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Inaight SPOUTS FEATURES May 11, 1913 Reynolds Raps y Jeff Reynolds •!• :J It's certainly not Churchill Downs Have you ever gone to the horse races at the Fresno Fairgrounds and watched the people wbo frequent the track during the spring meet? You really should some time. I did over tbe weetend, and let me tell you, it's really funny to see people from all walks of life irOenUy studying their tip sheets while standing in line to place their bets. It was warm and sunny Saturday as I pulled my car Into the fair parking lots, ignoring the toothless old men on the street with big signs .PARK HERE, flagging cart into their yards. The sidewalks were full of people, all moving In the same direction, toward the grandstand. Kids hauling coolers and blankets, teenyboppers in tight pink shorts, hundreds, no, thousands of old people, who probably survive on Utile more than tfaeir monthly Social Security check. The first thing I did after paying my admission and buying a copy of tbe racing form was to bead for the nearest bar. That's where I met a man from Texas-Dallas I think it was-who slapped me on the back and said his name was something or other. Jimbo, I think. He told me be was here at the races to win some bit money. (Aren't we all, I thought to myself.) "I'm ready for arrythlng, by God!" be smiled. "Anything at all. Yeah, what are you oVinkin'?" I had ordered a margarita. but he wouldn't hear of it: "Naw, naw ... what the hell kind of drink is that for Kentucky Derby day? What's wrong with you boy?" He grinned and winked at the bartender. "Goddam, we gotta educate this boy. Get him some good whiskey...." Since he was buying, I didn't much care what he ordered. But after listening to his annoying southern drawl for another few minutes, I almost puked and finally told him I had some friends to meet. He slapped me on the back again and slipped me his business card, telling me that ifl ever got down Dallas way to look him up. I assured him I would and quickly got away from tbe weasely-looking Texan. I headed out to watch the trainers parade the horses in front of the grandstand before the first race. I had a good spot next to the rail when some nerve-rattling geek covered with greasy matted hair and string warts all over his face and neck crowded next to me and started mumbling incoherently about Churchill Downs and Farfa winning the Kentucky Derby. I tried to ignore tbe slobbering geek', but he kept poking me in the side, asking me where Maria was. I politely told him that Maria was in Louisville for the Derby<- but he insisted that we were at Churchill Downs and he couldn't find a betting clerk that would give turn odds on Marfa to win. I finally flagged down a passing security guard and had the wart- faced mental defective hauled away. I thought my troubles were finally over when an ugly, swinish drunk staggered by and with a sleazy smile, proceeded to throw up all over me and two other harmless bystanders. I lunged for the fat bastard, but was restrained by two of his friends. They finally hauled the sick idiot away, and I went to the bathrooms to clean myself up. Smelling a little sour and feeling twice as bad, I bet and lost on the first three races. I won a little in tbe fourth and fifth, didn't bet in the sixth and seventh, and then picked winners in the eighth, ninth and tenth, barely missing a $124.80 exacta in the ninth. I passed up the tenth, deciding to get a head start to work. My adventure wasn't quite over yet, though. Just as I left the grandstand exit, a doddering old bum came up to me and told me his wife was not feeling well and needed a ride to Valley Medical Center. Pretending I didn't hear him, I kept walking, until be whacked me across the back of my bead with his walking cane. I told him I didn't have time to take his wife to the hospital, I was late' for work. He started crying and then he pulled his wallet from his coat pocket and waved a $30 in front of me, practically begging me to help him. Reluctantly, I grabbed the $20 and helped his wife, who had a bad sunburn to my car. y After dropping them off, he thanked me and told me to bet on Olympic King in the third race Sunday. I decided to go for it and ended up winning $27.60 for a $2 bet. In vain, I looked all over for the old man, but I couldn't find him among