During my four years at Stanford from 1958-62, we were the league doormats for football and basketball. When Cactus Jack Curtice, our football coach, addressed our freshman class on Day One, his story was that he scoured the country, successfully recruited every player that qualified to attend Stanford...and both of them should be sitting with you in the audience. Our baseball team was okay, and I actually earned an athletic jacket for my experience with the team. One requirement for graduation was to perform a quarter of school service, and I picked helping out our baseball team. This was all menial, like putting up the bases during their practices and the like. One day their scorer was sick, so I volunteered to do that. We won. So I did it again, We won again. You need to appreciate how baseball works. The coaches and players are notoriously superstitious, and their success just by my keeping score m...
New SIMPLE SOLUTIONS for PLANET EARTH AND HUMANITY: This blog site derives from the original version of Planet Earth & Humanity, but will be more WE than ME. The coverage will remain similar, but perhaps these postings will seem to come from a parallel universe, or maybe even Purgatory. But truth and reality will prevail, with dashes of whimsy and levity to help make your day.