a long ago so cal winery with some tv history w/photos
i’ve been on a so cal winery binge, as it were, the past few days. i’ve been on it been before. the last two were old stuff from the vault. this blog is new stuff and will soon be in that same vault. i’ve been wanting to do this blog for a long time. what made it happen was i finally got serious about finding a few more photos to make the blog more complete. plus, when we drove by the winery, or what used to be the winery, on christmas day my 93 year old dad told me a story i hadn’t heard before or more than likely had forgotten.
virginia dare winery was one of the staples in the winery making history of so cal and cucamonga to be specific. it was owned and operated by the garrett and co out of new york city. they were the folks who bought secundo guasti’s winery in guasti as well. garrett and co owned them both for a number of years. they eventually sold out to united fruit co. who sold out to…yeah, the wine business never was a big money maker. not like it is today. well, for a few wineries.
back in the day virgina dare winery was one of those lovely pieces of old california architecture. you can see that from the photos i found. the primary eye catcher was the semi sorta almost church like steeple. today, the old winery is long gone. it was razed back in the late 70’s and/or in the early 80’s to become a shopping center. thankfully, the local pols of cuca had enough sense to incorporate the old steeple in the new design. i wonder if any of the current bunch would have that much sense? but that’s a veer.
before i forget i need to tell my dad’s story about the place. after he got out of the army in 1946 he went to work for garrett and co as a carpenter. he worked in guasti and at the virginia dare winery up in cucamonga. the winery stood on the northwest corner of route 66 and haven ave. in those days the area was nothing but vineyards. it was still nothing but vineyards when i was going to chaffey college back in the late 60’s. more drifting.
my dad had put a new roof on one of the buildings in guasti. the bosses thought he had done a bang up job so they wanted him to put a new roof on the virginia dare steeple. he figured he would have use a ladder to get to the upper windows and then crawl outside one of them somehow and toss a rope over the roof which would have to be anchored to the other side. then he would have to climb the rope to get up on the roof. plus how was he going to get the materials up there safely? he told them he wouldn’t do it. it was to dangerous. he stood his ground and he didn’t do the roof or get fired for not doing it. at any rate, by the middle of the 1950’s virginia dare winery was closed.
the winery’s next claim to fame or at least around these parts occurred in late 1963(?). the old great tv show ‘combat!’ filmed an episode there. one of my all time favorite shows and one of my favorite episodes as well, ‘the hunter’. the episode aired in the second season on 2/25/64. though on another site they claim it aired in the third season. the thing about it is, if it was indeed the second season none of my friends or myself would not have been old enough to drive there and visit the filming. which we did. in the grand scheme of things i guess it really doesn’t matter.
what does matter is one of the sites says the winery was ‘the mission winery’ in cucamonga not virginia dare. they also claim the winery is still in business. like i said, the winery is long gone and the only business going on there now is a small shopping center. the original place is long gone.
at any rate, it was fun going up to the winery after school to stand outside the chain link fence and watch them film that episode of ‘combat!’. one evening after the days filming was done a few of my mates followed vic morrow back to the motel he was staying at here in upland. they just wanted his autograph. he wasn’t very happy or friendly about being tailed and told them all to fuck off. oh, well. as a side light, at one point in time i worked with an ex hollywood stuntman who also did location casting for tv and movie companies. he found the old virginia dare winery for the ‘combat!’ folks. i remember an old b/w photo he showed me of him sitting in a lincoln convertible in the courtyard of the old virgina dare winery.
the other virginia dare winery claim to video/tv fame came in 1967 when the tv show ‘the rat patrol’ used the winery and the area around it for an episode. i’m not sure but i think the episode in question is ‘the fire and brimstone raid’, season 1 episode 31. i can’t find any photos or any info on the net about it other than what’s here. i want to thank my friend, dfr, for reminding me ‘the rat patrol’ filmed an episode at the winery.
by the time “combat!” and ‘the rat patrol’ filmed there the winery was about to fall apart. it was the perfect setting for a winery that had seen better days before living through a world war 2 ravaged europe. in it’s last days virginia dare winery became a place for kids to go and smoke dope and other wise party. which is probably why the city razed the old hauntingly beautiful place. i miss the winery and all of it’s splendor and history of my youth.
an old virginia dare print ad.
virginia dare winery and the steeple.
an aerial photo of the winery. route 66 is the road at the bottom of the picture.
more or less what the place looked like during the tv filming.
a nice shot apparently taken not long after it got it’s new life as a shopping center. the grapes in the foreground are long gone.
