Thursday, December 25, 2014

Remembering my one and only Coach

Coach Brown with Melinda Hall and Angela Crosby. All three are in the Hanna Hall of Fame.
     Before there was a trophy named for him, before his plaque was hung in the T.L. Hanna High School Hall of Fame, before he won four state championships in two sports, Ed Brown cut his coaching teeth on a scraggly bunch of teenagers wearing the peach-orange polyester jerseys of Concord Baptist Church.
Ed and Sheila Brown on their 25th anniversary in 1984.
     Including me, No. 33.
     Coach Brown was the only real coach I ever had, and as far as I know we may have been the first basketball team he ever coached. 
      He was also my 11th-grade teacher in Western civilization, and his wife Sheila was my Sunday School teacher.
     History confirms that Coach Brown knew plenty about basketball, but we didn't offer him much to work with. Concord didn't even have a gym to practice in. We played our games at Gluck Mill, Orr-Lyons Mill, and the First Baptist Church. 
     We had only one decent player, and his eight-year-old sister could dribble circles around the rest of us. I don't know that we ever successfully executed the pick-and-rolls Coach tried to teach us, but it was not for a lack of patient coaching on his part. 
     We didn't win very often, and I didn't score very much, but over two years we improved. We learned how to represent our church. Coach Brown set the example. 
     Kids often don't fully appreciate our coaches and teachers until years later. I dealt with Coach Brown throughout my 26 years as a sportswriter but didn't pause to reflect on the scope of his accomplishments until I got the call on Christmas Eve that Coach had died. 
     I remembered that he established the girls' basketball program at Hanna and won a state championship in 1981 with Melinda Hall, the kid sister I mentioned previously. Google reminded me that he had also won three state championships in boys' golf and was instrumental in organizing girls' golf on a statewide levelto the extent that the state champion wins the Ed Brown trophy.
     I knew he was a deacon, but I had forgotten he was also a football referee, and until now I never realized he was Korean War veteran. His Facebook page is a hall of family.
     Coach Brown was a fixture at T.L. Hanna for 30 years, and he was a pillar of our church for even longer. Half of Anderson knew him, and I don't think he forgot any of us. 
     Thanks, Coach, for having the faith to put me into the game, and and for setting a lifelong example of how to live triumphantly.

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Goodnight, Skitty

     Our sweet old cat died in her sleep Tuesday morning, just two weeks short of her 19th birthday. In people years, that would be close to 100. If you can trust Google, she was just four years behind the world’s oldest living cat.
     What were the secrets of her long life?
     1. Eighteen years of naps. 
     2. On-demand breakfasts at 4 a.m. 
     3. A name that made her tough as you-know-what.
     My generation will remember “A Boy Named Sue,” written by Shel Silverstein and sung by Johnny Cash, about a runaway dad who gave his boy a girly name so he would have to “get tough or die.” Another song by another John helped cast our cat's fate.
My name is Scat.
 You got a problem with that?
     Marta was just 13 when she got this kitten for Christmas and named her Skitty Skat with a nod toward jazzy "scat singing" made popular at the time by Scatman John. Then Katy went on her fourth-grade field trip and discovered an earthier meaning for scat. They had sisterly disagreements over how to interpret or spell the name—and they are both spelling zealots. 
     Not until we were arranging for Skitty's burial did I realize that the vet's records—evidently filled out by Katylisted her official name as “Scat.
     Wonder what the vets privately thought of us?
     I don't think Skitty held it against us, though with cats you never really know. 
     Back when we were still living in Greenville, Skitty was the inspiration for Hall’s “Scat-Net,” a clever litterbox-cleaning device he contrived for the Invention Convention at League Academy. 
     By the time we moved to Boone, Skitty exuded seniority. She knew how to get her way. Long ago, probably during one of her insistent 4 a.m. feedings, I vowed to outlive herwhich I think she took as a challenge. We grew old together. 
     For half of my adult life, she's been alongside. Now, our tortoise-haired matron has finally finished her race.
     She helped us raise three great kids (not to mention a couple of fine dogs), tolerated our scatological humor, and occasionally blessed us with a contented purr. What more could you ask from a cat than that? Goodnight, Skitty. 

Monday, October 27, 2014

Sisyphus vs. South Carolina

I caught up with Charlie Zerphey at the highest point in Union County. Beddington Mountain is only 795 feet above sea level but has a four-state view. Thin hair, if not thin air. 
    On Wednesday afternoon, October 22, I parked my faithful old Accord beside a lonely stretch of asphalt in eastern North Carolina and started walking westward along a sandy logging road that crisscrossed the South Carolina line three times. After a brisk mile, I turned left and followed my GPS as I threaded through rows of timber, looking for a hidden hilltop on a bluff above the Little Pee Dee River.
     I kept going up until I couldn't go any higher. And then I was done.
     Standing 180 feet above mean sea level and 75 miles from the beach, I scuffed my sneakers on the highest sandhill in Dillon County. As the pines rustled in polite applause, I completed a mostly solitary multi-year mission to find and visit the highest points in all 46 counties of South Carolina.
     And on the long drive home, I pondered: How do I explain my quest to anyone who asks, "Where did you go on your vacation?"
     Let's see. Last week I visited Liberty Hill, Society Hill, Little Mountain twice, a couple of fire towers, three antebellum plantations, four peanut fields, five gas stations, about a dozen deerstands, and the highest natural land in 23 mostly flat counties, including a few that actually have rewarding views.
     Why, you ask? 
     Because, I confess, I am a "county high-pointer."
     By definition, that means I try to visit the highest point in the 3,143 counties, parishes, independent cities, and other jurisdictions across our great land. But that only raises more questions. Let me try to explain. 