the medium-sized crowd. I'll probably never see him again, but if I ever do, I'm going to give him his $20 back. No heroine's welcome Women bowlers third in nation ALEX PULASKI Insight reporter awaited CSUF's women's bowling team when it arrived heme from St. Louis Sunday morning. The media didn't pound down Glenn Carlson's door begging for quotes. No one asked Sharon Bailey what it was like to be named All-American. All the five-woman team did was earn CSUF the No. 3 spot In the nation for the second year in a row. They may be bitter at not getting more recognition for the feat, but they are certainly not surprised. Tbe team — actually a club because the National Collegiate Athletic Association refuses to recognize bowling as a sport — went virtually unnoticed all year. As junior Jean Dunkel said before the tournament, "We're going to the national finals and nobody knows about it" Before Saturday, CSUF bad won everything in sight. The women, coached by Carlson, won the Northern California Intercollegiate Masters beat powerful Arizona State in the West Sectional' Championship in Las Vegas. That win earned the team a trip to the nationals in St. Louis. CSUF went m ranked No. 1 in the nation and held first after Friday's semifinal round But the Bulldogs dropped to second early Saturday, then lost to third-seeded Indiana State University, 185-178. West Texas State beat Indiana State, 183-175, in the hue game. Bailey, a Junior from Orange County, and Kathy Raulien, a freshman from Elk Grove, CA., were named to the all-tournament team. The remaining team members are senior Terri Blahut of Fresno; Dunkel of Buffalo, N.Y.; aad junior Ada Lozada of Caracas, Venezuela. Only Lozada doesn't entertain thoughts of turning professional. Blahut plans to join the women's tour in January, and Bailey, Raulien and Dunkel are considering it Lozada, however, is out "just for the fun."-~- Lozada, a horticulture major, averaged 166 this year in only ber second year of organized bowling. She bowled in Venezuela, she said, but that was just "throwing the ball and hitting the pins." CSUF's Sharon Bailey (left) and Kathy Raulien placed on tbe All-Tournament team at tbe nationals In St. Lords. Raulien and Dunkel were recruited by Carlson after tbe team's success at the nationals a year ago. Because the team cannot offer scholarships, both say tbey are having trouble making ends met. The price is especially stiff for Dunkel, who must pay out-of-sUte*ttsitlon. Dunkel bowled for Erie Community College, last year's national champion, and came to CSUF because she "wanted to bowl at another good school.'' "I never heard of it until tbey showed up in the finals in nationals,'' she said. "My coach fans known Gtem for years, so I knew I was getting into a good program." Blahut, a 22-year-old ag business major, said that bowling for CSUF was a "good stepping stone to turning pro." V^ "I c wouldn't get a job from an education at (Fresno) City College,'' sbe said. "I thought I'd just do bowling on the side. But now I want to see if I can do it professionally." Bailey, the team's oldest member at 23, transferred to CSUF after a year at CSU, Long Beach. She led the Bulldogs with a 196 average. "I found out they didn't have too much of a program, so I decided to hightail it up here for the coaching," Bailey said. "I looked for the best coaching in the state ^That was Glenn Carlson.'' .-, \ Carlson, the College Union tions/recreation manager, has ed the team since its inception^ & , or '72." He has bowled professionally' for 24 years and earned $3,918 bowling part-time on the tour last year. Tne success of tbe women's tt Carlson said, is helping the men's team as well. Tte Bulldogs are brng- IngCSUFm recruits. One of the recruits Carlson hopes to land is Danny Nadeau of Las Vegas, wbo Carlson called "tte test junior bowler in tte country J' Carlson calls himself a trivia question — "Who was tte last bowler to lose to a 300 game on national television?" Jim Stefanich rolled a 300 game to Carlson's 243 in tte 1174 ia question: "What team won tte national championship ifter back-to-back third place finishes?" With four of five bowlers returning, Carlson and his team hope have tte answer to that one next Professor recalls pro baseball aspirations DR. KENNETH SEIB REBECCAJOHNSON Insight reporter Dr. Kenneth Seib, an English professor