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Mine Creek Revelations by Louie Graves: Football dreams


NEXT WEEK this column will be an updated repeat of my yearly piece on visiting a Native American restaurant on Thanksgiving Day.

It’s probably the third or fourth time I’ve dusted it off, rewritten it and presented it as the truth in our issue following Thanksgiving.

So, for all of you who swallowed Hillary’s and Donald’s lines of baloney during the thankfully-concluded campaign, my next column is NOT TRUE. It is what I like to call … ‘“humor.”

I’m giving you fair warning.


A FAMILY TRADITION GONE. I don’t know what vegetarians eat after Thanksgiving, but I grew up devouring leftover turkey or ham sandwiches. As far back as I can remember, the sandwiches were ‘dressed’ with something called Durkee’s Famous Sauce which was a sorta tart mixture of mayo and mustard and other stuff. It came in a tall bottle with a pale blue label.

Since that’s the way my post-Thanksgiving sandwiches have been made going all the way back to grandma’s house, I always try to have some Durkee’s on hand at Thanksgiving time.

It’s a tradition which is now broken. No local grocer carries Durkee’s anymore. If I had thought about it a couple of weeks ago I could have ordered it online. But that would have required some thought.

According to a company history, Durkee’s sauce is more than 150 years old. It was served in the Lincoln White House.

I read an online article that said the Trump White House would serve a product from Russia. It was online, so it’s true.


GOLLY, we do love our football in this corner of southwest Arkansas. And I do not know what I’ll do with myself on Friday nights for a while.

The Scrappers were unexpectedly ejected from the playoffs, and our Rattlers and Outlaws are done, too.

Thanks to the players, coaches, moms & dads, cheer squads, bands, flag lines and majorettes who followed the Hornets, Outlaws, Rattlers and Scrappers for an entertaining season. Remember, it’s just a game and we’ll meet at the stadium again next year.


One of the Scrappers’ biggest fans is Jerry ‘Bubba’ Chambers who doesn’t get to see the team play on Friday nights. That’s because Bubba is in a nursing facility and can’t get out to the stadium which is — frustratingly — only two blocks away.

Bubba is a fierce competitor in the News-Leader weekly football contest, and he doesn’t hesitate to contact this writer when he thinks the newspaper is wrong. Which is often.

Bubba wrote lyrics for a song about Nashville and the Scrappers, and I am proud to reprint his work here.



Football’s Back

It’s time for some Orange and Black;

Running and passing and making them sacks.

Don’t give up on them too early,

They will come roaring back.

Every young man wants to be a Scrapper.


Lots of people love it,

You can see it in their eyes.

Make our little town come to life

on FRIDAY nights.

We love our Scrappers,

Young and old we support them strong.

We keep some young ones growing up.

They can’t hardly wait to get in line.

The mommys support their sons.


Them moms know how to have fun,

And the coaches know how to ‘git her done.’


They mold them into men,

Values they carry with them to the end.

Come on Orange and Black, it’s

Friday Night!

Fight, fight, fight, fight.

Friday Night. Friday Night.

(Columnist’s note: I’m not real sure of the tune, so just use whatever comes to what’s left of your mind.)


THE TWINS. Last nite I sat down for a feast of oriental food with the Siamese Twins, Sweet and Sour. We used chopsticks.


THINGS I LEARNED FROM opening email: If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a stupid song about him?


HE SAID: “The Constitution only gives people the right to pursue happiness. You have to catch it yourself.” Benjamin Franklin, statesman, inventor, newspaper publisher


SHE SAID: “Can anyone understand how it is to have lived in the White House and then, suddenly, to be living alone as the President’s widow?” Jackie Kennedy, First Lady