Alright, I survived my last fireworks stand (hopefully), I have completed my summer vacation (San Antonio), and have a mini tour of Missouri on tap this weekend. So while summer is still upon us, let’s go get a trim at the ol’ barbershop.
I do not consider myself a member of the media. Yes, I have the website that you behold now. Yes, I’ve made a few appearances on some radio shows. But I would be delusional to think I am a media member. Continue reading At the Barbershop – Post Fireworks Edition
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Oh the weather outside is frightful, but the basketball is so delightful, and since there’s so much to know, let’s gather round the old barber pole.
Yeah! In your face Perry Como! How’s that taste Bing? Cower in shame Elmo & Patsy! It’s time for a Christmastime barbershop! Ho, ho, ho!
Continue reading At the Barbershop – 12/10/09
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That silence you hear is the sound of a deep breath. For 5 days, nothing is happening in the Ozarks high school sports world except practice. As Little Father said in Remo Williams “Silence, blessed silence.” But that doesn’t mean that there isn’t anything going on at OzarksSports.Net. On the contrary.
I’ll have another Barbershop column for you this week, we’re working on getting the early season boys lacrosse scores, and starting tonight I’ll begin posting my baseball previews. First, a list of players to watch, teams to watch, and college signees. Then conference by conference previews. I’ve talked to a few coaches to get their insights, and to give a more in depth looks at their respective teams. Those talks with the coaches will be included in the conference previews and they are… Continue reading When it’s time to relax…
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In 1988, I graduated from Richland High School. I watched my younger brother play basketball for years after that, attended his graduation ceremonies in the gym, and promptly vowed that I would never again set foot in the school. Almost 20 years removed from that vow, I have no idea why I made it. None. I liked my time in high school, had good friends, no archenemies to fear, I wouldn’t want to do it again but it wasn’t bad at all. But I’ve been true to my word and have yet to grace the alma mater with my presence.
Continue reading At the barbershop – 2/19/09
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As I travel through this progression of events & experiences known as life, I pick up little bits of wisdom along the way. Some I gain from simple observations I make. Others come from things shared by my fellow man. But the most lasting lessons come from my own experiences. It was through this path that I gained a most valuable insight yesterday evening. One that I feel compelled to share with all of you. May your own lives be richer for it.
Continue reading At the barbershop – 1/8/09
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When I was a kid, we had a real, live barbershop in our town, as many towns do. And most of the men (and their sons) in town got their hair cut their hair cut there. It looked like it had been transported straight out of the early 20th century. Two big, comfy barber chairs. Shoe shine bench that you had to climb up on in order to receive the service, not that I ever had shoes on that could be shined. Old, wooden, straight-backed bench that 3 people could sit on, or 2 big people as was more often the case. Lots of old newspaper clippings were framed and on the walls, or were just stuck to the mirror behind the chairs. A living, breathing piece of American history.
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