at CSUF, doesn't regret missing tte chance at a major league baseball career that be once sought. Seib played first base at Shelby High School and Ashlan College. Both are in Ohio. He saw himself as a good hitter who "wasn't the greatest defensive player." "At that time period there was a rule that scouts could not talk to players while they were in school," says Seib. "They had to wait until after graduation." Seib did, however, talk to scouts from the 0iecinatti Reds and the Milwaukee Braves during his senior year in high school. He said te heard the Braves were mildly interested in him. Nothing came of that rumored interest and Seib figures, "I got lost in the shuffle." "There used to be a lot of semi- pro farm teams in Ohio," Seib said. "I played on one of those teams before college." That was as close as he came to a pro career. He says that by college, though, he realized he didn't have the raw drive to overcome his deficiencies to make it into the major leagues. Seib said that while in college te became more interested in academics and didn't regret retiring his baseball glove. That came after a realistic assessment of his own abilities. "I - just wasn't major league material," said Seib. Seib completed his undergraduate studies at Ashlan College and went on to get his master's degree in English at Columbia University and his doctorate degree from the University of Pittsburg. Sitting now in an office that is lined wall-to-wall with books, Seib said to this day, te feels no remorse in not See Seib, page le Carta O'dorusel. ef Cal Ptly Saa Ltd. tMs*ssHcmmftit»tmtste^-rmmbsg eves* et laat wesktaf's C8UF sptmrnrU rsilege roese, Dave Bah (right), •** La. Angeles Pierce Jaalor CoUege, wrwUe. s .leer to tbe .7*^.
Object Description
Title | 1983_05 Insight May 1983 |
Alternative Title | Insight (California State University, Fresno) |
Publisher | Dept. of Journalism, California State University, Fresno. |
Publication Date | 1983 |
Description | Weekly during the school year. Vol. 1, no. 1 (Oct. 8, 1969)-v. 29, no. 23 (May 13, 1998). Ceased with May 13, 1998, issue. Title from masthead. Merged with Daily collegian. |
Subject | California State University, Fresno Periodicals |
Contributors | California State University, Fresno Dept. of Journalism |
Coverage | October 8, 1969 – May 13, 1998 |
Format | Microfilm reels, 35mm |
Technical Information | Scanned at 600 dpi; TIFF; Microfilm ScanPro 2000 “E-image data” |
Language | eng |
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Title | Insight May 11 1983 p 9 |
Alternative Title | Insight (California State University, Fresno) |
Publication Date | 1983 |
Full-Text-Search | Inaight SPOUTS FEATURES May 11, 1913 Reynolds Raps y Jeff Reynolds •!• :J It's certainly not Churchill Downs Have you ever gone to the horse races at the Fresno Fairgrounds and watched the people wbo frequent the track during the spring meet? You really should some time. I did over tbe weetend, and let me tell you, it's really funny to see people from all walks of life irOenUy studying their tip sheets while standing in line to place their bets. It was warm and sunny Saturday as I pulled my car Into the fair parking lots, ignoring the toothless old men on the street with big signs .PARK HERE, flagging cart into their yards. The sidewalks were full of people, all moving In the same direction, toward the grandstand. Kids hauling coolers and blankets, teenyboppers in tight pink shorts, hundreds, no, thousands of old people, who probably survive on Utile more than tfaeir monthly Social Security check. The first thing I did after paying my admission and buying a copy of tbe racing form was to bead for the nearest bar. That's where I met a man from Texas-Dallas I think it was-who slapped me on the back and said his name was something or other. Jimbo, I think. He told me be was here at the races to win some bit money. (Aren't we all, I thought to myself.) "I'm ready for arrythlng, by God!" be smiled. "Anything at all. Yeah, what are you oVinkin'?" I had ordered a margarita. but he wouldn't hear of it: "Naw, naw ... what the hell kind of drink is that for Kentucky Derby day? What's wrong with you boy?" He grinned and winked at the bartender. "Goddam, we gotta educate this boy. Get him some good whiskey...." Since he was buying, I didn't much care what he ordered. But after