I know. I’ve been missing in action for a few weeks now. Between moving, nearly getting killed in a car wreck and traveling to France — all of which happened in the the same week — I don’t know which way is up, down or sideways. It was probably a poor idea to schedule everything at once . . . except, of course, the wreck wasn’t my idea. (Nor was it my fault.) The good news is I’m still alive and typing.

This top of this post, however, is a rerun of a story that appeared in the Houston Chronicle last week and it doesn’t have a damned thing to do with wine. But those of you who also follow the Houston sports scene and don’t take the Chronicle (Shame on you!) will find it interesting.

Anyway, I celebrated a milestone anniversary last week, which explains why I wrote what follows. But note that my regular wine content has been tacked on at the end.

On Friday, Oct 6, 1972, I became a for-real professional journalist, having been hired as a 20-year-old sports copy editor at the Houston Post. On the previous Sunday, my final weekend as a “civilian” sports fan, I had forked over for-real money – albeit probably about 12 bucks – to watch the Oilers take on the New York Jets, quarterbacked by Joe Namath, my sports hero a couple years earlier in high school.  

The Astrodome was maybe two-thirds full for the Oilers’ home opener. They hadn’t finished with a winning record in five seasons and were already 0-2 under the clueless Bill Peterson, giving up 64 points in road losses at Denver and Miami. Against the Dolphins, who were embarking upon their historic 17-0 season, they gained 167 total yards, 82 of which came on a single touchdown pass from second-year quarterback Dan Pastorini.

But somehow the Oilers beat Namath and the Jets 26-20, damn them. However, I took that as a good omen for the career path I’d chosen. Getting to work in a big-league sports city straight from the chute was the break of a lifetime.

Of course, at that juncture, Houston was “big-league” only in the sense that it had three teams playing in the big leagues. (A fourth, the Aeros, were starting their inaugural season in the upstart World Hockey Association.) That Oilers victory would be their last until Nov. 4, 1973 – 402 days later – and their last at home for nearly two years. In between, they would lose 23 of 24 games, including 13 in a row in the Dome. Not many were close, either.     

The Astros? They were coming off the best finish of their first 11 years, going 84-69 in a strike-shortened season, yet they still finished only third in the National League West. And it would be another eight long years before they took the field for the franchise’s first playoff game in 1980, against the Philadelphia Phillies, then nearly another quarter of a century before they finally won a postseason series.

The Rockets? In the fall of 1972, having only recently abandoned San Diego, they were preparing for their second season in Houston following a forgettable 34-48 slog that saw them frequently play in front of crowds of a couple thousand at Hofheinz Pavilion while wandering as far-afield as El Paso for “home” games. Elvin Hayes, the Big E himself, had returned, but few seemed to care all that much. Hayes, ironically, was long gone when they finally made the playoffs three seasons later.

Ultimately, I would cash paychecks from the Post, which died in 1995, and the Chronicle for 46-plus years before hanging up my press pass in early 2019. In that nearly five-decade span, I got to write about all of three championship teams, the pair claimed consecutively by the Rockets in 1994-95 and the Astros’ scandal-tainted 2017 World Series triumph.

In stark contrast, my sports-writing colleagues in Boston have covered 12 championship teams in the 21^st century alone. I’m not here to whine, though. Quite the contrary. Rather, my purpose is to provide context and perspective, to remind everyone that Houston’s sports scene today, certainly relative to the aforementioned wasteland, could be in far worse shape despite the Rockets’ failings and the Texans’ flailing of late.  

Yes, thank you, Astros. If Justin Verlander return whole, there’s no reason to think they can’t reach their fourth World Series in six years, a feat bettered by only the 1996-2001 Yankees during the last six decades. They’re also finishing their fourth 100-win season in the last six, a milestone accomplished but once in the franchise’s first 55 seasons.

As for the Rockets, with an exciting core of elite young talent, they figure to rebound quickly, if perhaps not immediately, after winning all of 37 games the past two seasons.

Which leaves us with the Texans. True, it’s hard to have much optimism regarding their short-term prospects. Still, they’re at worst a mediocre team, not an historically awful one like the Oilers of 1972 and 1973. Peterson, who went 1-18 before being mercifually shown the door, was arguably the most hapless, malaprop prone head coach ever to preside over one of Houston’s pro teams, making even Hugh Campbell (13 wins total from 1984 through 1986) seem to be Hall-of-Fame material.

I asked former Chronicle sports writer Hal Lundgren, the paper’s beat reporter during those hard-scrabble times, how long it took the Oilers players and the media to figure out what a dud coach Pete was.

“Oh,” Lundgren said, “a couple practices and a press conference.”

At the introductory team meeting in his first training camp, Coach Pete had told the Oilers: “Men, I want to you just thinking of one word all season. One word and one word only: ‘Super Bowl!’”

It went downhill from there.

A comically memorable moment in the midst of all the misery occurred on a Monday night in the Astrodome. Having gleaned neither inspiration nor confidence from their surprising victory over Namath’s Jets eight days earlier, the Oilers next got pummeled 34-0 by the Oakland Raiders. How bad was it? Dan Pastorini completed more passes to Raiders (four) than to Oilers (three) while finishing with a negative-1 passing yard. Kent Nix, sent out to save Pastorini from further embarrassment, completed one pass for no yards while throwing an obligatory pick of his own. 