     I enjoy mountain-climbing, and I don't let the absence of mountains stop me. Someday I’d like to climb the highest peaks in lots of states, but I already have all of those within 350 miles of Boone, so right now counties are a lot more convenient. And every county—even the impossibly flat ones along the coast—must have a high-point somewhere. Out in that bayou, there has to be a hummock. So what if nobody in the courthouse knows where it is? That just adds to the challenge.
My collection of county high-points.
A green state is our highest award.
Yellow marks contiguous counties,
 and the blues are outliers. 
To see Charlie's map, click here.
     County high-pointing might be described as a cross between geocaching and jigsaw puzzles, or trivial pursuit and trespassing. 
     County high-pointers might be considered the nerds of the hiking world, competing on foot and online for points that most people would consider worthless. There are hundreds of us, and we are mostly harmless as blacksnakes. Leave us alone and we'll soon move on.
     If climbing Everest or Denali is Herculean, then county high-pointing is Sisyphean.
     You remember Sisyphus, the mythical Greek king who was condemned to push a stone uphill for eternity? He could be the patron saint for county high-pointers. No one has ever visited the highest point in every county. Realistically, no one ever will. 
     In fact, only one person had completed South Carolina before Charlie Zerphey and I—combined age 144—gang-tackled my home state last week.
     Charlie started climbing the state high-points in 1995 after he retired from a newspaper pressroom in Pennsylvania. By 2000, he had 49 states (and I wouldn't bet against him yet in Alaska). Then he refocused on county high-points, and by 2012 he had visited the highest point in every county from Maine to Virginia.
     It might not be too challenging to complete a state—turning it green on our computer-generated mapsif all the points were well-defined and on public property. But county high-pointers have to contend with incorrect or inexact maps, trigger-happy hunters and farmers, and dogs and signs that don't welcome strangers to the knoll in the backyard. Getting close doesn't count.  
     A retired Navy officer from New Jersey named Michael Schwartz was the first to complete the counties of South Carolina. When he finished in 2009, he had to visit nearly 200 locations in 46 counties, including 42 virtually equal possibilities in Dorchester County and 29 more in Williamsburg. Depression-era USGS topographic maps were the best we had then, and though they are wonderfully detailed works of art, they weren't designed to pinpoint county highpoints.
     The puzzle is a little easier today, thanks to precise aerial mapping and newfangled satellite data. Working with GIS officers in several counties and a GIS grad student at Appalachian State University named Zaak Havens, we were able to narrow down the possibilities to about 80 locations statewide. Before last week, Charlie had 21 of South Carolina’s 46 counties, and I had 23. The way the map worked out, we each had to finish several counties individually in addition to 15 together.
You can worship with the Presbyterians
 atop the highest hill in Chester County.
     I was surprised to discover that Union has the best view of any county high-point in South Carolina. Spartanburg also has untapped viewsthere is a private observatory (not to mention a caboose) hidden atop Bird Mountain. And you won't find a prettier zenith than Zion Presbyterian Church on the Chester highpoint.
     If you're perversely inspired to follow in our footsteps, start here. You can drive almost to the top of Sassafras Mountain, the highest point in Pickens County and the entire state. (See how Sassafras is about to become a showplace.) Greenville’s Coldbranch Mountain and Oconee’s Fork Mountain are remote, but you don't have to be a hardened mountaineer to get there. 
     Some county high-points are easy. You barely have to get out of your car to claim Charleston or Richland.   
      On the other hand, you need a boat to visit the Georgetown high-point. You have to brave a swamp in Horry and outwit hunters in Calhoun and Jasper. You may need military clearance in Beaufort and landowners' permission in probably half the counties. High-pointers have to be willing to knock on the doors of strangers. 
     The walks are often short, though not necessarily easy. The maddening challenge for county high-pointers is pinpointing the spot where you need to go. Our No. 1 rule is that you can't claim the county if there's any doubt that you've touched the highest point. If the maps are inconclusive, you have to tag all the possibilities. Where the ground seems level, you are supposed to walk a grid over every molehill. That's why Schwartz spent most of a day in Williamsburg County tromping through fields, briars, and drainage ditches to reach dozens of areas that measured 95 feet above sea level. 
The sun sets on the highest hill in Dillon County.
     I got lucky on a visit to the courthouse in Kingstree and discovered that the northern corner of Williamsburg was marked incorrectly on the USGS maps Schwartz used. This discovery brought a low ridge into the county map, gave Williamsburg a 98-foot summit, and trumped all of Schwartz' hard work. We claimed Williamsburg in just a few minutes.
     On Wednesday morning, Charlie finished South Carolina in a backyard in Lancaster County, an appropriate bookend since he's from Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. Later that afternoon, I notched my final three solo counties, ending in the wilderness of Mount Dillon.
     I don't know if Sisyphus would be impressed, but I like to think the old guy would be green with envy. Because I’m moving on to other to-do lists, and he’s forever not.