virginia dare winery as it is today.
jmh
i know it’s only rock ‘n’ roll…
last night the brown eyed girl and i went out to see our friend, john harrelson perform live at ‘the press’ in claremont. john is and always will be one of my favorite live performers. he pulls out all the stops when he gets fired up. and the packed house had him fired up as you will see from some of the photos. some folks were so fired up they wanted john so set fire to his guitar ala jimi hendrix. i for one would love to see that action myself but i doubt john would would use one of his precious babies as fire wood.
if you have never seen john play a live gig you need to do so. there’s only so much that can come out of a cd. cds, which are great but live he is something else. a true performer and entertainer from the old days of traveling black blues artists. john harrelson delivers what few other folks do, a fine show and even better music.
thanks, for the music john. it was stellar as usual. i’m sorry we had to miss the second set and the ‘blue highway’ re-union but the brown eyed girl was feeling poorly. i hope the photos that follow help present what it was like to be there. please, don’t stop performing live. we need it. you do too.
go here: http://cdbaby.com/cd/harrelson
john harrelson at work. doing what he loves. making us happy.
mike kreivis~guitar, john~ vocals and guitar, steve rios~drums, brian chapman~stand-up bass.
jmh
christmas cheer and/or i’m the trashman
i hadn’t planned on writing anything else until after christmas. i thought i’d be too busy today. turns out things are well under control at the brown eyed girls place so here i am. lucky me. at any rate, i’ll go back there later today and spend christmas eve drinking euro-lander beer and eating tamales with her and kayla the cat. i’m not sure how that’s going to work out taste wise but whatever. we need the space in the reefer for christmas day stuff. the beer has to go. no, the cat will not be fed beer and/or tamales. though on the other hand some beer might chill her out.
i may have a bit of christmas cheer before the beer. then again maybe i’d better not. never mix. never worry. a good credo to live by if there ever was one. long time readers know i’m a big fan of absolut vodka. what can i say? over the years i’ve always heard that gray goose is the vodka of choice among the truly hip and delusional. i mean guys like howard stern and colin cowherd sing praise about gray goose. had i been missing something?
maybe if i started drinking gray goose i would become truly hip and even more delusional. maybe i’d get a sirius radio show or espn or sports illustrated would come a calling with a nice fat sports writing contract. well, shit. it was time for me to buy me some of that gray goose stuff and get the money train a rollin’. so that’s what i did.
a few weeks ago we were at costco, a big warehouse store here in so cal. it’s just like a sam’s club or something. we were wandering around in the place and i spotted some gray goose. honey, i’m gonna get a bottle of gray goose. babe, it ain’t cheap. yeah, i know but if i’m ever gonna be truly hip and more delusional i’m gonna have to at least try the stuff.
gray goose is twice the price of absolut. twice the price so it must be twice as good. right? one would think. but trust me it isn’t the case. i don’t like the stuff. absolut is much smoother and tastier. gray goose sucks. oh, i’ll finish the damn bottle but i won’t have to like it. no, siree.
what does it all mean? it means that the truly hip and delusional are just that, delusional. they may be hip but like tower of power sang years ago, ‘what is hip? tell me i want to know.’ jumping on the gray goose vodka wagon might be hip but it turns out to be just delusional at best.
are you reading this absolut vodka? i strayed but i’ve seen the error in my ways. i’m back and i’m still ready to go on that absolut vodka road trip and be a shill for your fine swill. call me. we can work it out.
i’m lucky enough to live in a town where you can recycle stuff the easy way. you get a blue trash can and load it up with recycle able crap. stick it out by the curb on trash day and the trash guys come around and dump it. thus saving valuable space in the landfills for more important stuff like real trash.
i’ve gotten heavily into the trash recycling trip. i spent years living in places where you couldn’t do that. years of just going fuck it and throwing whatever into the trash can to be taken away. mea culpa, as it were. no, i’m not a global warming the sky is falling kinda guy. nope not me. i’m just sayin’ i’m happy as a clam to be doing something about trash.
now if i could only do something about paris hilton and her pink bentley. but that’s a drift. i fill my blue trash can up every week with all sorts of stuff from junk mail to used up vino bottles and crapola in between. i’m happy to do it. i even load the trunk up with stuff from the brown eyed girl’s place and drag it back here to toss it out in some sort of algore inspired delusional frenzy. hell, he prolly doesn’t even recycle a damn thing. wouldn’t surprise me at all. nope. he just flies around in his private jet making a gazillion dollars per speech about how we are fucking up the planet and we should be ashamed about that very idea.
