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Getting a kick out of Mustang soccer

April 12, 2018 Leave a comment

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By Richard Zowie

This column was originally published in the April 6, 2018 issue of the (Marble Falls, Texas) Highlander. 

Watching soccer was not one of my greatest interests — until this sports season.

A high school friend of mine who lives in Houston often posts videos of his young sons playing soccer. Even though both sons are under 10, both are excellent scorers with a strong, intuitive sense of where they need to be on any given play. I’ve told my friend, soccer scholarships may very well pay for your sons’ college education. 

And here at Marble Falls High School, the teams play soccer much like my friends’ talented sons do: the Mustangs work together to pass the ball to move it up the field. The Lady Mustangs may not have qualified for the playoffs, but they play the same kind of soccer: work together, hustle, pass the ball to whomever has the best angle.

Unfortunately, I saw few soccer fans in the stands during the regular season. More showed up for the March 29 bi-district match with Austin Lanier and on Tuesday against Victoria East, but I hope soon that Mustang fans will realize they have a team that could use some support, especially as they continued on a playoff march into the regional quarterfinals Thursday against a very tough district rival Drippings Springs team.

My own experience with soccer

I played soccer in high school for physical education. My most memorable moment was kicking the ball as hard as I could — and nailing an opponent in the groin. I felt terrible but at the same time, I prayed to God, “Lord, please don’t let me laugh. It wouldn’t be very nice.”

Soccer’s popularity

I watched the LA Galaxy take on their rival, the LA Football Club this weekend in Major League Soccer. I also watched two Premier League teams, Everton and Manchester City (not to be confused with their rival, Manchester United) battle it out in England.

As I watched, I thought, perhaps soccer will catch on in America. It requires teamwork and athleticism, and it’s fun to see how crazy the fans can get. English fans are known to be intense.

On an episode of the British comedy Keeping Up Appearances, Onslow half-jokingly considers divorcing his wife when he discovers she’s a supporter (“fan” in British English) of Liverpool, the hated rival of his favorite soccer team, Everton. 

Other teams are known to be colorful. In past World Cups, when a stadium is drenched in orange, that means one thing: the Dutch National Soccer Team is playing.

So far, here are a few of my favorite teams:

Major League Soccer: I lean towards the Houston Dynamo. The closest we have to professional soccer here is San Antonio FC of the United Soccer League (sort of a minor league for the Major League Soccer).

Foreign national soccer team: Germany, as the Zowie family is from Deutschland. I’m hoping Die Mannschaft can make noise at this summer’s World Cup in Russia and repeat as champions.

Favorite foreign clubs: I don’t have a favorite English Premier League team yet, but in Germany I prefer SSV Jahn Regensburg, since that’s the area of Germany where my great-grandfather was from. In fact, Great-Grandpa’s hometown even has its own soccer club: FC Mötzing.

For now, here’s to the MFHS Mustangs FC for what has been a very exciting season!

Richard Zowie is the sports editor for the Highlander. In other sports, he’s a lifelong, diehard fan of both the Dallas Cowboys and Houston Astros. Send comments to:


Getting a shaved head for St. Baldricks invokes many memories

March 21, 2018 Leave a comment

I’ve always been picky about my hair, particularly hair cuts. Because my hair is thick and wavy, it doesn’t look good or even comfortable when grown out. My mother once told me if I grew it out, it would look very poofy. Think of Van Halen drummer Alex Van Halen in the band’s early days, when his hair was shoulder length long and looked like an overripe mushroom.

Two weeks ago, I started wondering about getting a haircut when I noticed St. Baldrick’s would be in Marble Falls for a head-shaving fundraiser.

Why not? I thought. My hair grows quickly, and it’s for a good cause.

So, I signed up.

The big question, whom should I do this in memory of? I’ve known a few people who’ve died from cancer and a few cancer survivors.

St. Baldrick’s focuses on childhood cancers, and as I thought, one name came to mind: Vivian.

