Shea talks with another legend...(and doesn't care)

So Shea is renown for meeting and talking with my life's icons. Not long before he passed away, shea talked with Ernie Harwell a our local glenn's market. he was up here with the loons doing a signing day. they talked about grandkids briefly and ran into each other in the check out isle. Now I find that she had a phone conversation with none other than Drago....yes, thee Drago! He owns an indoor soccer complex in Midland and Shea is trying to book it for a night and she talked with him. I think i might ask her to invite him to come and play when he calls her back. Dude, what the heck! She of course is clueless to who this is, so I am trying my hardest to explain how awesome he is....not working though.

CLASH OF THE TITANS!

Last night lived up to the hype. After PCHS won the first on a three at the buzzer in Double OT, this one didn't disappoint. Even Mark Carrow, one whose been a part of and seen a lot of sports in life (to say lightly) was caught, jaw dropped saying, "Jeff, this is what it's about. I don't think I have seen in a long time high schoolers play with ICE in their veins like this, hitting incredibly gutsy shots. I have got my hs basketball fix in for a long time."

It happened in front of a packed crowd and standing room only (including the likes of former dawg ballers like Luke Addis, etc) and ravenous student sections (PCHS dominating that factor). The Lampi-Carrow posse was in full form with a lil cameo of Jorge Reck. Add to the mix a random enormous MEXICO FLAG being swung from our student section????? it was electric. And after another OT (and an inappropriate "HUEVOS" gesture from yours truly following PCHS' Drew Stephens-pictured-3 ball to go to OT, BHS frickin sank like 10-in-a-row free throws to make it official.

Unreal. Here are some pics, one of B-town's D-1 prospect Superman Ben Kills (#10) showing his mad hops. Jake, wish you were there. And maybe, if they clash in Districts (very likely) Bill can use some frequent flyers. Wes come up. Steve-o welled up. My dad, fist pumped and yelled in my ear.