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Post by crispysdad on Sept 26, 2014 4:45:13 GMT -7
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Post by Rapid on Sept 26, 2014 11:06:22 GMT -7
I remember coach Harold Kirkpatrick my sophomore year in High School...football...I think he left after my sophomore year, But I might be wrong, He was a good coach and I think he was a track coach. |
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Post by Big Dog on Sept 27, 2014 22:21:02 GMT -7
He was still around in the early 80's. I remember seeing him at least my sophomore year of 1983.
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Post by crispysdad on Sept 28, 2014 5:36:51 GMT -7
He was still around in the early 80's. I remember seeing him at least my sophomore year of 1983. I definitely remember Coach Harold Kirkpatrick. He and his family went to our church, First United Methodist Church on Grand right across the street from Central Elementary School. I knew 2 of his sons...Clendon and Hal. I have known Clendon (a few years younger than me) since he was probably 12 years old, maybe even younger. I remember that Hal (a few years older than me) was physically impaired and wore leg braces. I did NOT know about his other 2 sons and his 2 daughters. His wife...Novice Kirkpatrick...was an English teacher at Park Jr High when I was there. She was a real sweetheart of a lady and all the kids loved her. I graduated from AHS in 1976 and I could have sworn that he left Artesia long before that. Guess I was wrong. It has been 38 years since I graduated from AHS, and time does funny things to the memory, lol. |
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Post by Mr. Pitch on Sept 28, 2014 7:02:09 GMT -7
I really believe he left around 1973, but still came to town to visit his kids and friends from time to time. I think Charliedog got here in 1974. Maybe he can shed some light on this. Like my father and Charliedog, he was of native American heritage, so there was some kinship there. Although Harold was Choctaw and my father was Comanche, (not sure of Charliedog's tribal heritage), there was some kinship present. Forgive me Charliedog if I have misspoken.
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Post by Charliedog on Sept 28, 2014 8:46:36 GMT -7
Both Great Grand Mothers from both sides were full blooded Cherokee on my part. Coach K left the year I came in. I got to meet him when he would come to watch Clendon play. You could look in his eyes and see the pride he had in his son and the way he played the game of football. My first year was 1974 and that year I was infected with the Bulldog Tradition. It can never be cured. Coach K had an article about him and his legacy in Amarillo paper and he is a legend in Panhandle. #23 is in my prayers with all the family.
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Post by Agent Orange on Sept 28, 2014 9:20:43 GMT -7
I've heard some stories about this guy. I heard he was intense, blood was like Indian War Paint to smear on your face.
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Post by bdogfan on Sept 28, 2014 14:35:30 GMT -7
AO I know that I had him in PE about two years. We would often play football even in basketball season. The students that I knew and had him as a teacher liked his classes. I remember one year probably before you were born LOL, he really worked us out in a game. I remember one of the students got a bloody nose while playing football on Morris field and when we went into the gym obviously to shower he took some blood, I guess on a hanky and asked who doesn't have blood on them and if someone said they didn't, he would wipe some on their gym shirt. However,those students who enjoyed him thought it was fun to take his PE class. He worked you out and a student who worked it out was fit. I suppose if a teacher did that now, he'd have a lawsuit on his hands. IMO he was a great teacher.
I met his son one day in Rio Rancho while the 'dogs were playing a baseball game and asked for him, his son said he lived in Texas and was still coaching.
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Post by Agent Orange on Sept 28, 2014 15:30:22 GMT -7
Yup that definitely goes along with some of the stories I've heard. No you couldn't get away with that nowadays, but obviously a man that was well respected and had a positive effect on many.
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Post by crispysdad on Sept 28, 2014 20:56:35 GMT -7
I've heard some stories about this guy. I heard he was intense, blood was like Indian War Paint to smear on your face. Yes, he was EXTREMELY intense! I have heard those stories about "Blood Cup Tuesdays" during practice. Not really sure what "Blood Cup Tuesdays" were all about, but I have heard the phrase before. What ever it was I am sure that it would never fly today, maybe even involve a lawsuit or the loss of a coaching job. Maybe Charliedog can enlighten us about Blood Cup Tuesdays. |
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Post by Mr. Pitch on Sept 29, 2014 3:13:13 GMT -7
I asked my dad about blood cup Tuesdays. A practice where LG Henderson took a styrofoam cup out to the practice field and practice could not end till the cup was full of blood. He told me it never happened and absolutely never would have happened with Henderson. He said it was pure legend. If the point being made was that practices were tough and lots of hitting went on then that part is true. He laughed when I told him the story as I heard it. My dad arrived in T town in 1970 and coached with LG. The Henderson era was well-underway. Still, he said nothing ever took place in practice without LG's approval and he would never have approved of that. He was very sure it didn't take place before 1970. I do know this. Whenever someone would bring up a story about Harold Kirkpatrick, everyone in the room would be rolling on the floor laughing. Every story I heard about him as I was growing up had to either do with the fact that he was a character, and he was tougher than a new leather boot, and a fantastic coach. A lot like Nick Norton.
