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Paraded out

I am a little bit under the weather, but I still have made it to Beloit. The girls varsity game between the Trojans and Russell should get underway at 6 or a little thereafter, with the boys varsity to follow.

I’ve been a little stuffed up–not much–and coughing today. I wanted to sleep through the morning, but I had to get up at 9:15 so I could get ready and go to Hays for a 10:30 appointment. When I got back to Russell shortly before noon, I conked out on the reclining couch and napped for 45 minutes. I didn’t leave the house until 1:20, and when I got to Salina, I skipped Buffalo Wild Wings.

Today marks the 21st anniversary of the very last Mardi Gras parade I attended. I lived in New Orleans and south Louisiana for 11 more years, but by time I got done with the 1994 Mystic Krewe of Thoth, I came to the conclusion parades were a huge waste of time.

I only went to Thoth because I knew several people riding. Ray Maher and Tommy Mitchell, two people I mentioned yesterday in my recall of the 1994 Endymion parade, were riders, as were Bruce Civello, Ray “Bigun” Jeanfreau, Bryan Bairnsfather, Scott Bairnsfather and Joe Scheuermann.

Scheuermann is now in his 25th season as baseball coach at Delgado Community College in the Big Easy. We worked together for two seasons, 2004 and 2005, before Katrina changed everything. Joe’s son, Tyler, is now holding down the position I once did, making it truly a family affair.

In 1994, Bryan Bairnsfather was a teacher at Brother Martin. He was my American History teacher during my junior year. As it turned out, both of us were in our last year at Brother Martin in 1993-94–me because of impending graudation, Bryan because he was about to go back to his alma mater and join his brother.

Scott Bairnsfather was in his third year as an assistant coach at his alma mater, Archbishop Shaw, working under Hank Tierney. Scott went to Holy Cross for four seasons (1998-2001) before coming back to Shaw in 2002 when Tierney was fired. Scott just concluded his 13th year as head coach, and Byan has been his offensive coordinator every year.

Bruce and Ray have been friends for over 40 years. They graduated from high school in 1972, albeit different schools–Bruce from Rummel and Ray from Holy Cross.

Sadly, Bigun is no longer with us. He passed away on Sept. 18, 2012 at 49. Jimmy Ott texted me about Bigun’s passing. I was covering a volleyball match at Smith Center, and it hit me hard, even though I hadn’t seen him in over seven years.

In 1994, there was an addition to this group–Herb Vincent, who was then the sports information director at LSU. He is now an Associate Commissioner with the Southeastern Conference office in Birmingham.

The Krewe of Thoth uses a parade route which no other does. It does this in order to pass by many hospitals and residential facilities for children with disabilities. Among these facilities is Children’s Hospital, a nationally renowned hospital on Henry Clay Avenue only a few blocks north of the Mississippi River.

In 1994, the parade formed along Henry Clay Avenue and started at Henry Clay and Magazine Street. I parked my car near the Audubon Zoo, only a few blocks where my Uncle Joe lived at the corner of Broadway and Chestnut in the Black Pearl neighborhood, and walked to Henry Clay. I greeted my friends as they arrived at their float, and then walked down to a corner in front of Tchoupitoulas (pronounced CHOP-a-TOO-lis) Street, where the parade would turn. It would move east on Tchoupitoulas to State Street, then head north on State to Magazine. It would proceed east on Magazine to Napoleon Avenue, where it would turn north and follow the traditional route used by every uptown parade EXCEPT Rex and Zulu.

The King of Carnival always starts at the corner of Napoleon and South Claiborne Avenue and makes its way south to St. Charles Avenue. The others travel north on Napoleon to St. Charles.

Zulu, the black krewe which is the first to parade on Mardi Gras day, starts farther east on Claiborne at Jackson Avenue. Zulu goes south on Jackson to St Charles, where it then turns north onto Canal Street. It heads north on Canal, crossing Claiborne, all the way to North Broad Street. It turns eastbound onto Broad and travels to Orleans Avenue, where it turns north before ending at Armstrong Park in the Treme neighborhood.

