukebox..."Navidad Sin Ti"...

STORY OF THE YEAR:...Or, Really, "The Non-Story Of The Year"...Bad Bloggers' Dumbass Welding Recital...A Loser...

 

By DUARDO PAZ-MARTINEZ

BROWNSVILLE, Texas |...It came roughly at the tail-end of our relentless hot summer, a story with so much promise and one that failed miserably. Two of this star-crossed city's bloggers - 74year-old Jerry "Fredo" McHale and Dairy Neck Jim Barton - fully believed they'd collared an award-winner.

Two students of the Texas Southmost College's welding program were angry.

The bloggers, neither with any semblance of Big Time journalism experience, would make things right for them. Or so they thought.

The ear-splitting welding recital they offered has long since died down into a last-tapped key on an out-of-tune piano, a coda befitting the massive, pathetic failure of the bloggers.

Things were rotten at TSC, they crowed and crowed for long weeks of diarrhea-like postings. Dairy Neck Barton (shown in photo at right below) typed away and Fredo McHale (shown below at left) sang his own nastiness alongside. The college had let the students down, and even a tech administrator was joining the accusations parade.

The bloggers called him "Rambo," as if to legitimize his bitching.

Rambo split there near the end of their typing. And that was perhaps expected from a disgruntled educator not quite happy with his lot in life and at the junior college. They say there's always a rotten apple or two in every academic setting. The over-matched bloggers never saw that as a possibility.

They would ignore other signs of their errors in news judgment.

But neither 75-year-old Barton nor McHale has any experience in the news business. They charted a losing sophomoric course that soon left them beached on the wrong beachhead.

Nonetheless, they typed away like crazed losers.

Neither of the two blind sleuths bothered to call or visit senior TSC administrators. School President Jesus Rodriguez was available if only they'd pick up the phone or drop in on his campus office. So were members of the TSC Board of Trustees, all of them well-known to the hopelessly errant bloggers.

Two of the boardmembers - Tony Zavaleta and Chair Adela Garza - were saying little about the blog-only controversy. But they may have answered the silly bloggers' questions had they only received them. Not one ever came.

As things happened, it was only a chance meeting at the eatery Cobbleheads that saw McHale attempt to pose his questions. It was the wrong time. Zavaleta told him to get lost in harsh Spanish lingo. The unexpected response angered the touchy McHale enough that he scooted home and posted a biting version of the meeting.

Zavaleta would later question McHale's self-serving account.

But the hard-headed boys kept typing their anti-TSC stories, never a one armed with proper sourcing of the pertinent officials in the fictional tale they unfolded like sliced feces.

Ultimately, their stab at importance died a needed death.

McHale and Barton had nothing on the college, nothing worthy of ceaseless banter that arrived as if something more serious. It wasn't.

But the lack of Journalism training/education kept the duo going in the wrong direction.

They never grabbed angles that would have tightened the story. Their nasal spray approach wasn't getting it done, only the two never saw it. A real newspaper editor would have cut them off at the knees after two or three postings. But the editor also would have sent them along with instructions on how to nail down their allegations.

This mess was just two boys throwing rocks just because they had rocks to throw.

To its credit, TSC never publicly acknowledged anything about the errant story or the dumb bloggers.

To their lesser credits, unaccomplished Bloggers McHale and Barton have not posted another word about the college's welding program or its administrators.

It is, however, still hanging like a heavy anvil around both of their slumping necks.

It's hard to forget Bad Journalism...

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WHEELHOUSE ROMANCE: ...One Morning On Facebook...

 

By DUARDO PAZ-MARTINEZ

McALLEN, Texas |...And I write that with a coast-to-coast smile of the sort you last saw when you entered that motel for the first time, all aglow. The photo you see above was Emailed to me by a woman in search of, well, love.

There were others a bit more revealing, but this one captures, I suppose, the mood of her desires.

This was a few days back, and she eventually departed my Facebook friends corral with, as I recall, no hard feelings. I could tell you a bit more about her, but I won't.

For me, it's just a looksee into what makes people tick, what makes them do the things they do. Most of the time, you have no real idea about such things.

(That's me in photo below with my morning coffee at my favorite local breakfast restaurant.)

But, yeah, it's something of a quite heartening wheelhouse comfort to know that anyone out there would want to send me sexy photos. Me. Of all people. Of all men. Me.

Lord knows I've been around the block and have even fallen off a few beds and likely have one or two or three women out there who met me and likely would ask me into their homes.

