The semifinal game against Louisville was one of the greatest exhibitions of athleticism on a basketball court I have ever seen. I could not believe they lost the final.
I met Deacon Jones at the team spring training hotel in 1979. He was sitting at a table by the pool w/ J.R. Richard.
I was 8 and didn’t know who he was, but my mom introduced us. He had a huge smile for me and we talked about the team for about 5 minutes.
Those were great times and great memories.
Nice article:
The '85 WS is probably the most memorable of my youth for several reasons.
Doyle Brunson 89.
Bill Saluga - the alter ego of Raymond J Johnson, Jr.
Jim Brown, 87
He claimed to be a better lacrosse player than football player. He had a big life. R.I.P.
That dude was a man’s man. What a life, indeed.
I wouldn’t go that far. A life full of many highs and lows. He, like all people, contained multitudes.
He was awesome in, “Mars Attacks!”
Not sure how this got past such a musically rich group of Astros fans. Andy Rourke, 59.
Bummer. Him and Mike Joyce are one of my favorite rhythm sections of that era.
Damn. Ray Stevenson, 58.
RIP Titus Pullo.
What?
Damn, that guy was fantastic in many roles.
John Nova Lomax
I always appreciated his window into Houston and Texas culture. I will certainly miss reading him.
Damn, really, another? He and his dad were must reads.
Tina Turner, 83.
Goddamnit.
Holy f…
I wish there was something more appropriate than a “like” to respond to that post.
Sad news.