hell, i’m more ashamed of the truly hip and delusional. regular folks will eventually work shit out. count on it. the truly hip and delusional never will. count on that as well.
my point to all this stuff? do what you can. do it as often as you can. it’s as simple as that. while you’re at it have a very merry christmas eve and day. i wish you all peace. may you find it this holiday.
jmh
a sorta weekend up-date w/ photos
i’m sure a good number of you spent the weekend like we did. running around and trying to get ready for christmas day. a stop here and a stop there and another over there. of course, there’s still way too much left to do. that happens when the deal goes down at your house. or the brown eyed girl’s house as the case may be.
there was time to stop the car and shoot some more nice photos of the most recent snow on the mountains. they are one of the reasons i still like living here. when the day is clear winter or summer there they are in all their glory. the san gabriels.
this will probably be my last blog until after christmas. myself and the brown eyed girl hope you all have a peaceful and wonderful christmas. consider the last photos and these photos as a sort of gift from the two of us to all of you, my readers. we hope you enjoy them. all these photos were taken by me unless otherwise noted. merry christmas!!
san antonio peak or cucamonga peak. depending on which map you might be looking at or who ever you are talking to about the peak. us long time locals call it san antone peak.
other views.
the view from the brown eyed girls drive-way.
the view from my veranda.
the brown eyed girl a self portrait.
a ginko tree taken by the brown eyed girl.
merry christmas from southern california!
jmh
let it snow and b/day wishes
we had our first really good rain storm of the season this past week. along with the rain there was a pretty good load of snow for the local mountains and foothills. it was almost cold enough for it to snow right here. it almost made it. no snow here in this area since january. 1979. i was living several hundred yards to the east at the time. i remember it well. maybe we’ll get some around here again later in the season.
the pictures that follow were taken by the brown eyed girl late yesterday morning over in cuca. you can see just how close the snow got to civilization. or how close civilization is getting to the snow. i hope you enjoy them.
hopefully the clouds will clear at some point and we can get a truly spectacular shot of the mountains in all their christmas glory. thanks, babe, for going out of your way to take the pictures.
happy birthday keith richards.
jmh
fond memories(?)
i’ve had these photos for a while now. probably since this summer and one crazed hot day or evening in the time before the brown eyed girl and i became an item. i was going to use them in a blog about nam but that particular one isn’t getting off the ground just yet. there are a couple of other photos as well. i liked them and wanted to stick them in a blog.
this morning my friend, dfr, sent me a couple of photos as he is want to do. he also included a poem this morning. a poem by charles bukowski. i decided to use the bukowski poem and add the photos as a sorta pictograph.
believe it or not i think there’s a point to the blog. i hope you enjoy it.
new country heroes
i wrote this late yesterday morning/early afternoon. my ears are still ringing from the volume of the tunes. plus, i wasn’t under the influence of any drugs or booze. a shade too early in the day for vino so i was just under the spell of real country music.
a few weeks back my friend, jwfh, turned me on to a semi old country and western cd. the real deal shit. not that pussy crapola you hear on k-fr(o)g around these parts or your parts for that matter. the real deal shit. because like the band says, ‘pop country really sucks.’
yep, plus some of the best country musicians this side of the last late great batch of country pickers from the heart of country music not since the likes of clarence white et al. that doesn’t make much sense but i don’t care. more kids to be sure. kids that kick ass.
johnny hiland– electric guitar; andy gibson– several steel guitars; randy kohrs, dobro; joe buck, bass; donnie herron, fiddle; shawn mcwilliams, drums.
then there’s leader of the pack, hank williams lll, vocals and guitars. the grandson of the late legendary country crooner/composer hank williams.
if you like real country music or if you’ve never listened to hank lll and his band i think you should. no holds barred. raw in your face country. old country. the kind of stuff that brings me back to my youthful days of early country music. back when it was real americana. not the watered down puss bucket country shit of today. real country music played by some of the best musicians i’ve heard in a long damn time. period.
‘angel of sin’ is worth the price of admission alone. or ‘not everybody likes us’. or ‘country heroes’. hank williams lll, the cd, ’straight to hell’. buy it. listen to it. i’ve lost track how many times it’s played today.
‘i think i’d rather eat the barrel of a double barreled shotgun than listen to that shit they call country pop on 98.1.’