Another two would call the cops and a few might even say they were the one for moi, as the French like to say. And, yes, it's the Holiday Season and I use this to again note that it's been a neat year for muh, as the real cowboys say over in San Angelo, where, sure, I once met a real doll of a western chick.

Someday I'll write it all out of my head.

Perhaps when they wheel me into the "Life Is Just A One Night Stand Nursing Home" somewhere near Wimberley...

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TACO TUESDAY:...I Said, "No Parking, Ese"...Clown Blogger Jim Barton...Harlingen Mayor Rocks!!!...Total Dud Norman Esquivel.....Funny Face Eddie Garcia.....Obsolete Blogger El Jerry McHale...Bad Candidate Mauro Garza Is Missing...

 

By DUARDO PAZ-MARTINEZ

BROWNSVILLE, Texas |...The place was open for business. Very, very visible signs on the property told all vehicles stashed however-temporarily in its parking spots would be towed. And still they came. When the tow trucks arrived, owners of the loitering cars and trucks bitched to the high Heavens.

Welcome to Brownsville, Home of The Valley's Pussies.

Staff at Las Palmas Bakery was quickly targeted and cursed after management called tow trucks to rid themselves of the interlopers and opened spots for its customers. The bitching was loud and all over the Internet.

One called for a "boycott" of the popular bakery, citing expenses totaling $200 and $300 for motorists forced to pay for retrieval of their impounded vehicles. It was a weepy scene worthy of a massive, flooding effluent leak at the city's sewer treatment plant.

At the heart of the story was a football game at nearby Sams Stadium, where parking is said to be another Hispanic weakness here. Eager fans scurried about the neighborhood, some paying private homeowners to park their cars on their property. For a few non-taxable dollars, you see.

The crisis seemed to settle when people were told Las Palmas Bakery was not closed for business while the Brownsville Veterans Memorial High football team dispatched with the visiting Corpus Christi Miller High Buccaneers in excitable playoffs play.

Ah, Brownsville. Always the boring crybaby.

Suck it up, vatos locos!

And pay for your parking. Everybody elsewhere in the RGV pays. You want something free, go donate your body to science, the way Clown Blogger Jim Barton did when he handed over his wife Nenny's body to scalpel-equipped researchers back in April of 2018.

It cost him not a single penny to park her at the morgue...

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Clown Blogger Jim Barton, he of the large, fleshy Dairy Neck, did us a huge favor yesterday by alerting our readers to the arrival of this popular feature while he, presumably, sits for his daily Sitz bath. The ass is tough on 75-year-olds, yes. Push it out, Jimmy Boy. That avocado turd will slide right out.

Barton is this blog's only out-of-his-gourd enemy.

The unaccomplished House Husband on Wife Support (she works; he doesn't), keeps a steady eye on this blog, often submitting profanity-filled anonymous comments about my late mother and my hometown, the lovely City of Palms. Fatboy Barton labels McAllen as being "dusty."

Well, dusty he should know dust firsthand, living in that cheap-ass apartment that is probably rent-subsidized. He'd never say. Of course not. No college for this uneducated bloke. And maybe not even a high school diploma. We keep asking him and he turns his back on facts. No military service, either.

He does praise conscientious objectors at every turn, like at every veteran's holiday on the calendar.

But the mystery we want solved is the one related to his donation to science. No, not any $100 bill, but his late-wife Nenny's body. Barton turned it over without shedding a tear, we hear. Did it like taking the dog out in the county for a dump...and driving away without Fido.

Oh, he throws out the stuff about how it was Nenny's idea, only Nenny's not around to confirm or deny.

How convenient, eh Jimmy Boy? Man, you lucked out when death silenced her.

We say don't waste another second of your remaining time on The McAllen Sun. Man up and tell it like it is, brother. Too many people in town knew Nenny, and many of them do not believe that she would wish to go that way. A nice, choreographed traditional burial at the City Cemetery is what most envision for her. She was a doll of an employee at Model Cleaners, where customers raved about her.

Did you get any compliments while doing the Graveyard Shift at that cheap motel that paid you a minimum wage? Probably not, we'd say.

Clownish Barton wants desperately to be a credible "newsman," but he simply does not have the personal élan and the savoir-faire of a big leaguer. Photos of himself often show him popeyed and befuddled (see above). When he writes about politics, he comes across as a political primitive.

No formal education does that to a grown man,

But, hey, do keep promoting us, lad. You seem to have nothing better to do...

