As an Air Force family, we moved around a lot. In fact, I attended 11 schools between kindergarten and high school graduation. My younger sister, Diane, was very shy and this was always very difficult for her. The “new kid” is an ideal target for bullying. I remember the year my father was transferred to Charleston Air Force Base. We arrived right after Christmas. Diane was in the seventh grade. As soon as she started classes, she became a victim of bullying. The most popular girl in school, a pretty young student named Ginger, decided to make my sister her personal project.
The Good Lord gave us a glorious sunrise, the glowing orb back-lighting a cloud in the eastern sky that looked for all the world like an angel in flight. I snapped a few photos as the sun slowly nibbled away the cloud bank. In a matter of minutes, the sun did what it has been doing for the past month, sending its searing heat down on us.
Kevin Beasley, Ruston photographer, and I were motoring slowly across the surface of Lake Claiborne, looking for the tell-tale surface splash of striped bass feeding on threadfin shad; they’d been doing that every morning for weeks. We searched and sweated in vain for nearly an hour without seeing a single feeding fish.
For members of the coaching profession, every loss is tough.
One point, 10 points or by whatever differential, getting beat is the pits.
But some losses are much tougher than others.
They enter into altogether different realm than others that a coach goes through in a lifetime.
If anyone could qualify as an unofficial “expert” on such low times in the job, it is Kim Mulkey.
For sure, I can name two such situations involving the former Louisiana Tech University Lady Techsters’ backcourt star.