The daughter of a high school classmate, Vivian as a little girl was diagnosed with cancer. Her parents had her see the best oncologists. Unfortunately, the doctors’ efforts were unsuccessful as Vivian died.

One of the most devastating things about cancer, particularly when it strikes children, is it often makes us ask the question, “Why?”

There’s never a definitive answer this side of eternity, because we as humans with finite, limited minds will never understand the mind of an infinite, eternal God. For now, the one thing I do know: cancer is one of the many ugly byproducts of living in a fallen world. I am certain, though, when He sees us crying over those suffering from cancer, He cries also.

So, as I sat down, and as the barber draped the apron over my chest, I thought, This is for you, Vivian. You might be gone and while I never had the chance to meet you, I can assure you: you are not forgotten.

In my Christian faith, I believe Vivian is in a much happier place now, all memory of her cancer and suffering gone. If she still has sorrow, it’s for her mother, father and family that still grieves her on earth.

And as I thought of Vivian, I thought of others I’ve known that cancer has impacted:
My father: who has had various forms of cancer. Dad is 81 and still alive, in part because doctors have consistently caught the cancer in early stages. I often thank God that Dad quit smoking in the early 1990s.

My college friend, Terry: who died from cancer in 2000. He left behind a wife and young daughter.

My friend, “Janet,” who is 40 and battling cancer in her lung and liver. The news isn’t good. She’s younger than I am an takes better care of herself. What gives?

I am reminded of the Gospel song “Farther Along” by W.B. Stevens:

“Tempted and tried, we’re oft made to wonder

Why it should be thus all the day long;

While there are others living about us,

Never molested, though in the wrong.

Farther along we’ll know more about it,

Farther along we’ll understand why;

Cheer up, my brother, live in the sunshine,

We’ll understand it all by and by.”

Vivian and Terry now understand. And someday, we will also.

This column was originally published earlier in March 2018 in the (Marble Falls) Highlander. Post comments here or email them to:

Catching up with Canyon Lake High School

January 11, 2018 Leave a comment

Back in 2004, what is now Canyon Lake High School near Fischer, Texas was just a non-descript, wooded area. While working for a nearby newspaper, I covered the groundbreaking ceremony. I don’t remember if it was prior or after, but I also covered a school board meeting where they decided on the three big things: the name, school colors and mascot.

The name: one member suggested the name Ronald Reagan High School, given that Comal County is one of the staunchest Republican counties in Texas. That name was declined, since, as someone else pointed out, there was already a Reagan High School in San Antonio.

And so it came down to two names: Sorrel Creek High School (after the small creek that flows into the north side of Canyon Lake, a name chosen because of a concern Canyon Lake would be confused with nearby high school New Braunfels Canyon) or Canyon Lake High School (due to the name of the nearby manmade reservoir, located about two miles to the south).

They chose Canyon Lake High School.

The colors: Red, blue and purple were all out, since those were the colors of nearby schools. Someone suggested black and gold. Back in those days, black was the new black* and it seemed like college and professional sports teams without black in their color schemes were looking for ways to incorporate the popular non-color**.

Someone finally pointed out the obvious: Texas gets hot in the summer, so why not choose a different color?

They did. Green and gold. But not the pretty Kelly green shade I was imagining, but rather the dark, hunter green. If enough sweat accumulates on a jersey in the humid Texas heat, the dark green would look either midnight green or black, I thought. Well, looking at their current jerseys shows their choice wasn’t too bad.

The mascot: I personally thought a Duck would be perfect, given the school’s aquatic name, but after a brief discussion, they chose Hawks.

I was reminded of this tonight while getting soccer photos of Marble Falls playing Canyon Lake. Some of the girls wearing Canyon Lake jackets were but toddlers when school began.

When I asked the girls about their school, one comments I often heard: “Why did they call it Canyon Lake? Everyone keeps thinking we’re New Braunfels Canyon!”

“Why did they choose the Hawk as our mascot? I think an Eagle would’ve been cooler!”

“Someone suggested black as a color? They might as well have worked it in. We wear black on many of our uniforms.”

