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Born May 18, 1953; got saved at Truett Memorial BC in Hayesville, NC 1959. On rigged ballot which I did not rig got Most Intellectual class of 71, Gaffney High School. Furman Grad, Sociology major but it was little tougher than Auburn football players had Had three dates with beautiful women the summer of 1978. Did not marry any of em. Never married anybody cause what was available was undesirable and what was desirable was unaffordable. Unlucky in love as they say and even still it is sometimes heartbreaking. Had a Pakistani Jr. Davis Cupper on the Ropes the summer of 84, City Courts, Rome Georgia I've a baby sitter, watched peoples homes while they were away on Vacation. Freelance writer, local consultant, screenwriter, and the best damn substitute teacher of Floyd County Georgia in mid 80's according to an anonymous kid passed me on main street a few years later when I went back to get a sandwich at Schroeders. Had some good moments in Collinsville as well. Ask Casey Mattox at if he will be honest about it. I try my best to make it to Bridges BBQ in Shelby NC at least four times a year.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

All Star Game, Bottom of the Eighth

Grady Sizemore at bat to face Billy Wagner. He hits a shot down right field line and gets on first; then steals second.
Longoria at Bat drives him in and Sizemore ties the game.
His Dad, by the same name, was in my trombone section at Gaffney High School 69-71. Of course I was first chair, and there followed Donnell, Pee Wee Mayes, Willie Jam Up Tate, Grady Sizemore, George Smith and his later to be wife Carolyn (I think that was her name.)
We had a strong section.
They used to mock my affection for tiger RAg at the Pep Meetings cause the trombones stood up on the slide part.
bout third pep meetin of fall of 70 they started in on me before we got to the gym. "Fox, we standin up today, we with you man."
So the time comes and I'm up and look down the line and all I see is whole rest of the trombone section laughin, playin a joke on Ole Whitey who loved the spotlight.
School desegregation in Upstate South Carolina, had some rough moments, but had it's sweet carnival as well.
Grady, the Dad, went to Mars Hill from Gaffney and like Joel Vaughn and Rachel Harmon in Ron Rash's latest novel, Serena, on to Seattle.
Well, very proud of Grady, who made the spotlight indeed.

Here is a link to comment line for more baseball in perspective.

And here is a great story on Sizemore that has to make his parents blushingly proud. Congrats to Grady Sizemore II of Gaffney, South Carolina. My sister and I recently remembered the evening Young Sizemore's Mom and Dad stopped by our house on Dogwood Drive in Gaffney in the late 70's.


Blogger That Baptist Ain't Right said...

"Ray, people will come Ray. They'll come to Iowa for reasons they can't even fathom. They'll turn up your driveway not knowing for sure why they're doing it. They'll arrive at your door as innocent as children, longing for the past. Of course, we won't mind if you look around, you'll say. It's only $20 per person. They'll pass over the money without even thinking about it: for it is money they have and peace they lack. And they'll walk out to the bleachers; sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. They'll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they'll watch the game and it'll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick they'll have to brush them away from their faces. People will come Ray. The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it's a part of our past, Ray. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again. Oh... people will come Ray. People will most definitely come."
James Earl Jones' character Terence Mann in Field of Dreams.

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