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Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Austin LBJ 20 Alamo Heights 13 November 22, 2014

Mules 2014 Season Comes to Soggy End at Hands of Austin LBJ 20-13
By Bob Cohen, Senior Editor Still Drying Out
           
Just in case you think we're exaggerating about the rain!
            (San Marcos)—Back in the 60’s and 70’s the Dallas Cowboys had a thing about wearing their blue jerseys in playoff games as in “nothing good happened” when they did, or not usually anyway.  The editorial staff of the Mule Fan is typically indifferent to superstition but perhaps is just starting to get the heebie-jeebies about Bobcat Stadium and playoff games.  The Mules have been eliminated from the playoffs in three of the last six seasons on that field including the 2014-15 edition, which went down last Saturday afternoon to Austin’s LBJ Jaguars 20-13 ending a fine season on a down note.  Well heck, all the season-enders sting, no matter what round.  

            All of Mule Nation knew that the weather was going to play into this one.  And it did.  It could have been worse in the first half.  It could have been 36 degrees as one fan in the stands put it.  It bucketed down rain for most of the fans on the commute up IH-35 and throughout most of the first half.   As luck would have it, the rain let up for both bands at halftime. But it is fair to say that the Mules football team was harder done by it.  A slippery ball played a role in putting the Mules behind 14-0 in the first half.  The first Jaguar score was a result of a strip from the hands of running back Tucker Azar, which Jaguar’s linebacker Ashton Williams took for 45 yards to break the ice.  And later in the second period, with Mules on their own 26-yard line, the football squirted out of the hands of Mules quarterback Dalton Banks in a one-two combination initiated by a jarring hit from an LBJ defender and the resulting scoop by linebacker Sam Oyewale who barged eight yards to the end zone planting the Mules in a 14-0 hole under still darkened skies.  That’s the way the scoreboard looked at the end of the first half.
Photos courtesy of Mary Candee
www.dulcedesigns.photreflect.com
            It had been more than two months since Alamo Heights had even trailed in a game let alone by two scores.  This time, in addition to a slippery slope to climb in bad weather, Austin LBJ threw a net over the Mules passing game with defensive backs that seemed sewn on to Heights receivers.  Had there been any sun to see, one wouldn’t have been able to see it in the space between Mule receiver and Jaguar defender.  This issue caused visible timing issues with a Mules battery that feeds on reads and timing routes. 
Coach Mike Norment has talked often about taking what the defense gives it.  On Saturday, the Mules paid full retail for every yard on the ground and in the air.  There was no “give” involved, best evidenced by the Mules first scoring drive of the game.  Alamo Heights got on the board in the fourth quarter when quarterback Dalton Banks finally succeeded in getting the ball over the goal line from point blank range.  But this was only after the Mules were stopped inches away from the end zone on fourth down on the previous possession after several tries to push the ball over.  The Mules gave the ball back to LBJ but forced a fumble on the first play of the drive and made a huge recovery, then scored on the first play as Banks forced his will on the Jaguars with a dive into the end zone. 
Photos courtesy of Mary Candee
www.dulcedesigns.photreflect.com


The next Alamo Heights touchdown was also hard earned.  Banks connected with Cole Yoeman on a 15-yard pass over the middle, which Yoeman bobbled but recaptured in the end zone to get the Mules to within a point of the Jaguars.  The goblins jumped back on the Mules’ collective backs when Cameron Dawley missed the PAT leaving the Mules still behind by one point.

With the Mules back in business but requiring a crucial defensive stop, LBJ sharpened up. Quarterback Avery Jackson got to the outside of the Mules left side containment and raced 53 yards to the north end zone.  The Mules were able to stop the run attempt for two, which froze the LBJ lead at seven.
With three minutes left and two timeouts in their pockets, the Mules seemingly had a chance to let their offense, which had begun to find its footing in the second half, get to work on making a last run in a one possession game and by comparison, in “dryer” conditions.  This is where all of the field length drives that the Mules had during the regular season would surely come in handy.  However, the LBJ defense stayed on script and rose to the occasion one more time on this soggy afternoon when safety Zae Giles laid out to pick off a Dalton Banks pass attempt, ending the Mules 2014 hopes.
The stat sheet told the story in two places.  To begin with, Alamo Heights won almost every category.  But it was known that to win, the LBJ running attack needed to be stopped. For the most part, it was. The Jags went 189 yards in 44 carries and threw the ball only six times.  The Mules defense made stop-after-stop.  But LBJ got in THE key lick on the last rushing TD from their quarterback.  The last 53 yards of his 114-yard day were cyanide-laced and dictated the do-or-die nature of the final Alamo Heights possession.  In actual fact though, the serrated-edged dagger to the Mules was that they lost all four of their turnovers, two of which were for touchdowns.  The one fumble that LBJ did lose was crucial to the Mules as well and put them in a position to keep the pressure on.  But the task, while tough under any circumstances, becomes Herculean when the aquifer is in the “all you can eat” mode.
The Mules finished their season with an impressive 9-3 record but a quiet bus ride home would have definitely told the story of the team’s disappointment with the second round exit.  And so it goes in football.  As one varsity dad pointed out after a tearful hug from his senior son before boarding the bus for the unhappy trip home, “somebody has to win and somebody has to lose.” 