‘it’s a certain kinda livin’. it’s a certain kinda style. not everybody likes us but we drive some folks wild.’
they ‘put the dick back in dixie and the cunt back in country.’ sure nuff.
i really like these guys because they can play and they sing the truth.
jmh
some more random weirdness
the brown eyed girl said that yesterday’s blog was weird. i agreed. it was weird. it was meant to be plus i’m a little rusty because most of my writing has been football related for some time now. that deal is about over for the year. almost.
before i leave the sports venue i need to wade in on the tiger woods caddy comment. if you haven’t heard his caddy made a catty comment about phil mickelson over the weekend to some reporter or something. it seems he called phil a naughty word.
let’s be honest here. phil, better known as lefty, but i prefer hefty, is not liked on the tour. his fellow players think he is a phony or worse. i hear stuff and i continue to hear stuff along those lines. however, you don’t want your caddy making untoward statements about any other player on the tour even if they are true.
tigers comment about the whole deal was that ‘the matter had been dealt with’ time to move on. back when i worked i got into a number of scrapes with the public. once i explained what happened it was usually, ‘don’t do it again.’ i imagine in tiger’s case it was a round of high fives and a good hearty laugh. and of course, don’t do it again.
my friend, jwfh, did another rain blog over night. stellar as usual. he wanted to sleep out in the car to really get into the rain. i should have thought of that. sleeping in the car under the tin carport roof would be heaven in a way. harkening back to my days in nam and the monsoons hammering the tin roofs there. or perhaps high school or college days at the drive-in theatre and it’s raining. cold, freezing, half naked teenage lust on a car seat. um, yeah.
we have more rain in the forecast for today. cold temps as well. the brown eyed girl read me a weather rumor last night that said snow levels down to 1,000 ft for this evening. that means here. if it’s true or happens. she’s coming over for dinner and spending the night here. perhaps we’ll bundle up, sit on the veranda, and wait for the snow to fall with a nice glass of gold medal sherry or port to ward off the cold.
for now the sun is out, the sky is bright, the foothills and mountains are alive with snow. i’ve seen more but it’s a start.
it’s christmas. i’m happy. yeah, jwfh, amazing ain’t it? here’s something from the vault. it isn’t christmas related but it has a keith richards vibe to it. enjoy.
i hear the click clack of your feet on the stairs
what a great line, pure gold from the glimmer twins. who else? i hear the click clack of some lady’s feet on the concrete drive every morning. heels. hopefully open toed. at least i’m hoping it’s a lady. i haven’t looked to see who it is. i guess the fantasy thing is ok for now. i mean it could be some decked out dude or some well, overly well fed mamacita. or it could be heaven in heels for that matter. i don’t want to know. not yet. just that sound is enough to make a man’s mind wander or at least this man’s mind. what’s left of it anyways. wander to all sorts of different spots. then you toss in some thing on cable about vegas and the m i t gang that busted vegas up for a time. and the mind drifts back.
back to vegas and the beginning of the first gulf war. that was the last time i was in vegas, alone. i was supposed to be there with girlfriend at the time or actually my ex, cause i’d wandered off. it just wasn’t working. for both of us. a lovely vietnamese lady. years later we stumbled upon each other again and tried, again, with the same results. i wandered off. again. veering.
i’d had the hotel reservations for some time and i guess i just needed to go and forget or something. plus the new war was about to kick off and it indeed did while i was there. and well, lots of shit slopping around in my addled brain.
vegas isn’t one of my favorite places. never has been. i prefer lake tahoe. it’s more laid back. for gambling, drinking and relaxing. though i’d stay away over labor day weekend. these days i stay away from everything over any 3 day weekend. at any rate those were the days when i did actually gamble. i don’t any more. just the california lottery these days. the super lotto. however, those that know say the horse race deal is the one to bet when it gets big. hard for me to get a grip on shit today. tangents. i will also occasionally bet college football now and again. but that doesn’t count. yes, of course.
ok. so i’m in vegas. the hotel california. may as well have been. i’m in one of the bars in the casino having a drink and playing video poker. taking a break from real poker. ah, yeah, here comes another tangent. 7 card stud. not the texas stuff of today. too much luck involved there. sure luck in all the gambling deals but that game leaves me cold. so i’m at the bar playing video poker, drinking. a very nice looking lady sits down a couple of seats away. she’s alone. nicely dressed and yeah, sorta hot. she gets a drink and starts dropping quarters in the machine.
well, we start chatting. she’s very nice and bright. we have a few drinks. all is sweetness and light. what could be better? she’s a reader and an ex professional athlete. and italian. how cool is that? a damn trifecta. she says she’s got to take care of something but would like to see me later that night for more chatting and drinking. well, you don’t have to ask me twice. the date was made.
