Which team do you think will win the 2018 World Series? If you are one of the many millions of Americans who are baseball fans, I am sure you have a favorite. I grew up near Pittsburgh, PA. which is a real baseball city. And of course, everyone in my family was a Pirate fan. During baseball season, we kept our radio and later our television tuned in to the Pirate games. When the game was on, my brothers and I knew better than to interrupt it by talking. If we did, we had our father to answer to and that was not a very pleasant prospect.
The late Benjamin (Bud) Adair was one of the most colorful personalities to come out of Circle City, AZ., a dusty road stop along Highway 60 between Phoenix and Wickenburg. Bud operated a truck stop, motel and restaurant in Circle City. He also ran unsuccessfully for sheriff of Maricopa County and governor of Arizona. He formed a non-profit organization called Desert Troop Search and Rescue and used the volunteers to search for people lost in the desert or for motorists whose cars had broken down. Bud and his wife had several children who helped Desert Troop. J.R. Adair was off the wall and a little crazy. He aspired to be a cowboy and became a Brahma bull rider.
am resting up after four days in Las Vegas. The good news is the city hasn't changed. It has only gotten bigger and the old timers (yours truly included) have gotten grayer, balder, gained a few pounds and developed nervous twitches that come with old age. I spent some time in the New Orleans Cassino horse room and tried to make a killing on the ponies. At the start, I had a couple of winners, but I couldn't keep the momentum going. My faithful readers know how much I depend on momentum and when it doesn't happen, it's time to take a walk.
miss Barry Miller. He was a good friend and one of the best editors I ever had. Barry served as editor of LottoWorld, a short-lived international lottery magazine that operated out of Naples, FL. The magazine lasted only three years, but during that time we had a lot of fun inspiring our readers to play 'hot' numbers in their various states to win lottery cash. I was one of several associate editors who worked for the magazine. We had prognosticators who used computers, astrology and other methods to pick winning numbers for our readers. Some of them came amazingly close to hitting those numbers, including the PowerBall.
Dear Geno,' a member writes. 'My two buddies and I formed a small software company and recently moved to a house we share in Arcadia, CA. Our home is about 15 minutes from Hollywood Park Race Track. I know you enjoy gambling and hope you can provide us with some good strategy for winning at the horse races. If we come up with some winners, I'll even offer to upgrade your computer at no charge. Smiles, Don G., Arcadia, CA.' Don, bribery will get you everywhere.
Poker room managers are pressed by casino owners to keep their tables filled and their dealers working. That is why they come up with so man cash benefits for players which the players, of course, pay for out of the pots. Most poker rooms offer splash pots and cash for high hands or aces cracked. But some of the most interesting perks involve football, baseball or basketball pools. Especially football which is probably one of the most popular perks. I like the football pools and thoroughly subscribe to them.
Paul DeGruccio was one of the most creative photographers in Arizona and I was lucky to get him to work as my partner when I went out on stories. He was born in Brooklyn, had a New Yorker's nose for news, and together we made a good team. During the day he worked for a small weekly newspaper in Phoenix and I covered stories for the Phoenix Gazette. But at night and on weekends, we were Batman and Robin, going after stories about unique people, newsmakers and celebrities that would later grace the covers of People Weekly, TV Times, The Star, Globe, Argosy and the National Enquirer.
There are a lot of cowboys in Arizona who wear silk shirts, leather boots and Stetson hats who have never sat on the back of a horse or a Brahma bull. Larry Mahan is not that kind of cowboy. Born in Salem, OR., Larry started his rodeo career at the age of 14. His mother was always in his corner rooting him on at the junior rodeos as he developed his riding skills. Mahan was an all-around cowboy. He started with saddle broncos and graduated to bull riding, winning state and national awards in both categories. He won the all-around champion cowboy title five times and was unbeatable on the bull riding circuit.
Dreams die hard and Howdy Fowler was a dreamer extraordinaire. I met this wild cowboy in Deming, N.M. when I was Bureau Chief for a daily newspaper based in Las Cruces. Remember the movie 'Bronco Billy,' starring Clint Eastwood as a rough and tumble owner of a wild west show? That was Howdy who with his Paiute Indian wife Yahooskin operated their own wild west show in small towns across the Southwestern United States. The couple lived in a mobile home on a small ranch halfway between Deming and Columbus, which sits next to the Mexican border.
Ray Odom was a horse trainer and owner of KHAT, the most famous country western radio station in Phoenix, AZ. He trained and ran his horses at Turf Paradise, a thoroughbred racetrack on Bell Road in North Phoenix. I was a horse handicapper and writer for the Phoenix Gazette and spent a lot of time at the track. Ray and I became good friends. He and Jack Karie, a police reporter for the Arizona Republic, introduced me to Slim Sarwark, a colorful character who owned racehorses and who operated Miracle Used Cars at 35th Avenue and Grand Avenue in Phoenix.