District 27-5A Playoff Results
Cedar Park 49 Boerne Champion 27
Kerrville Tivy 35 Georgetown East View 17
Austin Vandergrift 42 Lockhart 13

Photos and a Message by Mary Candee

As you know, the Mule Fan blog struggles to make sense each week.  On our best days, we hope we might entertain. Crucial to that effort is the photographic wizardry of one Mary Candee, without whom you’d be subjected to crayon on butcher paper and football stick figures from your editor.  That would hardly be up to scratch for the discriminating taste of the citizens of Mule Nation.  So each week, Mary comes through with great shots, which are a “net add” to our efforts and when you absolutely can’t stomach to drivel you’re reading, at least the action shots are worth the price of admission. Thanks Mary, for completing us.  Please see the message below directly from Mary Candee and her team.

Mule Fans,

It has been an honor and a privilege to capture all our 2014-15 Alamo Heights High School students this fall.

We have enjoyed capturing the fun, the effort and the community as the students have all excelled throughout these years.  Many of you know we archive all of our photos.  We hire our own students and we give back to our community.

We know our students, our families, our community.  For those families who have signed up for your sons' file of photos from the season - those will all be available for viewing by the middle of next week, around December 3rd.  From these file photos, your holiday selection will be an easy - customized option, with plenty of time for holiday delivery.

Thank you again for the wonderful opportunity this fall.  Mules, be proud - it was a fun vibrant season!

Thank you,
Mary Candee & Jeff Weigel
  Katie Weigel, Sean DeJong-Tinney 
   Alex Greenwood & Hannah Williams
Dulce Design Photography
Your Personal Photographers
  Your Community Photographers
www.dulcedesigns.photoreflect.com
macandee@aol.com
(210) 241-3112 

The Final Canned Ham

Traditionally, the pig gets this week off.  But not in the land of the Mule Fan.  To be accurate, it is true that the Mayflower came loaded with pigrims.  It just isn’t reported as commonly.  The swine was a stowaway on that voyage to Pigmouth Rock.  Remember, the turkey was for lunch. What do you think they had for breakfast that morning?? It wasn’t Pop Tarts. There was bacon for everyone.  There were no canned hams in those days because aluminum hadn’t been discovered. 
Anyway, this week in celebration of appyhay anksgivingthay (that’s pig latin), we dump out the cornucopia full of the pinkest turkey around, to all the parents (especially the cadre of Mule Moms) who worked so hard to make the season fun for everyone.  Arranging lunches, painting posters, booking busses, putting the program/rosters together, ordering and selling merchandise, hosting tailgates, and on and on and on.  There’s no way to properly say thanks for that awesome effort.  Hopefully a chunk of mouth-watering-preserved-in-natural-juices canned ham will be seen as some kind of gesture that at least gets us part of the way there.
 
How to Sum it All Up??

When we get to this time of year, it is emotional to say the least.  As the collective Mule Nation, there are so many people we want to thank.  As the editorial staff of the Mule Fan goes into off-season negotiations with the Grinch-like board of directors, there is always a chance that we’ll be kicked to the curb or won’t be able to strike a deal with the suited clowns called upper management for next season’s chronicles. We have enjoyed bringing you this mish-mash of vowels and consonants and thank you for paying the subscription. We hope you feel you got good value for money.  We thank all the coaches and staff for the access that they give us and for the information that they provide us.  And we wish the seniors all the best as they charge ahead into life.

Once again last Saturday, we watched players file out of the Bobcat Stadium locker room before boarding busses, some in tears, and head over to family members and girlfriends for a hug (and an occasional sob).  The red eyes were mostly seniors knowing in most cases that they’d played their last organized football game.

A few years ago, I penned a little piece, which some folks have remembered and have asked if I would reprise.  So it has now become somewhat of a tradition I suppose and it still works I think.  Consultation with my agent raised some questions of royalties and copyrights and our ongoing struggle with management.  What’s new about that?  We’ll go for it.

First some context for those who don’t know what the heck I’m talking about. This was originally written after the gut-wrenching conclusion to the 2009 season coincidentally in the same danged stadium as last week and last year for cryin’ out loud. This reporter’s oldest son had just finished his senior season, in the state quarterfinals against Lake Travis, the eventual state champion.  It was the end of a terrific and exciting season, a close game, and none of us were ready for it to end. But end it did.  Some of us knew we would get another bite at the apple in a few years, including your humble scribe.  Others knew that was it.  Next chapter starts now.  While the piece was a personal reflection, it was written thinking it would resonate with all parents of seniors.