Late in the debacle, the ABC cameras honed in on a fan slumped in his seat in an otherwise empty upper-deck section of the Dome. The guy responded with a middle-finger salute. Don Meredith, of course, had a quip ready.

“That’s just his way of saying,” Dandy Don explained, “that his team is No. 1.”

The 1972 season ended with a five-turnover 61-17 Dome loss to the Cincinnati Bengals. In their lone victory in 1973, 31-27 at Baltimore, the Oilers still found a way to commit six turnovers. In that season’s penultimate game, a 33-7 trouncing in Pittsburgh, they gave the ball away nine times.

Over 22 starts in 1972-73, 21 of them ending in defeat, Pastorini threw 12 touchdown passes and 29 interceptions. And, remember, he had been the third player taken overall in the 1971 draft. Davis Mills, who was only a third-round pick, may be 2-11-1 as a starter and not yet showing any signs of becoming a franchise quarterback, but his 19-to-12 touchdowns-to-picks ratio is a respectable statistic.

So is the Texans’ defensive standing. Only 12 teams have given up fewer points. By comparison, no teams gave up fewer points than the 1972-73 Oilers.

In short, these are hardly the worst of times in H-town. It’s also important to remember that, five seasons later, Pastorini was under center in consecutive AFC Championship games, a place no Oilers or Texans quarterback has found himself since. Our boundless patience eventually got rewarded back when. No reason to think history won’t repeat.

Keep the faith, folks.        

Cheers!

Sippin’ with Sporty

White

2020 Becker Texas Sauvignon Blanc — The 20-plus-year-old Becker Estate vines are in their prime, and their grapes get the royal treatment after harvest, spending time in both stainless steel and new French oak for nine months. The requisite flavors of tropical fruit, lime and apple are pronounced. It’s a remarkable value for $10.69 at http://heb.com

2019 Newsom Family Vineyards Pinot Grigio — A friend recently gifted me a case and it lasted maybe 10 days. This Texas High Plains gem is loaded with fruit and is way more full-bodied than most pinot grigios from elsewhere. You don’t see a lot of wine made from this Italian varietal in Texas, which may be smart. It would be damned hard to compete with the Newsoms. $22.95 at http://newsomvineyards.com

Red

2018 Duchman Family Montepulciano — Hey, it’s Texas Wine Month so I’m all in on our “local” producers. Duchman specializes in Italian varietals, making wines that never fail to please, and this is yet another example of winemaker Dave Reilly’s prowess working in tandem with the state’s formidable grape-growers, the Oswald family in this wine’s case. Reilly is proud of the wine’s “rich flavors of blackberry, black cherry and plum” and says it “fills the senses “with aromas of dried flowers, dark fruit and a delicate peppery spice.” $35 at duchmanwinery.com

H-town happenings

Col di Lamo Wine Dinner — Thursday, Oct. 13, 7 p.m. at Roma http://romahouston.com. $119 http://eventbrite.com

Brenner’s on the Bayou Wine Fest — Saturday, Oct. 15. 2 p.m. at Brenner’s on the Bayou http://brennershouston.com. $150 and up. http://eventbrite.com

Champagne Seminar — Saturday, Oct. 22, noon at the Texas Wine School http://thetexaswineschool.com $100. http://eventbrite.com

Rosé All Day tasting — Saturday, Oct. 22, noon at Envy Wine Room in Spring http://envywineroom.com. $16. http://eventbrite.com

Houston Young Lawyers Foundation Uncorked Wine Tasting — Thursday, Nov. 3. 6 p.m. at Sonoma http://sonomahouston.com $55 and up. http://eventbrite.com

A Taste of Legends with wines from France’s greatest regions — Saturday, Nov. 5. at Morton’s The Steakhouse Downtown. http://mortons.com $179 http://eventbrite.com

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Jeremy Parzen (http://dobianchi.com) — My podcast partner in crime is on the road again, hosting tastings in New York Thursday and Dallas Oct. 27. In between, he’ll be back in Bra in Italy for a few days teaching at the Slow Food University. There’s going to be a lot to talk about the next time we get behind the mike and, yes, we will eventually post a new podcast.

Sandra Crittenden (http://winelifehouston.com) — Sandra examines the 2022 Texas Harvest in a piece she wrote for Galveston Monthly. Speaking of busy, she celebrated the marriage of her daughter, Morgan (both were regulars on my Chronicle tasting panel) this past weekend and will soon be headed off on a big adventure in Spain.

Russ Kane (http://vintagetexas.com) — The Texas Wineslinger may have put his gorgeous property in the Hill Country up for sale, but you can bet he’ll still be a frequent visitor to Fredericksburg as long as the Cabernet Grill (http://cabernetgrill.com), with its spectacular all-Texas wine list, keeps its doors open. That’s his latest blog topic.

Jeff Kralick (http://thedrunkencyclist.com) — Also in a traveling mode, Jefff is pedaling through Bordeaux, which, it seems, has been as rainy as my Alpine neck of the woods. But we cyclists live to suffer, don’t we?

Katrina Rene (http://thecorkscrewconcierge.com) — Kat hasn’t been quite as far a field of some of us, but she recently treated herself to a stay at the Carter Creek Winery Resort and Spa (http://cartercreek.com), also near Fredericksburg. Check out her report on same.