listening to his annoying southern drawl for another few minutes, I almost puked and finally told him I had some friends to meet. He slapped me on the back again and slipped me his business card, telling me that ifl ever got down Dallas way to look him up. I assured him I would and quickly got away from tbe weasely-looking Texan. I headed out to watch the trainers parade the horses in front of the grandstand before the first race. I had a good spot next to the rail when some nerve-rattling geek covered with greasy matted hair and string warts all over his face and neck crowded next to me and started mumbling incoherently about Churchill Downs and Farfa winning the Kentucky Derby. I tried to ignore tbe slobbering geek', but he kept poking me in the side, asking me where Maria was. I politely told him that Maria was in Louisville for the Derby<- but he insisted that we were at Churchill Downs and he couldn't find a betting clerk that would give turn odds on Marfa to win. I finally flagged down a passing security guard and had the wart- faced mental defective hauled away. I thought my troubles were finally over when an ugly, swinish drunk staggered by and with a sleazy smile, proceeded to throw up all over me and two other harmless bystanders. I lunged for the fat bastard, but was restrained by two of his friends. They finally hauled the sick idiot away, and I went to the bathrooms to clean myself up. Smelling a little sour and feeling twice as bad, I bet and lost on the first three races. I won a little in tbe fourth and fifth, didn't bet in the sixth and seventh, and then picked winners in the eighth, ninth and tenth, barely missing a $124.80 exacta in the ninth. I passed up the tenth, deciding to get a head start to work. My adventure wasn't quite over yet, though. Just as I left the grandstand exit, a doddering old bum came up to me and told me his wife was not feeling well and needed a ride to Valley Medical Center. Pretending I didn't hear him, I kept walking, until be whacked me across the back of my bead with his walking cane. I told him I didn't have time to take his wife to the hospital, I was late' for work. He started crying and then he pulled his wallet from his coat pocket and waved a $30 in front of me, practically begging me to help him. Reluctantly, I grabbed the $20 and helped his wife, who had a bad sunburn to my car. y After dropping them off, he thanked me and told me to bet on Olympic King in the third race Sunday. I decided to go for it and ended up winning $27.60 for a $2 bet. In vain, I looked all over for the old man, but I couldn't find him among the medium-sized crowd. I'll probably never see him again, but if I ever do, I'm going to give him his $20 back. No heroine's welcome Women bowlers third in nation ALEX PULASKI Insight reporter awaited CSUF's women's bowling team when it arrived heme from St. Louis Sunday morning. The media didn't pound down Glenn Carlson's door begging for quotes. No one asked Sharon Bailey what it was like to be named All-American. All the five-woman team did was earn CSUF the No. 3 spot In the nation for the second year in a row. They may be bitter at not getting more recognition for the feat, but they are certainly not surprised. Tbe team — actually a club because the National Collegiate Athletic Association refuses to recognize bowling as a sport — went virtually unnoticed all year. As junior Jean Dunkel said before the tournament, "We're going to the national finals and nobody knows about it" Before Saturday, CSUF bad won everything in sight. The women, coached by Carlson, won the Northern California Intercollegiate Masters beat powerful Arizona State in the West Sectional' Championship in Las Vegas. That win earned the team a trip to the nationals in St. Louis. CSUF went m ranked No. 1 in the nation and held first after Friday's semifinal round But the Bulldogs dropped to second early Saturday, then lost to third-seeded Indiana State University, 185-178. West Texas State beat Indiana State, 183-175, in the hue game. Bailey, a Junior from Orange County, and Kathy Raulien, a freshman from Elk Grove, CA., were named to the all-tournament team. The remaining team members are senior Terri Blahut of Fresno; Dunkel of Buffalo, N.Y.; aad junior Ada Lozada of Caracas, Venezuela. Only Lozada doesn't entertain thoughts of turning professional. Blahut plans to join the women's tour in January, and Bailey, Raulien and Dunkel are considering it Lozada, however, is out "just for the fun."