Sunday, June 12, 2005

MY OLD HIGH SCHOOL'S BASEBALL TEAM
Kingwood clinches state title with 10-5 win

From the AP via the Houston Chronicle:

ROUND ROCK -- Kenneth Negron drove in four runs to help Kingwood win its first state baseball title with a 10-5 victory over Rockwall in the UIL Class 5A final.

Negron, who was named MVP, had a three-run triple in the first inning. Josh Fountain added three hits and two RBIs for Kingwood (35-6-1).

Kingwood's Mike Ojala (12-2) gave up four runs on seven hits and struck out six. He was relieved in the seventh after Rockwall started the inning with two runs.

Rockwall's James Leverton (9-2) allowed seven runs on seven hits and was relieved after just 1 1-3 innings.

Brian Talley homered for Rockwall (32-9).

That's really pretty much the entire article. I guess that's all that's out at the moment. But if you don't believe me, and want to see the original article, click
here.

(UPDATE: Here's a longer article which points out that Kingwood has actually won four state titles this year.)

Well, I'm pretty impressed with my old school. After
winning the basketball state championship back in March, that makes two crowns for the year. And baseball, unlike basketball, which I find strange and unplayable (by me, anyway), is something I can dig. Yea Mustangs! Now when do we start kicking some ass on the gridiron? That's what I want to know. I'm sick of that river trash in Humble getting all the glory.

But while I and my old neighborhood are celebrating the victory of our sports gods, let's not forget what much of the jock mystique is all about. My buddy Shane, also from Kingwood, and who writes the marvelous
Archon of Amble blog, made the definitive comment about this when I posted about the basketball championship:

You are a a kind and decent man, rooting for your old high school team. Hell, I still burn in effigy many Kingwood sports stars. "Get a haircut, fag!" they used to say, and it warmed my soul to no end. But no, I'm not bitter twenty years later. Although, some of the football players went "punk" their senior year and I became their new fashion consultant and pal, thereby adding me to their Nerdness Protection Program. But I digress. Go 'stangs!

Indeed.

Mustang baseballers grope each other's bodies in victorious ecstasy

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