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The lady has a nice touch. We speak of Harlingen Mayor Norma Sepulveda, a public servant forever ready to praise and support city employees. If it's not the economic development team, it's the police or fire departments. Here, in the photo above, she dropped kind words for the City Parks Department, the dudes assigned the often-thankless duty of maintaining resident playgrounds.

Way to go, Mayor!

We enjoy seeing your visits to local downtown businesses. It is a move also favored by McAllen Mayor Javier Villalobos, but one not seen in Brownsville Mayor John Cowen - perhaps because Downtown Brownsville is dead.

Well, we're due for a trip to Brownsville, so we'll be reporting from the scene of a Rio Grande Valley area rarely praised elsewhere in the RGV. Perhaps we'll run into familiar faces.

In any case, paying due respect to city workers is always a winner.

Maybe that's why Harlingen's parks are so well-maintained and always in tip-top shape...

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We had been looking for a photo of Republican Constable Norman Esquivel and, lo and behold, we found one. That's Norman at right in photo above, walking the Border Wall for exercise.

You remember Esquivel. He was the one singled out by a Florida right-wing group for receipt of a $15,000 donation, or about that, mostly in high-powered weapons and combat gear. Esquivel saw the donation bounce on the floor at the Cameron County Commissioner's Court, when County Judge Eddie Trevino, a Democrat, slowed down the acceptance.

Well, Norman finally got the stuff.

But we've not heard a word from him since. Do constables not have be media-literate? Does this guy speak English? He appeared at county court to see the donation offered by Right-winger John Rourke, but he said nothing.

Oh, well. That's him in the photo above. Say hello to him if you see him in town.

We couldn't tell you if he has the social graces to reply...

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Eddie Garcia. Man, what a face! Is it a face? Guess so, but that's one helluva lot of flesh, dude. Looks a lot like Filipina ass, copper brown and with plenty of excitable folds.

Garcia is a former cop and current schoolboard trustee who wants to be the next tax assessor. Well, in the next election. He's dreaming, of course. A very experienced dude named Yzaguirre holds down that post and he's not giving it up just because Fast Eddie wants it.

No, Eddie Garcia can glo soak his face in Epsom Salts to reduce the fleshiness and then strike out for the campaign trail. Voters are not going for a cat with a face that looks like two tamales de masa side-by-side. Cheeky as all get-out, but wildly unattractive in campaign posters.

Politics is all about looks.

If we at The McAllen Sun can describe you in harsh terms, then you're not attractive enough.

We hate to say it, but Fat-jowls Eddie Garcia looks more like a downtown sidewalk-walking cop than a serious taxman...Yzaguirre in a landslide, but only because he's the however-also-weird-looking incumbent.

Finally on this ambitious dolt, it appears his meddling episode with that district food service worker is not over. Pro-Mexicans Blogger Juan Montoya posted an update this fine, fine Ayem, one in which the department director sets it down in writing. Her administrative version anyway. Waiting on Eddie Garcia's vato-take, yes.

We're only bothered by the fact that local Trump activist Susan Ruvalcaba was behind the jab at an investigation. That sucks the air out of the big, fat balloon, Monty...  

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Blogger Jerry "Fredo" McHale, the ever-bragging former Brownsville Herald sportswriter (one year, back in the late 1970s!) sucked as reporter of the biggest football game ever played in town. He was largely a no-show in the game reporting, availed himself of other writers' work and generally ceded any sort of ground he may have wished to claim.

The high school Chargers played the game of their young lives in whipping unbeaten Corpus Christi Miller at Sams Stadium last Friday, but conchudo McHale was taking the weekend off. That's him in the silly bowling shirt in photo above. Probably a birthday gift from his ex, La Claudia.

We admit to expecting some spectacular reporting on the game by Fredo McHale, if only because California Mac tells us he's the greatest local writer, tells us this every day. But maybe those days are gone, like long gone. He's aging fast, like a slice of avocado.

Lately, he dips into topics and issues of the day here as if dipping a day-old tortilla chip into older bean dip. Where was the writing he forever praises? The self-published novelist not interested in chronicling the city's Event-of-The-Year? Is he spent? McHale is now 74 years old, an old codger who'd probably rather sleep than create.

He does seem to be slowing down.

And it appears he has dropped fellow unaccomplished Clown Blogger Jim Barton (shown with wife Nenny at left). It's been weeks since doddering, visibly-elderly McHale included one of older Jimmy Boy's "reports" on his fading blog. We used to play their blogging game, but, man, we love to compete...and they don't.