Remember the scene in Forrest Gump when Tom Hanks goes on a monumental run and people start running with him? I loved it. For many years I was a long distance runner and if I get over being lazy, I may try it again. My formative years as a journalist started in a sun-baked town in eastern New Mexico. After moving to Tucumcari, I hunted jackrabbits with a single-shot .22 rifle, chased girls, ran for miles along a canal bank to stay in shape, played poker in private games with cowboys and ranchers, and watched the magnificent sunsets that draped Tucumcari Mountain and the Llano Estacado in all the colors of the rainbow.
If New Mexico is the Land of Enchantment, old Mexico -- at least parts of it -- is a country of delights. When I moved to Phoenix, I got caught up in the Hispanic culture. The food, music, and customs intrigued me and I found myself writing about them for my newspaper as well as magazines. As a general assignment and features reporter for the Phoenix Gazette, one of my responsibilities was to cover the Mexican Ambassador to Arizona. Raul had an office in the central corridor of Phoenix. His friendly staff kept me current on policies affecting tourism and went out of their way to make life pleasant for me.
Connie Hawkins, the genial 6-8 former NBA basketball star, is dead. The poker players in Phoenix, AZ. where the friendly Hawkins spent the final decades of his life are mourning his passing. I was playing Connie's favorite game, Omaha High-Low, the other night when news of his death flashed on a large television monitor at the Talking Stick Casino on Indian Bend Road just east of Scottsdale. I walked to one of the poker room supervisors and asked her to announce his death.
I really should have known better. Every time I introduced my friend Dave Molina to another woman, he ended up marrying her. Never mind his marital status at the time. Divorced or married, Molina was a romantic, a Spaniard, and would go through fire, mountains or hell itself in pursuit of romance. We were in Phoenix, AZ. working for a start-up daily newspaper owned by a publisher with money problems. Molina's current wife had left him and had gone home to her parents in Texas. It was /Friday morning, payday, and Dave came by my desk. 'Hey, Buddy,' he said. 'How's about getting us a date for tonight?'
Very rarely do I like any bets in the futures market, especially when it comes to NFL Conference and Super Bowl futures. With that said, based on last year's numbers (and a substantially similar team) I think that there is some value in betting the Patriots to win the AFC Championship as well as the Super Bowl at the current odds. They are one of the few teams who can be considered to be a near absolute lock to at least make the playoffs, which gives them a substantial probability of winning the AFC and SB by itself.
Dave Feldman is the kind of wise guy that everybody loves to hang around. He is a sports caster, a track announcer, a newspaper columnist, a horse handicapper, a trainer and an owner. To put it as bluntly as possible, Feldman knows the score around a race track. And he can write about it with hilarious -- and telling -- results. I just finished reading Feldman's book about his life at the track. 'Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda' is must read for any horseplayer. If you play the horses, I recommend you get your hands on a copy of the book as quickly as possible. Most horse players who think they are good handicappers don't really know what they are doing, according to Dave.
When I was a student at Sewickley Township High School in Herminie, PA., one of my favorite sports was boxing. My dad had bought me a set of boxing gloves and I spent a lot of time practicing in a makeshift ring in front of our house on Sutersville Hill. I boxed with everybody who would fight me. My younger brothers, neighbors, even rivals in school. When I had a problem with one of my fellow students, I challenged Alvin Opatchick to come by for a bout. He was more than happy to accommodate me. Alvin was about my size and we matched up pretty evenly in the ring. I had a good left jab that I had been practicing and it made the difference in the fight.
Long before I learned how to play poker I caddied at the Youghiogheny Country Club near McKeesport, PA. My two younger brothers and I spent nearly every weekend at the beautiful golf course toting bags for the members. It was tough work but the pay was decent and it kept us healthy walking up and down those wooded fairways. The country club members were mostly doctors, lawyers and business owners from the nearby communities -- Boston, McKeesport, Belle Vernon and Pittsburgh. They loved to bet on the outcome of the games and they had an ongoing poker game that took place daily in the club house.
There is no getting around it. Growing up in a small town is the best beginning a person can experience. I was born in a small coal mining community just across the river from Sutersville, PA., population less than 1,000. We lived in company housing until my father left the coal mines to work for U.S. Steel Corp. He also built a two-story house on top of Sutersville Hill on a piece of land he bought from my Uncle Ott, who was married to my mother's sister. As a teenager growing up in Sutersville, I discovered there were two important people in town -- Popeye, the town cop, and Al Orsini, a bookie who ran a small convenience store.
I started playing baseball at the age of six. My parents were fans of the Pittsburgh Pirates and you didn't dare interrupt the announcing of Rosie Rosewell or Bob Prince, broadcasting from Fortes Field in Pittsburgh, while a Pirate game was in progress. My father would not stand for it. We had a sandlot field behind the company housing owned by the Pittsburgh Consolidated Coal Co. which owned and operated the Warden Mine where my dad worked. All the men in the housing complex were coal miners. They all earned a good living from mining coal and owned a car and was considered fairly close to middle-class.
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