Today, Thoth starts at Tchoupitoulas and State. It then heads west on Tchoupitoulas to Henry Clay, then north on Henry Clay to Magazine. It stays on Magazine to Napoleon, following the route as it has in the past.

At the 1994 parade, another gentlemen I knew, Chuck Walston, was a masked knight on a horse. He recognized me and handed me a few doubloons.

Then came the float with all of my friends. I got bombarded with beads, doubloons, cups, anything. Some kids tried to yank the throws away, but I scooped up most of it.

Once the parade ended, I drove back to Arabi. Two days later, when Mardi Gras arrived, I stayed home. I have not had the urge to go to another parade since. And celebrating Mardi Gras in the French Quarter? NO WAY.

Hard lesson

Brittany, Lisa, Liz and a lot of other people, whether they be from Buffalo Wild Wings, western Kansas or Louisiana, have told me tmie and time and time again to be careful about what I post, because someone will take me seriously and it will end up having negative consequences.

I should have learned that one fateful week in October 1997 when I was attending LSU.

Today marks the 17th anniversary of LSU’s 28-21 victory over then-No. 1 Florida, the 1996 national champion, in Tiger Stadium. It was the first time LSU had ever beaten Steve Spurrier, whether when he was the Gators’ quarterback or coach. Unruly students tore down the goalposts and did damage to the field.

I should have been watching the game from the press box. Instead, I was alone at my home in New Orleans, crying, not watching the game. Why?

I was working in the sports information office, a wonderful opportunity, and one I was maybe not ready for. I just did not have the social skills in that era to handle working anywhere, let alone the sports information office of a Southeastern Conference, but a lot of people, especially Herb Vincent, then LSU’s sports information director and now the associate commissioner for media relations at the SEC office.

How much did Herb believe in me? He hired me as a first semester student to work in the sports information office back in the fall of 1994, but he had to fire me at the end of the semester because I wasn’t getting the work done. Frankly, I wasn’t ready for it. I was 18 years old, but my social skills were way, way behind; far more so than they are today.

Even though I wasn’t working in the office during the spring semester in 1995, he pulled my butt out of a huge fire. I got into some serious trouble, and it looked like I would face suspension if not banishment from the university. However, Herb went to the LSU police and Dean of Students office and asked them not to do that. He told them I could be redeemed. His stepping up to the plate allowed me to at least save some dignity when I left LSU at the end of the spring 1995 semester and eventually return at the beginning of 1997.

Herb didn’t bring me back full time when I returned to school, but he let me work LSU baseball games. The Bayou Bengals won the 1997 national championship, and even though I wasn’t in Omaha, it was quite a ride.

I was very unhappy in the fall semester of 1997. My father was on an assignment in Brazil, and that added to my loneliness. I had terrible times working the home football games, and I felt my work in the sports information office was hurting my academic work, which was total bull; it was just a crutch to try and get out of work in sports information.

On the first Sunday of October, I hastily drafted a letter to Michael Bonnette, who was then Herb’s chief lieutenant for football publicity. I told Michael I was sick and tired of all the work invovled, and I was quitting.

At first, I thought it would blow over and I would be back Tuesday. I didn’t work on Mondays that semester because I was seeing a counselor for my problem, which I didn’t know was Aperger’s.

I didn’t think Michael would give the letter to Herb, but when I came back that Tuesday, he asked me what the heck I was doing there. He thought I had quit. Herb did, too, and he reassigned my duties to quite a few different people, none of whom were happy. I called my mother from the office crying hysterically, and Michael took the phone from me and talked to her. He then went to talk to Herb, and the decision was made: one-week suspension. I would miss the LSU-Florida football game.

It was torture that week. I stayed in Baton Rouge to go to my classes and cover a high school football game that Friday night, and then I drove back to New Orleans Saturday to stay alone.

