ONE STEP CLOSER . . .
While the Breaux Bridge Tigers fell a bit short in their Class 4A quarterfinal game against Archbishop Shaw last Friday, coach Terry Martin’s Cecilia Bulldogs put away previously undefeated Westlake to advance to the semifinal round of the Class 3A playoffs.
This marks the first time since the glory days of the early 1990s that the Bulldogs have reached the semifinals.
Fans will recall that the ’Dogs, under coach James Waguespack, were Class 3A runners-up in 1992 and 1993, reached the semifinals in 1994, and then won all the marbles in 1995, going undefeated through 15 games to claim the state championship.
No. 10 Cecilia travels to No. 6 Lutcher Friday to go against another very strong Bulldog team. The other two teams still alive are No. 1 Notre Dame of Crowley and No. 13 Redemptorist of Baton Rouge.
I know there will be a very large contingent of loyal fans that follow the Bulldogs to Lutcher Friday, and we wish coach Martin and his squad the best of luck.
THIS & THAT . . .
A Week at the Beach – Maria and I spent our Thanksgiving week enjoying the sugar white beaches of Florida’s “Forgotten Coast.”
We drove the motorhome down to Apalachicola over the Nov. 22-23 weekend and then on down to the state park on St. George Island. The park, which we had visited briefly last February, encompasses about nine miles of pristine beaches that were virtually deserted at this time of the year.
The weather was pretty much what y’all had here. The week started out a bit nippy, but warmed up by Thursday and Friday. The only rain we had was a very light shower overnight on Tuesday.
I enjoyed some vigorous walks along the beach while Maria preferred to spend hours moseying along with her eyes peeled for shells, filling several shopping bags with about 25 to 30 pounds of various specimens.
The park’s campground is nice, with my only complaint being that there were no heaters in the shower rooms, so the only comfortable time to bathe was midday.
It was very quiet throughout the week, and we saw rigs from Ontario, North Carolina, Illinois, Wisconsin and even one from Europe (Germany, I think).
On Friday we spent the afternoon shopping in Apalachicola, a historic county seat town probably just a bit smaller than Breaux Bridge or St. Martinville, with plenty of interesting shops and good seafood restaurants.
We dined on raw and fried oysters, crab cakes and shrimp, fresh out of the bays that stretch between the mainland and the barrier islands of St. George, St. Vincent’s, and Cape San Blas.
It’s about a 500-mile drive and it was sure nice to find gas selling for $1.73 to $1.86 on our fuel stops.
We’re already planning a return trip next Fall.