McHale and Barton, especially, do not.

It is a Quilting Club relationship that they covet. "Here," Barton will say, "...I'll praise you and then you praise me, okay, Fredo?"

No, it's not okay.

Compete, MOFOS!

Be the club, as they say in pro golf.

Being comadres is for Old Fucks. Oh, okay...

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We humbly ask: Has anyone heard from Mauro "Moonpie" Garza? He is a Republican candidate for the party's 34th Congressional District nomination and, well, his camp must have turned out the lights and gone to bed. He's nowhere, saying nothing, being absent from the fray.

Mauro may know what we know: that Republican sweetheart Mayra Flores will take him down and win when the vote is counted in next March's party primary. Too bad. The Raymondville Flash broke fast a few months ago when he announced his campaign...and then fizzled, evaporated like a bead of perspiration on a hot, August day.

Put the pastry down, dude.

Say adios, Mauro. Say it loud, hambone.

There, he said it. Weakly, barely audible, but he said it.

If it sounded lame, well, that's just bucolic Mauro being bucolic Mauro...

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 Taco Tuesday out...

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SUN BEAMS:..."Christmas In New Mexico"...

 

By DUARDO PAZ-MARTINEZ

SANTA FE, New Mexico |...Monique had finished stringing the new Christmas lights full-across the fence by the time Patrick came home from feeding the cows in the Back-40 pasture.

"Nice," he'd said to her as they stood in their small kitchen, both looking out the small window toward the property's aging back fence.

And then she'd let out a whoop and a holler when she plugged the extension cord into an electrical outlet and the lights had burst forth as if some collection of energized lightning bugs. This would be their first Christmas together after a tumultuous romance that had seen Monique split for Texas and stay there for almost a year.

Patrick had gone after her and even survived a weird crash on a Texas highway, but their reunion had gone badly and he'd come home to New Mexico by himself. Monique had left her mother's house west of Fort Worth and taken a waitress job at a Dallas country & western honky tonk bar.

The moon had worked wonders and she'd one day up-and-driven herself back to his place.

Here, they busied themselves at being nice and warmy to each other, Patrick loving her as much as he'd ever loved her and Monique working him over with her kind of love, the best kind, is what she would have said about it.

"Christmas concert in town tomorrow night," he was telling her as she began to tidy-up the kitchen ahead of supper.

"We should go," she replied, nodding.

Patrick no longer wondered about his coming weeks and months. His feeling was he'd been alone long enough, and Monique coming back was some sort of strong signal that by his side is where she belonged.

"By the way, what's for dinner?" he asked, not really caring about what she might be serving.

"Check out the crock pot," she told him. Pot roast was his favorite supper during the winter months.

"And for dessert?" he asked, getting only a sexy wink, which told him everything he needed to know, about her and about her love for him...

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[EDITOR'S NOTE:...This one from a pile of short stories written when I was in lovely New Mexico, the Land of Enchantment...] 

REPUBLICANS:...State Party Refuses To Ban Neo-Nazism And Antisemite Language... Local GOP Chair Disagrees With Odd Take On Clearly Racist Lingo...

 

By DUARDO PAZ-MARTINEZ

BROWNSVILLE, Texas|...The socio-political detritus known as Nick Fuentes is doing just fine spreading Neo-Nazism and antisemitism as if no one will ever contest him and his diseased ilk. He's got the full ear of the Texas Republican Party, it appears.

The statewide political organization recently opted not to bar the racist language being spread willy-nilly by Fuentes (shown at center in photo above) and his supporters.

Morgan Cisneros Graham, chair of the Cameron County Republican Party and a member of the statewide committee, disagreed.

This excerpt from a report by texastribune.org: [ Other committee members questioned how their colleagues could find words like "antisemitism" too vague, despite frequently lobbing it and other terms at their political opponents.

"I just don’t understand how people who routinely refer to others as leftists, liberals, communists, socialists and RINOs ('Republicans in Name Only') don’t have the discernment to define what a Nazi is," committee member Morgan Cisneros Graham (shown in photo at right) told the Tribune after the vote. ]

Language is a useful tool for those who can craft it for their own definitions and use. Fuentes is an expert at wording racism and bigotry, and now the Texas Republican Party has essentially endorsed his manner of fashioning hate.

It's a wonderment, yes.