The next day, I was driving on I-10 over the Bonnet Carre Spillway in St. Charles Parish when I heard a terryfying sound. FLAT TIRE. And the Spillway is the worst possible place to have one, since it is a 12-mile elevated stretch over a swamp with no exits, no services, no nothing. Fortunately, a state trooper came by to help me change my tire, and I drove it to a service station in Kenner, where my mother met me. She drove behind me back to Baton Rouge, and she spent that Monday, my 21st birthday, with me, except for when I went to class.

The Tuesday after the Florida game, I returned to the sports information office. Herb was still disappointed in me–as he should have been–but he welcomed me back. Everyone who had inherited my duties all breathed a sigh of relief.

I should have learned my lesson that day. Alas, I kept doing the same thing over and over. I see where the ladies of Buffalo Wild Wings are coming from when they tell me not to post stuff like that. It can get ugly…or worse, downright scary.

Two decades ago…

Two events happened in the sporting world 20 years ago today. One affected my life directly. The other didn’t, but it certainly affected tens of millions of sports fans in one way or the other.

Second thing first. Today marked the first day of the 1994 Major League Baseball players’ strike. The strike would wipe out the postseason, which was supposed to be the first year of the wild card and expanded playoffs. The strike would not be settled until April 1995, when U.S. District Court Judge Sonia Sotomayor–the same Sonia Sotomayor who now sits on the Supreme Court–issued an injunction forcing the owners to reinstate the 1993 collective bargaining agreement and let the players come back.

The event which affected my life took place in Baton Rouge. It was LSU’s football media day, where Curley Hallman would preview his fourth season as the Bayou Bengals’ coach, coordinators Lynn Amedee (offense) and Phil Bennett (defense) would talk about their respective units, and the players would be available for one-on-one interviews with members of the media.

Looking back on it today, Hallman was very lucky to have been LSU’s coach in 1994. The Bayou Bengals were awful during the first seven games of 1993, with the lowlight being a 58-3 loss at home to Florida. I understand Florida was on its way to the SEC championship and 11 victories, the last being a thumping of then-undefeated West Virginia in the Sugar Bowl, but no SEC team should lose by 55 points in their home stadium unless the talent gap is grossly unfair, which was the case for Kansas and Kansas State when they faced Nebraska and Oklahoma in the 1980s.

Yes, LSU was in a down period in the early 1990s, bottoming out at 2-9 in 1992. However, there was more than enough talent for the Bayou Bengals to at least remain competitive in the SEC, even if they would go 2-6 or 3-5 in the league. There’s no way LSU should have been in the depths with the likes of Kentucky and Vanderbilt, and at that time, the two new additions to the league, Arkansas and South Carolina.

Hallman saved his bacon by taking LSU to Tuscaloosa 28 days after the debacle vs. Florida and stunning the defending national champion Crimson Tide,, ending Alabama’s 31-game undefeated (there was no overtime in college football regular season games until 1996, so ties were still unusual, although not rare, during this era). The Bayou Bengals had a chance to go to a bowl game in ’93, but Arkansas came to town two days after Thanksgiving and shredded LSU’s defense by running the Wishbone to death, scorching the Tiger Stadium sod for 412 yards rushing en route to a 42-24 victory.

Following the ’93 season, Hallman made his only coaching staff change which ever made sense by terminating defensive coordinator Michael Bugar, a longtime friend, and installing defensive ends coach Phil Bennett in the position. Bennett enjoyed a stellar playing career at Texas A&M and promoted an aggressive, attacking style which he learned while playing for the Aggies under R.C. Slocum, who was then a defensive coach at A&M, and later would become the head coach at College Station in 1989.

At media day, Bennett proved to be the only one of the three speakers who had a clue. Hallman rambled on as usual and did his best to dance around as many reporters’ questions as possible, and Amedee looked like he had no interest in being there.