So remember that it has not been altered at all from that original form.  But these are new eyes on the same emotions that many surely would have felt Saturday.  Next year, I imagine I’ll do something a bit different since I’ll be one of those senior parents putting a period on the sentence.  Hopefully that'll be about 56 weeks from now.

“The Drawer”
A Reflection by Bob Cohen  

While looking in my son’s closet for one of my shirts recently, I opened “the drawer”. Not “a” drawer. It was “the” drawer. After a pause, the realization of what I was seeing hit square. I’ll bet nearly everyone reading this has one of these drawers as well. Folded up inside the drawer, or wadded up to be truthful, were pants, jerseys, sweat bands, belts, 8 ½ inch long shin guards, mouth guards small enough to fit a puppet, socks and more representing the game gear from a career in kid’s sports.

How is it possible that my oldest son has played his last game? All the 8:00 am Saturday soccer games, the nights at the Little League fields, spring afternoons in the batting cage, the weekday fall afternoons watching football practice and then finally those indescribably wonderful Friday nights under the lights in all those stadiums in all those places. Poof-over! Only the intramural fields await but I won’t see any of those contests, not without causing nearly irreparable embarrassment anyway.

Obviously this is a moment that is typically reserved for the parent of a senior, or at least a senior that isn’t moving on to the next level of organized athletics. But most of us are having our own little moments like this right about now. While I watched it all wind down last Friday night in that cold stadium in San Marcos, I struggled hard to put a period on the sentence. Can you be ready for that moment? Those were hard yards…

I stood there silently with all of the other dads, moms, grandparents and friends surrounded by my own emotions and a teary wife. Mentally it felt like being yanked out of that stage of my life into the next (with this kid anyway). I watched him kneeling down on the goal line watching the other team's celebration and wondered what he was thinking. Did he realize that he would probably never again experience the feeling of “team and camaraderie” in quite the same way? Did he recognize that he had shared an experience and a journey that he will always remember with some guys with whom he will remain life-long friends and some with whom he will lose touch? He’ll remember them all and that includes the coaches. It’s a different memory than the one about the guy who sat next to you in biology.

From running up and down a soccer field at the age of 6, right arm thrust in the air shouting encouragement to teammates while staying as far away from the ball as one can and still be in-bounds to the first year of pads and getting into a three point stance that looked like something from a Three Stooges episode to locking up in the biggest game of his life with a defensive lineman with a weight and height advantage and probably a future of playing on Saturdays…these are the images that will be etched in this parent’s memory.

There are people to thank and I’ll leave some out but not mean to do so. You fill in the blanks with your own list as you look into your drawer. Thanks to all the dads who coached him early and gave positive encouragement and constructive criticism. Thanks to the moms who cheered from the camp chairs on the sideline and who car-pooled to practice and who went to Vivroux for the umpteenth time for another batting glove or mouth guard. Wait a minute; come to think of it Vivroux should probably thank me. There was enough merchandise in that one drawer to cover their rent for a month! Thanks to the trainers and docs for keeping him patched up especially for that all-important senior year. Thanks to all the parents and grandparents and other dads for the camaraderie. These are kindred spirits brought together for an experience that is naturally shared from the inside out. To all those people who were sick of the football parents who could seemingly talk about nothing else for four years, thanks for your understanding. It will ease off now we promise. Thanks to the boys for all of the time and effort spent making themselves the best players they could be and for the priceless memories. Yes it sometimes was a hassle to tell us about every syllable that was uttered by the coaches at halftime and after the game. We’re not sorry. It was as close as we could come to a do-over. And finally, thanks to the coaches at the junior high and high school. When we hand off to you, you play a vital role. In my very ordinary high school sports career I had a few good coaches and a few that were dreadful. I remember each of them. I personally am grateful, and I know others are as well, for the experience, skills, values, lessons and confidence that this Mules coaching staff imparted to our kids from junior high on up.

If you haven’t done so yet, approach “the drawer” with caution. Do it because you have to eventually cross over. But give yourself a few minutes and reflect on the importance of the moment. Don’t just open it and shut it like you would the one just above it. Remember the hours in the backyard tossing the football or baseball, tackling the guys in the hallway in their pajamas before bed, hauling the juice boxes and donuts on your snack day, painting their helmets, throwing batting practice, car-pooling to practice, playing H-O-R-S-E, and all the rest. Then close the drawer. Maybe you can use the stuff for the younger brother. If this is truly the end of it, I hope you soaked up every minute of this year and stored the memory in its own special place. I did.
 


See you next season Mule people.  Happy Thanksgiving!

Go Mules!!!!




Posted by The Mule Fan at 1:25 PM

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  1. Debbi's BlogNov 25, 2014, 1:31:00 PM

    Fabulous Bobby!
    Caledonia '85

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