Okay, one last post on Don Haskins. This is how many in El Paso, including my father, remember Haskins, which was seated on a barstool drinking a cold one. A bar owner Mr. Ontiveros had this to share about El Paso's most famous import:
"In a bar that I owned in Downtown El Paso, Don Haskins once walked in to enjoy a cold beer. Sitting at the end of the bar were two Anglo men having a cold one as well. Minutes after sitting at the bar, one of the Anglo men asked Don Haskins what prompted him to have started five N****** (N word) during the national championship game.
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Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Change
Juanes really hit the nail on the head with his new single "Odio por amor" and if the Obama people are on top of it they'll incorporate it into their message. Take a listen here.
Speaking of change
Just read Dagoberto Gilb's piece in Slate about Iowa cornfields. It reads like poetry and addresses the issue of change in the Americas.
Don Haskins memories
I, like everyone in El Paso, have Don Haskins stories and memories. I was sports editor at the UTEP newspaper during Timo's (pronounced TEE-MOE, Tim Hardaway) playing days. I got to see more of the basketball players then I really needed to in the locker room before their showers after the games. They'd yell, "woman, woman, woman" when we chicks walked in either as a warning or a signal. We got to see some interesting bare-assed dances, and thankfully Coach Haskins (always ahead of his time) realized that we reporter chicks were low on cash and couldn't properly tip our impromptu Chip-n-Dale dancers so he had the players meet all media outside of the locker room, before their showers.
I loved the movie "Glory Road" not for its historical accuracy (which plays loose with the facts as many Hollywood productions do) but for this solitary scene starring Coach Haskins. The young Haskins is talking from a telephone booth in the heart of New Jersey, you know, Jersey, the town where Joe Piscopo is from. And here is this supposedly Northern gas station attendant with a drawl so thick you crave a fresh from the comal tortilla for it...
Speaking of change
Just read Dagoberto Gilb's piece in Slate about Iowa cornfields. It reads like poetry and addresses the issue of change in the Americas.
Don Haskins memories
I, like everyone in El Paso, have Don Haskins stories and memories. I was sports editor at the UTEP newspaper during Timo's (pronounced TEE-MOE, Tim Hardaway) playing days. I got to see more of the basketball players then I really needed to in the locker room before their showers after the games. They'd yell, "woman, woman, woman" when we chicks walked in either as a warning or a signal. We got to see some interesting bare-assed dances, and thankfully Coach Haskins (always ahead of his time) realized that we reporter chicks were low on cash and couldn't properly tip our impromptu Chip-n-Dale dancers so he had the players meet all media outside of the locker room, before their showers.
I loved the movie "Glory Road" not for its historical accuracy (which plays loose with the facts as many Hollywood productions do) but for this solitary scene starring Coach Haskins. The young Haskins is talking from a telephone booth in the heart of New Jersey, you know, Jersey, the town where Joe Piscopo is from. And here is this supposedly Northern gas station attendant with a drawl so thick you crave a fresh from the comal tortilla for it...
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