later that evening we meet in the hotel bar. she looks even lovelier than she did earlier in the day. sweet. we have a drink and she suggests we go upstairs to my room and have another drink. fine by me. she’s such a vivacious and intelligent lady i was falling in love. honey, i’ll follow you anywhere. so we get upstairs and of course she turns out to be a working lady. what else could the deal be? naturally. but like i said i was falling in love and working ladies don’t bother me. bills gotta be paid.
it was a really great time. for me and for her. she liked it just as much as i did. the grand finale was right from the cd i’m listening to, ‘parachute woman’, her favorite activity. she did it well. i came in her hair. sorta. i didn’t notice till she was leaving. of course she was in a hurry to leave. another appointment. so i didn’t say anything. yes, yes, yes of course. my bad. a sorta very early ’something about mary’.
one evening a month or so later i was home asleep, more like passed out, on the couch. tv on. the phone woke me up. it was her. i was groggy and didn’t really pick up on just who the fuck it was. i’m like going, who? who? just like some sad demented owl. i didn’t realize it was her till after she hung up on me. then i woke up. i didn’t sleep much the rest of the night. pretty much non-stop brain streaming shit. no, she never called back.
music provided by, the rolling stones, ‘beggars banquet’.
jmh
random rainy day dream away randomness
winter has finally hit socal. cold weather. well, cold for this desert anyway. plus a nice hard rain. there’s nothing like a nice rain especially after the last few winters of desultory or just vague rain fall. if the state doesn’t go broke in the next few days i’m certain the water police will be out and about this coming summer. count on it.
my friend, jwfh, did a nice piece on rain today. it got me thinking. rain is god’s atonement for us or a washing machine, as it were. sure sometimes there is a bit too much rain but sometimes the washer overflows or one of the hoses breaks. none the less, those of us who live here in this desert love the rain and god’s stellar rinse cycle pretty much anytime it’s available.
this past friday the brown eyed girl and i attended a family function. a funeral to be exact. one of the brown eyed girl’s uncles. funerals are funerals and this one was just the usual except for the music. a small mariachi group, led by the uncle’s oldest son, played some fine haunting stuff during the mass, at the graveside, and at the lunch after wards.
during the lunch i had to make several trips to the food line to get stuff for the brown eyed girl and myself. it was a small room and a large crowd of relatives and friends. there was an attractive young blond woman with huge tits who was clogging up one of the aisles. she was chatting with someone and seemed to get annoyed with anyone who had to walk through her, i’m sure, very very important conversation. women pushing kids in strollers or old white guys hauling stuff to and from the food line. it didn’t matter. she wasn’t happy and only grudingly moved. anyways, i’m thinkin’ she’s one of the reasons it’s raining.
the brown eyed girl and i spent yesterday afternoon making english toffee candy and merange cookies called brutti something or another. she was supposed to do the deal with one of her girlfriends. they do it every year around this time. trouble was they just couldn’t work out a day and a time. something always happened. so i volunteered to assist the brown eyed girl.
i’m a pretty good cook but baking has and never will be one of my fortes. i just don’t have the patience for it. even though my mom was an amazing baker and my dad made a living doing it before ww2. i guess those genes didn’t get passed along. it was fun and i enjoyed it but after 3 or 4 hours of the fun i’d had enough candy cookie making for one day. i must say the stuff tastes wonderful and i’m happy i was able to help but as a regular thing. no thanks. but then i’m not a sweets or desserts person for the most part. i’m a ‘call any vegatable…call one today’ sorta guy. ok. before someone asks the veggie reference is an old mothers of invention tune of the same name.
the rain has been coming down for almost 12 hours straight now. it’s still raining hard. the street out front is a sorta rampant stream. one i’m glad i don’t have to ford. the temperature is hovering around 43 degrees. winter has finally fallen and i couldn’t be happier.
jmh
college football bowl picks 2008-09
yes, kids, it’s that time of year again. kris kringle and the college football bowl season. it also signals the long wait between now and september of next year when things get rolling again. no more thursday nights spent sipping ale and watching the game with the cat while the brown eyed girl is at her sculpture class. ah, fond memories. it almost brings a tear to my eye. but i drift.
last year i ran the whole lot of them down. not this year. just like during the regular season i’m only doing ten of the games. which brings another digression. my final stats for the regular season were 80 for 146. nothing outstanding but better than 50%. sorta.
