Editorial

Mark Hudspeth is getting quite good at apologizing for his team’s behavior away from the football field, even more so than he is at coaching the group of young men on the artificial turf of Cajun Field.

I was hoping it was an early April Fools’ Day joke.
This past Friday, four-time Masters champion Tiger Woods announced on his Website that he would not be able to play in this year’s tournament due to his back problems.

Survive and advance.
That phrase is often used at this time of the year when the NCAA Men’s Basketball Tournament dominates the national sports conscience, as 68 teams attempt to win the national championship, or at least reach the Final Four.

I wanted to be Dale Murphy.
There was nothing that I wanted more as a small boy growing up than to wear No. 3 and play right field for the Atlanta Braves, well except maybe having the G.I. Joe aircraft carrier from the Sears Wish Book magically appear underneath my Christmas tree.

Two.

For generations, the old cotton planters of Evangeline Parish were forced to deal with one of the most invasive and destructive insects ever to enter the parish -- the boll weevil.

There is a man by the name of Arturo Velazques that has crossed the border between the United States and Mexico multiple times illegally. That man chose to make Evangeline Parish his home, and an American citizen helped him do it.

As the news of Donald Trump’s victory in the Presidential election rang out through the country, one undeniable fact came blasting out of the din of 50 million joyous shouts and 50 million collective groans; this election was never about a person.

The amount of air pressure inside a football, the act of kneeling as a form of silent protest and touchdown celebrations in the end zone.

The Hatter’s madcap tea party has finally come to an end.