William Henry

Back in 1974 I found myself at Warrior Stadium, Watching the HG Warriors kick the ever’ loving shit outta those Fannindale (dale?, del?)  Ladonia! I was born in that town, ’57! Guess I can call their football team what-ever-the-fuck I want…  Falcons.

I should have been on the field, but I had opted out my senior year, because I was tired of the whole “Friday Night Lights” shit.

And I was too busy.

Seated on opposite sides of me were Joe Whitley (Who was a math teacher and a rancher and father of my girlfriend, and also my employer) and William Henry—Local Big Boy and World – Famous Drunk.

We were seated near the top of the stadium, nearly to the “Press Box.”

William Henry looked behind and spied something that interested him.

Behind the stands was the ‘Practice Field’ of the Famed Honey Grove Warriors.

There was a ‘Blaster Machine’ parked there.

Joe and I watched William Henry navigate down the stands and make his way toward same.

We watched with great curiosity as William Henry studied this machine.

He backed up ‘bout fifty foot and charged head-long into it.


It slid back ‘bout ten feet.

He shook his head.

Went back another fifty foot.

Charged again.

Hit it full force.


Slid back another ten foot.

William Henry in earnest now hit it with all his might (and his head)


Still did not get through.

(Blaster Machines are a one – way street)

Joe and I watched him navigate his way back up to our seat.

He sat down, and with blood running into his eyes, said,

“Ya know, you gotta be one tough sumbitch to play football!”

True Story.


Pick Up The Tempo

Just A Preparatory Warm up to get me warmed up to begin my Deep Dive into ‘Phases and Stages.”

(Too much Prep, over-training, will kill you on the field)

My HG Warriors, 1974, Learned this lesson the hard way when we stood eyeball – to -eyeball with them damn’d despised Cooper Bulldogs.

And got our asses handed to us…
We had spent the entire ‘off-season’ training for nothing but Cooper.

By the time we actually faced them,
We were spent.

They easily kicked the ever-loving shit outta us.
It was never ever even a contest.

Just a shameful old-fashioned beat-down.

Worst defeat in the History Of Honey Grove Warriors proud History.

Even today, that Friday Night Lights night still stings.
Not unlike Salt in a Freshly Open Wound.

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“People are saying that time will take care of people like me
That I’m livin’ too fast and they say I can’t last too much longer

But little they see that their thoughts of me is my savior

And little they know that the beat oughta go just a little faster
So pick up the tempo just a little and take it on home

The singer ain’t singin’ and the drummer’s been draggin’ too long
Time will take care of itself so just leave time alone
And pick up the tempo just a little and take it on home

Well I’m wild and I’m mean and I’m creatin’ a scene I’m goin’ crazy
Well I’m good and I’m bad and I’m happy and I’m sad and I’m lazy

I’m quiet and I’m loud and I’m gatherin’ a crowd and I like gravy
About half off the wall but I learned it all in the Navy”

So pick up the tempo…