ok. so only 10 bowl games for me this year because they are probably the only 10 i’ll actually sit through. for the most part most of the games are stinkers and the only folks interested are the hapless fools who actually travel from where ever to whatever to sit in the stands and drink over priced brews. maybe if you’re lucky you can snag a beer or two. maybe not.
the bowl folks and chamber of commerce folks love them though. most of the time they make enough money on the rubes who do go sit and cheer for the old home team. espn also pays a bundle for the games. but that’s another blog.
enough yammering let’s rock ‘n’ roll.
dec 20, las vegas bowl, las vegas. byu vs arizona. arizona favored by 3 points. it seems like byu is a perennial for this bowl game. i guess the vegas wags figure that the mormons like to let their hair down once a year in vegas and the game gives them a chance to party down. at any rate, for some reason arizona is the favorite. i don’t think so. byu doesn’t go to vegas to drink and mess with the hookers. they go to play football. take byu to win or cover the spread.
dec 23, poinsettia bowl, san diego. boise st vs tcu. tcu favored by 2.5 points. san diego is fun any time of the year. it’s just getting there that’s the hard part. at least if you drive. any the ways, this one is probably one of the best match-ups of the bowl season. boise’s offense meets tcu’s defense. the kicker being it’s a neutral field. sweet. no home smurf turf and boise gets to play a pretty good team. take the horned toads frogs or whatever to win and cover. in simple english, take tcu.
dec 24, hawaii bowl, honolulu. notre dame vs hawaii. hawaii favored by 1.5 points. no one is really sure just why the golden domers are going to any bowl game this year. the only reason being it’s a good bet the faithful will travel to the islands and while getting the sunburn of their lives go to see notre dame get beat. it’s that simple. charlie and the boys lose another one. take hawaii. hey, it’s christmas eve grab some absolut and hunker down. merry christmas.
dec 27, emerald bowl, san francisco. cal vs miami. cal favored by 7 points. if it’s not raining this could be an interesting game. if cal shows up in a playing mood they might even cover the spread or win. all they have to do is cross the oakland bay bridge and they are there. seems simple enough but cal is disappointing most of the time. take miami to win or cover the spread.
dec 30, holiday bowl, san diego. oklahoma st vs oregon. oklahoma st favored by 3 points. another sleeper here kids. this one is going to be a good one. or at least it seems so on paper. plus san diego once again. i’m counting on my ducks to pull this one out of the almost new years eve hat and win. take the ducks to cover the spread or win. GO DUCKS!!!!
dec 31, sun bowl, ft worth. oregon st vs pittsburg. oregon st favored by 3 points. yes, another pac 10 team. your point? oh, i’m a homer. you bet i am. this one could get ugly if the beavers take out their rose bowl frustrations on pitt. i’m counting on it. take the beavers to win and cover. happy new year.
jan 1, rose bowl, pasadena. usc vs penn st. usc favored by 10 points. it should be a good game. if usc can find an offense and score more points than joe pa’s boys i’ll be a happy camper. that’s the problem. usc and their semi sorta offense. actually i’m kind of glad sarkasian is leaving. sue me. the usc defense is the best in the nation. at any rate, take usc to cover the spread and win.
jan 2, cotton bowl, dallas. texas tech vs ole miss. texas favored by 5.5 points. it’s nice to see ole miss in a bowl game. to bad they have to play the red raiders from texas. my sorta alma mater of sorts. it should be a good game. or at least i hope so. take texas tech to win and cover the points. also take the time to visit: http://www.vietnam.ttu.edu/
jan 2, sugar bowl, the big easy. utah vs alabama. bama favored by 10.5 points. usual readers know i’m an old tide fan. i love em. i’m also a fan of utah this year. a dilemma for sure. guess what? take utah to cover the spread and maybe even win. yep, they are probably already tired of hearing how badly the tide is going to stomp them. i don’t think so. utah, take em.
jan 8, bcs championship game, maimi. oklahoma vs florida. florida favored by 3.5 points. i may or may not even watch this one. i’m usually fed up with the bowls by this point in time. simple easy. take florida to win or cover.
that’s it. the games i’ll more than likely watch. maybe. forget about the rest of them. just remember not to get stupid and take my advice and put any money on any of these games. games where anything can happen because the wait is too damn long after the regular season. most of the kids will have been robbing liquor stores and smoking crack during the month before the games. only a fool bets bowl games. capice? good. enjoy the holidays and the games. no more college football till september 09. crap. is it september yet?
jmh