The 1994 season would pretty much bear out that media day. Bennett’s defense was first in the SEC, but Amedee’s offense was beyond putrid, especially in game at Auburn when the other Tigers won 30-26 despite not scoring an offensive touchdown. The end result: a 4-7 record, and Curley Hallman was fired with two games remaining, although he was allowed to coach those games, which turned out to be victories over Tulane and Arkansas.

The more important facet of LSU’s 1994 media day were the people I met that day.

I already knew Herb Vincent, LSU’s sports information director, from a meeting we had in July 1993. We kept in touch through the year, and he let me watch the 1993 football game vs. Utah State from the press box. Herb had achieved a great deal by August of 1994, even though he was still 16 months shy of 35. Herb graduated from LSU, where he worked in the sports information office under the great Paul Manasseh, and after stints with the USFL’s Los Angeles Express and the SEC office in Birmingham, he was hired full-time at LSU in early 1988. In August 1988, when then-sports information director Jamie Kimbrough took a post at South Carolina, Herb was promoted to the top job.

Herb brought in a pair of brilliant men, Bill Franques and Kent Lowe, to serve as his associates.

Bill was assigned to baseball, where he learned the ropes from the master, the one and only J. Stanley (Skip) Bertman, eventually taking over the duties of public address announcer at Alex Box Stadium and color commentator for the radio broadcast of away games. Bill also does a lot of work on the television side with the coaches shows, and he’s the co-host of LSU Sports Journal. He will enter his 27th season as LSU’s baseball publicity director when the 2015 season opens in February. I hope one day he’ll one day join Skip and his current boss, Paul Maineri, in the College Baseball Hall of Fame.

Bill deserves sainthood for putting up with me and my many, many, many mood swings. He could have easily kicked me to the curb, and nobody would have blamed him, least of all me. But he stuck by me and became a better friend than I ever deserved. I still miss our lunches at Ivar’s Sports Bar in Baton Rouge. Ivar’s is worthy of its own post, and I’ll get to it soon.

Kent came to LSU after a distinguished career as the publicity director for Louisiana Downs, a thoroughbred race track in Bossier City, across the Red River from Shreveport in the northwest corner of the state. Kent was at LSU in the late 1970s and early 1980s to earn his master’s degree, and it was then he met Bayou Bengals men’s basketball coach Dale Brown. The two men kept in touch throughout the 1980s, and when the position as Brown’s publicity director came open, Herb knew where to turn.

Kent and I were not as close during my days at LSU, but I have nothing but admiration for him. He could easily have become very frustrated by the struggles of LSU’s men’s basketball program through many years, but he kept his cool, he kept smiling and he kept a positive spin on everything no matter how bad things were. Kent is beloved by all in the LSU athletic department, as well he should be.

Also that day, I met two other people who would become woven into the fabric of my life.

One was Dan Borne, the public address announcer for LSU football and men’s basketball games. Dan is a native of Thibodaux, a bayou town about 75 miles south of Baton Rouge. Thibodaux is hard-core Cajun, and many of the people there and the rest of Lafourche Parish speak French as their first language. I was quite familiar with Lafourche Parish, since every year I was at Brother Martin High School, the Crusaders would venture deep down the bayou to Galliano to play South Lafourche in football. Galliano is only 30 miles from the Gulf of Mexico, and much of that area was nearly wiped off the map by Hurricane Betsy in 1965, and bore the brunt of Hurricane Gustav in 2008. Since Katrina made landfall in Mississippi, Lafourche did not take nearly as bad a hit, but it was bad enough.

Dan came to Baton Rouge in the late 1960s and was an anchor for WAFB-TV, the CBS affiliate, throughout the 1970s before being named Executive Assistant to Louisiana Governor Edwin Edwards in 1976.It was Dan who had the terrible responsibility of briefing the press on October 20, 1976, the day a drunken ferry operator killed 72 people (not counting himself and five other crew members, all of whom were also soused to the gills) by guiding a boat full of cars into the path of a tanker on the Mississippi River in St. Charles Parish. The tanker sliced the ferry in two and sent cars into the muddy river.