* Whether it was a pun or a play on words, it was definitely intended.

** Technically, black is not a color but, rather, the complete absence of color.

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‘Get Out’ movie–loved it!

January 7, 2018 Leave a comment


It’s been a long time since I posted a movie review, in part because I haven’t seen many movies lately. The last one I saw in the theater was Star Wars Rogue One, which I found boring. You know how this goes: I tell you what I liked, what I didn’t like and then I tell you overall what I thought. You decide for yourself from there.

Get Out is a psychological thriller involving a young black man doing something that would still be considered controversial in certain areas of America–dating a white woman. Daniel Kaluuya plays Chris, a young black photographer who takes the next step in his relationship with his girlfriend (Allison Williams): the two of them visit her family for the weekend. We can surmise their relationship is getting serious for this to happen.

As Chris visits, he notices some strange things: his girlfriend’s family is overly friendly and seems wrecked with white guilt. The father makes a major issue over the fact that he voted for Pres. Barack Obama twice, freely assuming perhaps that every black person in America supported Obama.

He also notices that the family’s servants are all blacks and seem happy. Too happy. Perhaps it’s like being in a utopian 1950s sitcom where everybody liked Ike and the U.S.–despite being in the Cold War–was in peace time following the cease-fire that put an “end” to the Korean War.

And when he takes a picture of a black acquaintance who’s visiting, he behaves oddly, as if breaking out of a trance.

Chris texts a picture of the acquaintance to a black friend who works airport security in New York, and the friend recognizes the acquaintance of a black friend who has been reported missing.

The friend then tells Chris: “Get out.”

Chris does leave, but only after realizing why everybody seemed so artificially cheerful, which included the black maid and a young black man on the grounds.

What I liked: Get Out was different and difficult to predict. Jordan Peele, a Mad TV alumnus making his directorial debut, nailed it. The movie’s story line gives you a lot to think about as the family’s plans are slowly revealed. My favorite part is when Chris looks through some photographs his girlfriend has, realizing who she really is, and being completely shocked by the final photograph.

What I didn’t like: Almost nothing. Some saw this as a movie making fun of whites, but I really didn’t see it like that. I saw it as a great piece of storytelling.

I try to limit the DVDs I purchase to only the great ones to add to my personal collection, but I may eventually buy Get Out. Overall, I liked it. A lot.

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Haven’t seen the new Star Wars movie

January 2, 2018 Leave a comment

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I had an Army friend who watched Star Wars movies countless times. He once boasted, “I know more about Star Wars than George Lucas does.” This, of course, made Lucas weep uncontrollably and scream, “All that work and research for NOTHING!” This friend then almost was hospitalized with a life-threatening seizure after another soldier admitted he had never seen Star Wars. Ever.

I’ve seen them all except for the newest one: The Last Jedi…or is it called The Jedi Returns Again, or The Jedi Strikes Back?

Why haven’t I seen it? Dunno. Maybe I’d rather just watch it on Netflix at home. Or maybe I find it creepy that you can go to movie theaters and see movie goers dressed as stormtroopers, Luke Skydancer or Skywalker, Darth “Daddy” Vader or some other character as if it’s Halloween.

I think another reason I’ve not seen it yet is because I feel it’s overhyped. Star Wars fans really are fanatical about the movie, evidenced by the heated debates that are divided into three camps: “Han Shot First!”, “Greedo Shot First!” and “How on EARTH could Greedo miss from POINT BLANK RANGE?!” I still find it amusing that Greedo speaks Greedish (or whatever his native language is called) while Han understands him, understands in English and Greedo understands him.

Here’s how I’d rate them: I loved Episodes IV, V and VI (I hate roman numerals), didn’t care for Episode I, found II dull and hated III. Anakin’s conversion to the Dark Side seemed silly, and to me too much emphasis seemed to be on special effects and not enough on character development, script writing and casting people who could actually act.

I am mystified by one thing: how has it Kylo Ren has never burned himself what his unorthodox lightsaber design?

