tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709698839135404853.post4584248371172305800..comments2023-02-27T08:39:57.803-06:00Comments on Heavener blogs: When football was kingCraig Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11265567466052776075noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709698839135404853.post-58849288954852393462009-11-20T14:38:16.176-06:002009-11-20T14:38:16.176-06:00Thanks for the info, Glen.
...and since you men...Thanks for the info, Glen. <br /><br />...and since you mentioned it, the class of '62 began learning the basics of the game of football in the 6th grade, also. Mr. Seldon Taylor, West Side Principal, would gather us guys out on the front lawn of the school in the afternoon. That's where we got our first taste of how to run 'plays'. Like you said, it was just practice.Chuckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07989033775725464917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709698839135404853.post-60485074876042870972009-11-20T08:03:26.519-06:002009-11-20T08:03:26.519-06:00One small correction to my previous entry. Bob Te...One small correction to my previous entry. Bob Terry did scout our opponents.Glen Lazalierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04202758035423138294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709698839135404853.post-31496714246870138662009-11-20T08:02:05.513-06:002009-11-20T08:02:05.513-06:00Twid did not have an assistant. I can't speak...Twid did not have an assistant. I can't speak for the teams of the early 60s but the 1958 team started playing together in the sixth grade (practice only) and remained pretty much a unit all through Junior High and High School. That may have been part of the reason for our success. We weren't very big (Robert Rockman was the only player who weighed more than 200 pounds) and we weren&#Glen Lazalierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04202758035423138294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709698839135404853.post-46737907170829136462009-11-19T17:26:19.069-06:002009-11-19T17:26:19.069-06:00I think we'd all agree that the coach had a la...I think we'd all agree that the coach had a large part in getting that 'winning spirit' into the boys you described, Colin. Coach Twidwell and Coach Collins (with their assistants' help) knew how to make believers out of their teams. We thought we could beat anyone back then because they had us trained to think we could.<br /><br />Come to think of it, did Coach Twidwell have Chuckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07989033775725464917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709698839135404853.post-34457115193113890172009-11-19T09:06:57.687-06:002009-11-19T09:06:57.687-06:00Just wondering; What happened to King Football? W...Just wondering; What happened to King Football? Was it just HHS's winning tradition that made football King back then? If so, what made those teams winners? The players back then were pretty much just ordinary young men; not especially big, strong, or fast. Only a few went on to play for colleges (Tatum, Johnson, Titsworth, and a few more) I don't know the answer, just wondering.colinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14235038353338949636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709698839135404853.post-61059596153307251552009-11-18T20:46:53.466-06:002009-11-18T20:46:53.466-06:00I also remember cars lined around the curve that s...I also remember cars lined around the curve that surrounded Harvey Stadium up on the hill. Mama Joe (Bain) often parked there on the hill when it was too cold to get out of her car. Hers was among several cars that were always there!Kathy Bain Dunnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00864551889191303476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709698839135404853.post-79034334465038954012009-11-18T20:42:24.274-06:002009-11-18T20:42:24.274-06:00My Daddy, Elmo Bain, was on that fence for every g...My Daddy, Elmo Bain, was on that fence for every game for years and years. I remember one year after Harry and I were working in Mid-Del - - Harry and David Twidwell (Coach Twid's son) are great friends, and Dave gave Harry a big bunch of Twid's Sporting Goods hats for Dad to give all the men on the fence. Every coach and others in the Metro wanted those caps in the worst way, but they Kathy Bain Dunnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00864551889191303476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709698839135404853.post-23370644062753199092009-11-18T19:40:50.185-06:002009-11-18T19:40:50.185-06:00I know whereof you speak, John. From the time I b...I know whereof you speak, John. From the time I began playing Junior High football until my Senior season in 1958, my Father, Carl, never missed a single game. He also was at many of our daily practices. And he took a carload of us on trips to Tulsa Marquette and Bethany when we attended a college game on the next day. Even after I was graduated, he went on to attend virtually all the games Glen Lazalierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04202758035423138294noreply@blogger.com