You go girl……Like many other news pundits, I was pleasantly surprised by all the hype and support afforded to the U.S. Women’s Soccer Team as they played for the World Cup. It captivated the nation.
I am so glad to see that women’s sports are getting some headlines as it’s been a long time coming. Even Title 9, introduced in the early 70s, which barred gender discrimination in education, didn’t cause as much interest as we saw last week. Title 9 applied to all aspects of education and thus expanded athletic opportunities for females.
The reason I love to see things like this happening is because I believe that sports go a long way in teaching young women their worth and ability to participate and win. I base a lot of my own success in life (as little as it may be in the greater scheme of things), to my participation in sports way back before Title 9.
I went to junior high at a very small school district near our ranch. We played basketball because we didn’t have anything else to do–no TV, no computers, all those things about modern life that keep us so occupied now.
Anyway, not only was it the only thing we could do for amusement, but there were only six girls in junior high to play basketball, and at the time it took six girls to field a team.
It was so exciting as we got to go to other schools on a school bus to play other teams. That sort of opened a whole new world as we were unaccompanied by our parents, and we got to ride on a dark school bus with opportunities to interact with the opposite sex.
Since we only had 6 girls to play, we had to be very careful that one of us didn’t foul out before the end of the game or we would have to finish with five players only.
And there were times when one of our teammates’ crazy mother wouldn’t let her go because she was afraid “a cloud would come up.” We would play the entire game with five players, which actually was no big deal as the girl with the crazy mother didn’t play worth a hoot anyway.
We had a girl on our team, Mary Ann Harris, who could make a basket if she just threw the ball at it from any position on the floor. She would sometimes make over 50 points a game. Me, I couldn’t hit the broad side of the barn, no matter how many hours I spent throwing at a basket in practice. But I was good at stealing the ball from the other team. I would tear across the floor yelling to intercept a pass and if nothing else, I scared the other team into dropping the ball. That was my speciality.
When we went to high school, my daddy moved us from the ranch to a larger town so we could get a better education. (Big whoop. There were 50 people in my graduating class.)
In this town, girls had other things to do, like fancy social clubs and putting on make-up and driving up and down the street chasing boys or letting boys know they could chase us.
Female sports were not so popular, but I persisted. I enjoyed playing and I was not bad at it. I also played tennis, volleyball, and track, and still had time for silly social clubs (I was a Fancy Doer).
Although female sports were not given much money or importance, we did have a school principal who encouraged us, or at least he did me. He often told me I was the best female athlete to come through old Ballinger High. Of course, he may have been telling the other girls the same, but it did hold our sports programs together. I think he noticed the disparity in the boys and girls programs and just felt sorry for us. He often came to our important games.
He was small in stature and I suspect not very good in sports himself, so he encouraged us. His wife, Daisy, who only died recently and is buried next to him and next to my own parents in Ballinger, was also very encouraging.
In any event, sports are some of my happiest memories and I firmly believe that participating in them gave me the tools and confidence to start my own business and successfully raise two children to happy and productive lives. What more can you want?
Believe me or your lying eyes?…..When I complained last week that the Fort Bend County Sheriff was derelict in his duties to let his chief deputy break the law by posting illegal campaign signs, the word, so I hear, around the sheriff’s department is that I am a liar! According to the word, those undercover officers spied putting up signs didn’t have visible signs in their pickup.
Bull! The picture I have clearly shows signs in the back of their pickup and additionally, they are clearly shown putting up the signs in broad daylight. What were they thinking? They are supposed to be undercover fergodssake. Don’t they know that criminals could be driving down the road and see them out there and think, “Holy cow. That’s the guy who trying to get me to sell him dope.”
They are either incredibly stupid, incredibly incompetent, or just don’t give a darn. OR, they felt they had to follow orders from the chief deputy and the sheriff, who is his campaign treasurer.
Go look at the picture on our website at www.leaderprints.com/?p=5462.
There’s just something stinky about all this.
Another welfare queen…..When I complained about Charlie Howard last week, I ran out of room to tell you about Glenn Hegar. He’s one of Fort Bend’s state senators and Hegar Farms, his family business, received $1,770,421 in subsidy payments from 1995 trough 2010. (Yes, that’s over a million).
THEN, F & H Farms, also owned by the Hegars, received $406,958 in rice, wheat and corn subsidies from 1995 through 2010. And this is probably not complete as some of the data is missing from the USDA’s Natural Resource Conversation Service.
Newspapers are a dying breed according to the internet so I need a subsidy to help me provide you the news. Why not? You need to know who is screwing you.