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It stinks being born on a MondayPosted Monday, July 25, 2011, at 11:26 AM
The recent birth of my second granddaughter Hannah got me to wondering what was happening the day I was born.
Yes I know it's an age-old question that very few people every really answer. So I decided to see what was in the air or in the water or in the mix the cold, snowy and wintry day in February of 1960 when Mr. and Mrs. Curl's little future sports writer was rushed into the world kicking and screaming -- something I've never been accused of stopping since.
At least Hannah will have a thing or two of note sports wise to relish when she gets older.
Football fans were anxiously awaiting the outcome of negotiations to end the NFL lockout, baseball fans were reeling with amazement at the Pittsburgh Pirates run to first place and the Cleveland Indians battle to remain atop their division.
She will also be able to recall the NBA lockout was in the news and that the All-Star break had just ended.
But for me, sadly, there's no such topics to banter about. Instead there was much less to ponder, much less.
When I did the research I quickly came to a realization. One that could be considered just the least bit depressing for a sports fan -- It really stinks to be born on a Monday back then.
It was before Monday Night Football, before the flurry of made-for-TV sports that came along many, many years later and mostly it was February.
Yes, the shortest month of the year with a day added only once every four years. It truly is a maligned, yet under appreciated month.
But the day I was born, the 22nd specifically at around 8:30 p.m. according to my birth certificate, it was relatively quiet on the sports front.
Oh sure, President Eisenhower was in the midst of traveling to Puerto Rico and the Hispanic countries and the space race was in its own infancy and the world had just welcomed the birth of the Queen of England's third child.
Guess that's why I couldn't find a national announcement anywhere regarding my own deliverance into this world.
Locally, the Daily Citizen had the local hoops scores from over the weekend and it was preparing to cover the upcoming basketball sectional.
Pleasantville had knocked off Graysville 46-45 on Friday much like Bicknell had edged Dugger 61-60, L&M had stopped Worthington 63-52 and Sandborn had defeated Decker 45-34.
But aside from the United States chasing it's first gold medal in the Winter Olympics at Squaw Valley, Calif. -- which later that week did happen when Carol Heiss won the women's figure skating gold medal -- there wasn't a lot going on nationally elsewhere.
The most blaring thing I noticed, in the Daily Citizen at least, was that Indiana had posted a solid 92-78 win at Illinois.
Walt Bellamy led the Hoosiers with a 42-point night, which was a record for the Champaign, Ill. gym.
Also that night an Adolph Rupp-led Kentucky team knocked off Alabama in Montgomery by a 75-53 tally thanks to a game-high 18 points from the Wildcats' Bill Lickert.
Here's a distressing note for our own Nick Schneider, Purdue lost to Iowa 78-68 despite Terry Dischinger scoring 27 and Jerry Berkshire 25 for the Boilermakers.
It was also a tough night for Indiana State, who fell rather handily to Southern Illinois 92-79 at Carbondale.
St. Joseph's defeated Bellarmine 98-89 and Bluffton topped Goshen 93-79.
If all of that's not enough, the No. 1 song on the Billboard chart was the Theme to "A Summer Place" by Percy Faith and his Orchestra.
It rose to the top between "Teen Angel" by Mark Dinning and "Stuck on You" by Elvis, I can't catch break.
One of the saddest things to a baseball history buff such as myself comes in the fact that the day I was born was the last full day of the existence of Ebbets Field.
Demolition began on the legendary home of the Brooklyn Dodgers the next day. It was later replaced with apartment buildings.
And finally a snowstorm appeared to have blanketed the Midwest, which explains why my mother and father had to wait a week to take me home.
Guess it just goes to show that you can't have everything.
Rick is a sports writer for the Greene County Daily World. He can be reached by telephone at (812) 847-4487. He can be reached by email at email@example.com.
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