This announcer is begging for help over here
“Can you read this kid’s number?”, I ask in anguish.
“No.” replies another press box worker. “Looks like..maybe...
“Can you read this kid’s number?”, I ask in anguish.
“No.” replies another press box worker. “Looks like..maybe...
That’s what they’re calling it now.
One Saturday morning as I was heading out to meet up with friends in Harker Heights, I glimpsed a man walking along the grass across the highway from Walmart.
I am very impressed with how the CCISD coaches are guiding student-athletes for academic success. It is a constant topic around the field house and athletic events.
Believe it or not, it’s hypothetically possible that this column could have simply never happened.
In a community like ours, sometimes it’s feast or famine when it comes to the news. My phone’s calendar has plenty of blue “specks” which tell me I have news-related event coming up.
Yesterday, my coffee maker died.
It just quit working. No warning. No sputtering or strange noises.
It just died.
If this was a television series, I could just do a “clip show” and be done with it. You know, do an episode in which most, if not all, of the footage was recycled from other episodes.
Voters are heading to the polls between now and March 2 for the March 6 primary. If you’re like me, or how I used to be, I didn’t really know what some of the positions we vote on, um, do.
You’ve got to hand it to the honchos who run the Greater Fort Hood Area United Way.