Richard Zowie prefers the Alien franchise. His favorite pastime is to take Star Wars action figures (when their owners aren’t looking) and tear open the box, so the item loses 99.99979% of its value. Post comments here or email

Episode VII was better than I expected, and all Rogue was good for was for napping.

NFL playoffs? Not a chance

December 31, 2017 Leave a comment

Prior to today, the final day of the NFL regular season, the only time I watched the Dallas Cowboys play was on Thanksgiving. They played against San Diego and lost, that’s all I remember.

I briefly watched today as the Cowboys defeated the Philadelphia Eagles. As I watched (for about five minutes in the fourth quarter, when the game was still up for grabs), I noticed there were a lot of empty stands.

A longtime friend and an acquaintance on Facebook both pointed out two good points: a) It’s a late-season, meaningless game, since the Eagles are a lock for the playoffs and b) It was very cold. Both explained the lack of fans, one of my friends, Lance, said.

Lance is right about one thing: empty seats should be viewed in the appropriate context.

However, I couldn’t help but wonder why the camera on the game did so more from an aerial view rather than the view where you can see some of the stands in the background. And, of course, there’s talk the NFL has lost millions of dollars off lost viewership. Even if all the empty seats have some rational explanation unrelated to taking a knee, the lack of viewership speaks volumes.

Why my hiatus from watching? I’ve grown tired of the whole Colin Kaepernick controversy where NFL players take a knee during the National Anthem to protest social injustice in America. Specifically, police and those who practice racial oppression.

I keep wondering, when are the protesters going to protest all the black-on-black crimes that are so pervasive in America?

And as for white privilege, most of the protesting athletes will make more in a month than I’ll make in a lifetime. Would this opportunity exist for them if they grew up in a socialist country? Where else in the world can these athletes make millions of dollars a year? Well, there’s soccer in Europe, but that’s a different sport from football.

I have dear friends, even conservatives, who choose to watch NFL games still. That’s their decision, and I respect it. As a veteran, I find it highly insulting. I served so people would have the right to freedom of speech, not so that that overpaid, spoiled brats can sound off.

You’re free to disagree with me, but for me, until these players grow up, I have no desire to watch them play.

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Remembering Jennifer the gentle messenger

September 17, 2017 Leave a comment

“Hello, I’m Jennifer,” said the lady, who looked to be in her late 20s.

She had long dark hair and looked stylish, a lifetime meticulous dresser, in her blouse and miniskirt. As pretty as she looked, she would’ve been perhaps beautiful if not for being about 50 pounds underweight. Her frame, what little flesh remained on her face, arms and legs, looked skeletal.

“How many of you know someone who is HIV positive?” she asked.

I was an Army soldier in a group of service members from various branches. Maybe three out of the 25 raised their hands. This was intended to be an HIV briefing when I was stationed in 1998 at the Lackland Air Force Base Annex.

Seeing only three raised their hands, Jennifer smiled and replied, “Well, now, all of you do.”

Jennifer was with a San Antonio HIV foundation (I believe it was the San Antonio AIDS Foundation) and briefed us on the latest on the deadly STD: that any potential “cure” was still in the infancy stages, that retired NBA star Magic Johnson wasn’t cured of HIV despite being in excellent overall health, that HIV is the virus, and AIDS means the virus has wreaked such havoc on the body that the body’s immune system is now fatally compromised.

She also told us that AIDS was not just a homosexual disease as many thought in the Eighties. Heterosexuals could also get it, and not only through sexual contact. Some got it through tainted blood transmissions.

Yes, of course, someone’s curiosity got the better of them. “How did you get HIV?” they asked.

Without batting an eye, she told them a sexual partner gave it to her.

That was almost 20 years ago. There’s no Jennifer listed on the Website, and the gentleman in charge of public relations there tells me she doesn’t sound familiar. My intuition tells me she’s no longer with us. She was a nice lady in spite it all. To borrow a powerful line from the movie Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior: she now exists only in my memory.

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