(The Continuing Adventures Of Eurby And Fred)
By Fred A. Lawson
It was June of
1964, the day my sister graduated from High School. I left the
house that morning with orders that my presence was required
that evening for my sister's graduation.
OK, Mom”, I said, and off I went to enjoy the day; so I ran
through town and within five minutes was at the Girton Building,
the home of Eurby T. Grubbs.
Eurby grabbed a football, and a hand-full of change and we were
off to see what the day had in store. We walked and talked and
tossed the football back and forth. I always brought up what I
had watched on TV the previous night and Eurby always scolded me
for watching too much TV. He loved to redneck me about having
the TV Guide memorized. With only channels 2 ,7, and 13, it
wasn’t that difficult!
June is a wonderful time of the year for young men because young
Midwestern girls have break out the shorts and skimpy tops and
Winchester, for it's population, had an abundance of beautiful
After about two hours of walking and ogling, and enjoying the
fresh Spring air, it was time for a “Soda Break“. In those
days there was only one place to go - The Sunray DX Gas And
Service Station. It was a great place to visit; more bull than
the stockyards and a 16 oz. Pepsi in a glass bottle for 10
cents. Eurby and I grabbed two Pepsi's from the beat up cooler,
laid down our dimes and ambled to the garage area to get our
red-necking and a couple of good old arm frogs from Eurby's
brother, John and the ever-popular Melvin Smoot.
The afternoon sun was getting warm and Eurby and I had decided
to go for a little work out; when you hung out with Eurby there
was always a workout. We would run ‘til our legs ached and our
lungs burned - and then do it again.
Eurby kept throwing me the football and that day I kept dropping
it, not a good thing to do around Eurby. He would shake his
head and tell me to do it again. He ran me through the same
drill over again but to no avail. After about three hours of
this, Eurby told me he was getting tired and we should call it a
day. I kept protesting, “one more pass, Eurby” and I would drop
it or overrun it or under run it.
Finally Eurby said, “I'm done, Fred.” And I said ” One more,
Eurby, just one more.”
“ No”, Eurby insisted, “I'm done!” Well I couldn’t let it go,
so finally Eurby said “OK, Fred, but this time you better catch
Eurby yelled, “GO LONG!!!!!!” And I did...
The Best Way To Check A Mellon For Ripeness Is to Thump It!
The pass Eurby threw was a beauty. The arc of the ball was
magnificent and the spiral was perfect and the length of the
pass was about 30 yards.
I took off at full speed, tracking that ball like a rabbit
tracking a carrot. I tracked it over my left shoulder and I
knew I had it and the ball made that sweet popping sound as I
brought it in to my arms and chest.......”I Had
It!!!!!!”.........” I Had It!!!!!”..... I turned my head
straight ahead after the catch and ran “FULL SPEED” into a
Checking For Life?
The next thing I remember was laying on my back on the grass, an
incredible fireworks display with real stars! Eurby knelt over
me talking in a low voice, “talk to me Fred, tell me you’re
OK!” I slowly opened my eyes and glanced around – everything
was spinning and my head was pounding.
Eurby helped me to my feet. It was time to survey the damage.
My nose was twice its width, my head ached and my front teeth
were loose. I looked Eurby straight in the eyes and said, “You
going to give me a catch on that one or not?” Eurby looked at
me with some surprise and said, “It's a catch Fred.”
Well, I made it
to my sister's graduation, I sat in the balcony in total misery
listening to the theme song for “Queen For A Day”......(remember
that TV show?)
It was hell listening to the speeches and the roll call when
each class member was called to receive their diploma....AND
THEN IT HAPPENED!
They called the
name - Homer Jones! Now, I can't tell you how
long Homer was in High School or how old he was. I do know he
always had a 5 o'clock shadow and a receding hairline. But
that's not important. The important thing was when Mr. Jones
handed Homer his Diploma, the entire field house erupted
into a standing ovation that lasted at least a minute and maybe
longer! For that minute, I forgot how bad my head
hurt. The air was electric - HOMER HAD DONE IT!!!!!!
Well, that's my story. Is there a moral? You betcha!
Never Give Up On Any Thing
When Eurby Says He's Tired And
Wants To Go Home.....”Don't Push It.”