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Post by Charliedog on Sept 29, 2014 6:08:26 GMT -7
My first Blood Cup Tuesday happened the week we played Mayfield and their HC kept saying they were playing the little puppies. Coach Asbill was in charge of the cup and all of a sudden a position Coach would scream I GO BLOOD and the cup would go to that position and put under the blood spot and try to get as much as possible. Does anyone remember in the 70's when we played Roswell High the players would go out Saturday Night before Roswell week and shoot some Coyotes and then would hang them from the Goal Posts with Numbers of Key players spray painted on them. By Wednesday they would really being stinking.
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Post by Rapid on Sept 29, 2014 8:08:48 GMT -7
My first Blood Cup Tuesday happened the week we played Mayfield and their HC kept saying they were playing the little puppies. Coach Asbill was in charge of the cup and all of a sudden a position Coach would scream I GO BLOOD and the cup would go to that position and put under the blood spot and try to get as much as possible. Does anyone remember in the 70's when we played Roswell High the players would go out Saturday Night before Roswell week and shoot some Coyotes and then would hang them from the Goal Posts with Numbers of Key players spray painted on them. By Wednesday they would really being stinking.[/quote I Remember when the coaches would hang coyotes from the Goal Posts...1974....When up to Roswell High and we put a whooping on the coyotes....I remember Roswell High had two good runnerbacks...Harold Scotts(RIP) and Billy Ray Smith,our defense shut them down. |
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Post by Mr. Pitch on Sept 29, 2014 11:09:53 GMT -7
Maybe my dad was absent that day. LOL. I don't think he would lie to me about that stuff. Or maybe he just knew those days were gone and didn't think I needed to get any bright ideas about implementing that kinda stuff. I heard Jerry Vance say a lot of craziness happened at West Texas State under Joe Kerble. Stuff like that and shower brawls and just general stuff you hear about more in prisons than football fields. Jef Butcher saved me my sophomore year. We were playing Hobbs and he told me, "Keep your chinstrap buckled. It's Hobbs week and someone is going to yell 'Eagle in the sky!' Don't look up to see because someone is gonna knock your a$$ off." Sure enough, someone yelled it and bodies were flying. I got trucked by Jerome Briseno. But it was head up and I was ready. He was just a monster. There were times like that, but a lot of the real nastiness came in off-season on the wrestling mat. People wanted to win back then and helicopter mom's weren't hovering. We would see coaches at our practices after their season's were over trying to see what we did differently. We had tough practices but maybe not as tough as when Coach Kirkpatrick roamed AHS. But as noteworthy as the head coaches have been at Artesia, there's been better than average asst. coaches there all along. I wonder if anybody that played on the '82 team remembers the Lovington practice at Morris field. Holy cow that was a blood bath.
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Post by Big Dog on Sept 29, 2014 13:11:20 GMT -7
Maybe he was just around as a substitute, but I swear I remember seeing him in the halls my sophomore year. Perhaps my mind is going now.
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Post by crispysdad on Sept 29, 2014 17:15:21 GMT -7
My first Blood Cup Tuesday happened the week we played Mayfield and their HC kept saying they were playing the little puppies. Coach Asbill was in charge of the cup and all of a sudden a position Coach would scream I GO BLOOD and the cup would go to that position and put under the blood spot and try to get as much as possible. Does anyone remember in the 70's when we played Roswell High the players would go out Saturday Night before Roswell week and shoot some Coyotes and then would hang them from the Goal Posts with Numbers of Key players spray painted on them. By Wednesday they would really being stinking. I remember seeing a picture on the front page of The Artesia Daily Press of dead coyotes hanging from the goal post at Bulldog Bowl. My guess would be that Mike Phipps got the coyotes as he was a big time coyote and bobcat hunter back in those days. Not sure if he still is. |
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Post by Agent Orange on Sept 29, 2014 18:18:57 GMT -7
Lmao, dead coyotes with the numbers spray painted on them. That's Awesome.
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Post by crispysdad on Sept 29, 2014 18:39:20 GMT -7
Lmao, dead coyotes with the numbers spray painted on them. That's Awesome. Yeah, it's kind of sick. But it's still awesome, lol! |
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Post by Mr. Pitch on Sept 29, 2014 20:10:21 GMT -7
I remember the dead coyotes picture in the paper. Good stuff. When I was in HS someone sent a box of feminine products to the field house. Each of our numbers was written on one. Robert Johnson wiped a booger on mine. LOL! Good times.
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Post by Charliedog on Sept 30, 2014 6:21:19 GMT -7
Mr Pitch I was out of Coaching when you got the feminine products and statue of limitations has run out on that said deed.
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