But it won't stop until someone either gets hurt or a political body has the organizational balls to put a stop to it. Fuentes speaks the lingo of today's GOP, its so-called MAGA wing at least. This is the same Fuentes who has even dined with Republican Fuhrer Donald J. Trump at Mar-a-Lago, fer chrissakes.

That Ms. Cisneros Graham voiced incontrovertible opposition is a Big Plus for mainstream, Traditional Republicans, that however-smaller, more-reserved wing of the GOP.

There is no indication that Trump and his many followers want any sort of other conversation. Social Division is selling within the party and its vision of America.

We do heartily applaud Morgan, yes...

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SUN BEAMS:..."Riding The Open Range"...

 

By DUARDO PAZ-MARTINEZ

FORT SUMNER, New Mexico |...There were a good 25 or 30 miles to go before we'd hit the next town of any size, one we'd not seen on the map. It was a tiny speck of a rural community, home to perhaps two dozen hardscrabble people, most of them working for the region's big rancher.

But it did have a roadside gas station and small general store, and, well, that's all we needed for the moment.

Some good hotel was much farther up the highway, and we'd stay there. Stopping by an old store had its charm, and so I spent a long hour just hanging out and talking to the couple behind the counter.

There were lonely aisles of the old kind running across the store's dusty wooden floor, with droopy shelves full of old oil cans from another era and dog food and bags of peanut brittle and sunflower seeds.

My girlfriend Clara found some once-bright, now totally faded orange plastic-framed sunglasses she wore out of the store, while I grabbed a few bags of chips and a bottle of water.

Outside, I filled the truck's gas tank and was about to get in to drive away. Something led me back inside the old store, however. And when I again stood in front of the aging counter, I mentioned to the friendly couple that it sure had to be a great thing, something special, to live with such peacefulness.

"It must be really quiet at night," I went on.

The old man nodded and said it had been just that for his last 45-50 years in town. I said that was wild and the old lady said she'd likely go crazy after one hour in the city.

I smiled and then all three of us laughed aloud...

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[EDITOR'S NOTE:...There is a longer version of this short story, with imagery of rolling, miles-long conversation and rural radio playing in the background, that sort of reading stuff...]

NCAA:...Horns in College Football Playoffs!...To Face Undefeated Washington In Semis...Alabama Takes On Michigan In Other Game...

 

By DUARDO PAZ-MARTINEZ

AUSTIN, Texas |...Horns in, Horns in!!! A nod from the NCAA's College Football Playoff (CFP) selection committee has the Texas Longhorns playing for the National Championship. They now join Michigan, Washington and Alabama in the four-team two-game tournament.

The news came Sunday.

Out are season-long #1 Georgia and undefeated Florida State. Both had been earmarked for the football Final Four. Georgia's loss - its only one of the season - to Alabama on Saturday was enough to see them lose out on the big-money payout.

Florida State, it says here, suffered from what is commonly known as "strength of schedule;" that is, it played lesser foes than the Longhorns and Alabama.

This from espn.com: [ Michigan, Washington, Texas and Alabama have been selected by the College Football Playoff committee to vie for the national championship.

That means Florida State (No. 5) and Georgia (No. 6), two teams with compelling arguments for playoff inclusion, are instead on the outside looking in.

The Wolverines and Huskies as undefeated conference champions were considered virtual shoo-ins to make the CFP. Michigan is in the playoff for the third straight year. Washington, on the other hand, has been in the CFP only once before, losing in the semifinals in the 2016 season. ]

Howls will come from Tallahassee as early as this afternoon. Georgia had it all in its hands, and lost it in one game, its season-ending SEC championship loss to Alabama.

For Texas, it is a return to the Big Time after almost 12 years of mediocrity. It will face the undefeated Washington Huskies in the semi-finals, with Bama taking on undefeated Michigan.

It'll be Party Time in Austin today...

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BUOYS SAGA:...Federal Court Orders ASAP Removal Of Rio Grande Buoys Seen By Abbott As Great Deterrent To Border Migrants...Ha Ha...

 

By DUARDO PAZ-MARTINEZ

McALLEN, Texas |...The thing looked like a long floating baked Cheeto. There it was in the very middle of the passive Rio Grande, helping, it was said daily at the governor's office, stem the influx of immigrants coming to the southern border.

It cost $850,000.

And who knows if it helped stop the "invasion" Texas Gov. Greg Abbott feared like a sumbitch.

But the 1,000 or so feet of orange-colored buoys must now go.