Dan gave up that post when his third child, and second daughter, was born four days before Christmas 1976, or 69 days after I was. The girl born December 21, 1976 to Daniel and Lissette Borne would alter my life, both good and bad, in ways I could never imagine when I first met her that fateful August Friday in 1994. Dan has been president of the Louisiana Chemical Association for nearly 30 years, and he has been very effective lobbying Louisiana’s legislature and the state’s Congressional delegation for issues which are extremely important to his native state–and mine.

I have a lot I want to discuss regarding Rebecca Borne, but that’s a subject which I need to think through, because I’m sure I’m going to feel a very wide range of emotions.

Rebecca was valedictorian of the St. Joseph’s Academy Class of 1994. St. Joseph’s is an exclusive all-girls Catholic school in Baton Rouge, one which has produced hundreds of movers and shakers in Red Stick. Strangely enough, her older sister, Elizabeth, chose to attend Baton Rouge High, a public magnet school with a reputation as one of the nation’s best. Dan and Lissette’s two sons, David and Jason, opted for Baton Rouge Catholic, the all-boys equivalent of St. Joseph’s in Baton Rouge. Catholic is run by the Brothers of the Sacred Heart, who also run Brother Martin, my alma mater.

Coincidentally, the volleyball coach who came to St. Joseph’s four months after Rebecca graduated also has played an important role in my life. She”ll be the subject of a post or two or three very soon.

I nearly forgot about Adam Young, who was a senior and a student assistant in the sports information office when I came to campus. Adam became a good friend to me and gave me a chance to write for Tiger Rag, a publication devoted to LSU athletics, during my third year of school. Adam, who grew up in Alexandria in central Louisiana, was nice enough to invite me to his 1997 wedding where he married Lucy Santana, who came to LSU from Brazil and was a standout volleyball player. They settled in Shreveport after the wedding.

Adam and Lucy’s wedding was one of only two I have attended; the other was Bill’s to Yvette Lemoine in 1999 in Bunkie, a small town 100 miles northwest of Baton Rouge.

One person I did not meet at LSU’s 1994 football media day was Michael Bonnette, who became LSU’s sports information director in August 2000 when Herb left to take a position at a now-defunct television network in Birmingham. Michael, who had just been given a full-time position in LSU’s sports information office following a year as an intern, was in the hospital recuperating from knee surgery after tearing ligaments during a recreational softball game. He would not come back to work full-time until the week of the first football game that season, which also happened to be the first week of college classes for me.

Michael has done a great job in succeeding Herb. He had the unenviable task of navigating the choppy waters surrounding Nick Saban’s tenure, not that it was choppy on the field, but Saban has had a reputation of being difficult. It seems Michael really enjoys being around Les Miles, and Les really appreciates him.

Coincidentally, Herb is back in Birmingham as Associate Commissioner for Public Relations for the SEC. He’s been leading the drive to launch the SEC Network, which finally comes to fruition at 5 p.m. Central Thursday. I was thinking Herb would be in line to succeed Joe Alleva as athletic director at LSU, and he still may do so, but he’s got financial security for himself, his lovely wife Jamey, and their daughter Kennedy in Birmingham. I’m sure they’ve got a very nice home in a gated community in Hoover or one of the other upscale suburbs. He deserves it.

Sadly, one person I met that media day is no longer with us.

Shelby Holmes, who graduated as valedictorian at Baton Rouge’s McKinley High School a year before I graduated from Brother Martin, was shot and killed last October near his home in an apparent robbery gone wrong. Shelby lived in a rough neighborhood about a mile and a half north of the LSU campus, and he had his problems–we all did–but he had his life together when he tragically died.

I’ve enjoyed this trip down memory lane. If you like it, please let me know.