-~- Lozada, a horticulture major, averaged 166 this year in only ber second year of organized bowling. She bowled in Venezuela, she said, but that was just "throwing the ball and hitting the pins." CSUF's Sharon Bailey (left) and Kathy Raulien placed on tbe All-Tournament team at tbe nationals In St. Lords. Raulien and Dunkel were recruited by Carlson after tbe team's success at the nationals a year ago. Because the team cannot offer scholarships, both say tbey are having trouble making ends met. The price is especially stiff for Dunkel, who must pay out-of-sUte*ttsitlon. Dunkel bowled for Erie Community College, last year's national champion, and came to CSUF because she "wanted to bowl at another good school.'' "I never heard of it until tbey showed up in the finals in nationals,'' she said. "My coach fans known Gtem for years, so I knew I was getting into a good program." Blahut, a 22-year-old ag business major, said that bowling for CSUF was a "good stepping stone to turning pro." V^ "I c wouldn't get a job from an education at (Fresno) City College,'' sbe said. "I thought I'd just do bowling on the side. But now I want to see if I can do it professionally." Bailey, the team's oldest member at 23, transferred to CSUF after a year at CSU, Long Beach. She led the Bulldogs with a 196 average. "I found out they didn't have too much of a program, so I decided to hightail it up here for the coaching," Bailey said. "I looked for the best coaching in the state ^That was Glenn Carlson.'' .-, \ Carlson, the College Union tions/recreation manager, has ed the team since its inception^ & , or '72." He has bowled professionally' for 24 years and earned $3,918 bowling part-time on the tour last year. Tne success of tbe women's tt Carlson said, is helping the men's team as well. Tte Bulldogs are brng- IngCSUFm recruits. One of the recruits Carlson hopes to land is Danny Nadeau of Las Vegas, wbo Carlson called "tte test junior bowler in tte country J' Carlson calls himself a trivia question — "Who was tte last bowler to lose to a 300 game on national television?" Jim Stefanich rolled a 300 game to Carlson's 243 in tte 1174 ia question: "What team won tte national championship ifter back-to-back third place finishes?" With four of five bowlers returning, Carlson and his team hope have tte answer to that one next Professor recalls pro baseball aspirations DR. KENNETH SEIB REBECCAJOHNSON Insight reporter Dr. Kenneth Seib, an English professor at CSUF, doesn't regret missing tte chance at a major league baseball career that be once sought. Seib played first base at Shelby High School and Ashlan College. Both are in Ohio. He saw himself as a good hitter who "wasn't the greatest defensive player." "At that time period there was a rule that scouts could not talk to players while they were in school," says Seib. "They had to wait until after graduation." Seib did, however, talk to scouts from the 0iecinatti Reds and the Milwaukee Braves during his senior year in high school. He said te heard the Braves were mildly interested in him. Nothing came of that rumored interest and Seib figures, "I got lost in the shuffle." "There used to be a lot of semi- pro farm teams in Ohio," Seib said. "I played on one of those teams before college." That was as close as he came to a pro career. He says that by college, though, he realized he didn't have the raw drive to overcome his deficiencies to make it into the major leagues. Seib said that while in college te became more interested in academics and didn't regret retiring his baseball glove. That came after a realistic assessment of his own abilities. "I - just wasn't major league material," said Seib. Seib completed his undergraduate studies at Ashlan College and went on to get his master's degree in English at Columbia University and his doctorate degree from the University of Pittsburg. Sitting now in an office that is lined wall-to-wall with books, Seib said to this day, te feels no remorse in not See Seib, page le Carta O'dorusel. ef Cal Ptly Saa Ltd. tMs*ssHcmmftit»tmtste^-rmmbsg eves* et laat wesktaf's C8UF sptmrnrU rsilege roese, Dave Bah (right), •** La. Angeles Pierce Jaalor CoUege, wrwUe. s .leer to tbe .7*^. |