This from texastribune.org: [ The Fifth Circuit Court of Appeals ordered Texas on Friday to remove the floating barrier it deployed in the Rio Grande at Eagle Pass this summer, affirming a lower court’s ruling.

In a 2-1 decision, the court found that the river is navigable where the barrier was placed and that it is "an obstruction," meaning that Texas needed to receive permission from the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers - which regulates activities in waterways and wetlands under federal law - before deploying it.

Judge Don Willett, a Trump appointee, was the dissenting vote in the ruling, arguing that the Rio Grande cannot accommodate commercial boat traffic and is therefore not navigable.

Texas argued that the barrier was also meant to save lives and force migrants to cross the border at ports of entry, but Willet said Texas hasn’t proved that’s the case. ]

The silly buoys, lined-up in the middle of the river, have been there since early last summer. They even led to a protest by neighboring Mexico and a time or two floated over to the Mexican half of the Rio Grande.

Saw-like blades in the buoy construction also drew protest and condemnation.

Abbott has made immigration - and really immigration at the border - his signature project. Often, he decries (in a steady whine) inaction by the federal government, even as he knows the U.S. Border Patrol is on-station 365 days of the year...

Buoys, it says here, always were a silly, cockamamie idea...

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SUN BEAMS:..."Birds Of The American West"...

 

By DUARDO PAZ-MARTINEZ

TAOS, New Mexico |...Well, yeah, how else to see it? They were out in force and surely up to something, Dell Flamingo told himself as he watched the steady flocks of birds arrive on the powerlines running full-across the front of his property, arrive, hang in for some chirpy chatting and then it was off to somewhere else.

"We humans are too-damned settled in our ways," he said aloud, to himself really.

Then, as if needing an accompanying human sound, he cleared his stuffed nostrils in the day's rare high humidity and set his aging rifle down. Shooting a line of happy birds was not the morning's drill. These wingsters doing nothing wrong.

His best friend, and neighbor, a hard-headed man named Clement Hopkins, loved to come out of his ranch home a-firing at them. Old Man Hopkins equated all farm birds with Nazis, or so he had said one wind-blown afternoon when ambling Dell had ventured up the road and spotted him in his good-looking front yard that included the only hedge fencing in town.

Dell had only a few minutes.

Hopkins was fast-planting fresh flowers alongside what looked like a dying tree. That dead-or-alive juxtaposition lived out west, was Dell's feeling. Invariably you saw the wife's new, automatic-transmission SUV parked alongside Dad's rusted old pickup. The family dog aged as a cat had kittens. The sun popped-in and then popped-out, perhaps feeling unwelcome in this, what was flannel country.

Back home, Dell's wife, Candy, asked him how the day was going.

"Oh, I don't suppose you'd ever believe it, dear, but I had the whirlies while checking-out the birds on the lines," he said, to which Candy, a former non-headlining topless dancer, replied, "Killing harmless birds on a daily basis is certainly a ticket straight to Hell, Dell."

Yeah, he went on, he'd stop shooting them, at least until after the Christmas holidays.

"Should venture that same sentence to Hopkins, I suppose," he added, reaching for the bottle of Mylanta...

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[Editor's Note:...Once more, from the stack of short stories gathering dust at my feet...]

LONGHORNS:...Texas Awaits College Football Playoffs (CFP) Selection...In The Hunt, But Still Iffy...Georgia Losing To Alabama May Help...

 

By DUARDO PAZ-MARTINEZ

AUSTIN, Texas |...It's been an anvil around their necks since that afternoon in October, when the Texas Longhorns lost the Red River Rivalry to the Oklahoma Sooners - keeping the Horns from going undefeated this season.

But 12-1 may just be enough to make the College Football Playoffs (CFP).

Texas won't know until about noon today, when the CFP committee announces the four finalists. The Horns have an outside chance of getting one spot. Three of them, we say, are taken by undefeated Michigan, Washington and Florida State.

In the hunt for the last spot are Texas, Alabama and Georgia.

This was all set in motion after Alabama beat Georgia yesterday, dealing the Bulldogs their first loss of the season. Texas, as college football fans know, knocked off Alabama 34-24 earlier in the season, a victory Horns Coach Steve Sarkisian sees as the biggest win of college football.

He exaggerates, but that's okay.

Texas took care of business Saturday afternoon, when the Horms easily beat Oklahoma State 48-21 at AT&T Stadium in Arlington to win the Big 12 Championship.

Now, it's hurry up and wait...

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