  • If county high-points counted like home runs, Charlie with 712 would be approaching Babe Ruth. My pedestrian career total of 157 is more in a league with Tom Tresh and Clete Boyer. Click here for a list of the national leaders. 
  • My drive to Dillon passed through the time-warp town of Clio, which took me back 30 years to another statewide quest. Clio (KLY-oh, not KLEE-oh) was one of the last high school football scores tracked down by the intrepid Terrell Watts on a Friday night in October 1984the first time The Greenville News published a complete scorelist from every single game in South Carolina. Terrell and our Krispy Kreme-fueled Friday night crew turned that unprecedented accomplishment into an unthinkable streak: For more than 10 years and 13,000 games, we didn't go to press without every score in the state. It's good to once again have the entire state covered. 
  • What’s next? Maybe North Carolina, which has only been completed once, by a state park ranger named Brian Bockhahn. North Carolina is twice as tough as South Carolina. It has 100 counties, including places like Hoke (whose summit is behind razor wire at the abandoned state sanatorium) and Tyrrell (where the high ground is just 17 feet above the tides. With 45 county high-points done in North Carolina, I'm not even halfway. 

Thursday, August 28, 2014

My all-time favorite headlines

     This weekend marks the seventh anniversary of my all-time favorite headline. Not that one. This one: 

     That's how the Charlotte Observer captured the moment in 2007 when our little Appalachian State football team conquered Michigan.
     Sports Illustrated declared it "Alltime Upset" on a cover suitable for framing. But leave it to the old-time headline writers in Charlotte to make it majestic, just for us. Just like local newspapers used to do. 
     Never has more been said in just 10 counts.
     Of course, App-elation! was the way we felt up here in the mountains after the unbelievable drama and the unimaginable triumph. Mary and I held hands as we listened to the final heart-wrenching moments on radio. That's the only time I can ever remember a football game bringing tears to my eyes.
     App-elation! declared the seismic shock to the rest of the state in a way that no one could miss nor misunderstand. 
     App-elation! was also a pun mocking the way the TV announcers mispronounced Appa-latch-un, a Yankee indignity that only heightened our accomplishment. 
     App-elation! even got the hyphen right, which is more than I can say for Sports Illustrated.
     Maybe best of all, App-elation! was a newspaper loosening its necktie and coming down from its ivory tower to join the party—bringing along a 96-point exclamation point just for fun. Newspapers aren't supposed to take sides, which makes it all the more memorable when they do. (Lest we forget, the Detroit Free Press headlined that game APPALLING.)
     Appellation, appropriately, means a name, or the act of naming. That's what great headlines do. In moments like these, newspapers write history, the front page becomes a keepsake, and a great headline deserves to be autographed.
    Great headlines stick in your mind like a song. The best ones orchestrate multiple messages and nuanced puns.
     I wish I had kept a file of the best headlines I've seen over the years. I've been blessed to be there for the birth of a few of them. One moment, a fine bylined story is lying headless on the page. Deadline is only moments away. Then inspiration bursts out of nowhere, sort of like Armanti Edwards, and suddenly an anonymous ink-stained editor has the opportunity to make memories and express history in one-tenth of a tweet.
     Here are a few of the finer headlines that I've recently seen or never forgotten. 

Shaw, Shank: Redemption 
     Lots of headlines borrow from movie and book titles. Too often, it's a stretch, like one I wrote about a Georgia comeback: "Dog Day After Swoon." But this headline in The State condensed all the key elements of last year's Missouri-South Carolina football game: a jailbreak performance by wounded quarterback Connor Shaw, a shanked kick that would have won the game for Missouri, and the championship implications for the Gamecocks. 

E Pluribus Union
     Monte Dutton once wrote an essay for The Greenville News about high school football in Union County, S.C. Two of the county's three schools were state champions, and the third program was on life support. That headline turned prophetic just a few years later when Union, Jonesville, and Lockhart consolidated into one school. Then they truly became the Latin we all know from the penny, E Pluribus UnumOut of many, one. 

Tigers are 10-8-cious
     The Greenville News immortalized the score of Clemson's tenacious victory against Lawrence Taylor and North Carolina, the pivotal game on the way to the 1981 national championship. 
     And speaking of LT … 

Plunkett Plucks Theismann's Heisman
     Thanks to this headline, I remember the results of the Heisman Trophy voting from 1970 better than 2013. I've always attributed this one to Phil Batson at the Anderson Independent, but now that I think about it, in 1970 Phil was probably still down in Due West serving as manager for Red Myers, Elmer "Skip" Goley, and the Erskine College Flying Fleet. (There's some raw material for headlines.)
     Phil wrote some fine headlines and talked me into staying in the newspaper business when I was thinking about becoming a computer programmer. 
     One rule Phil taught me: If it's a good headline, it fits. Rearrange the page if you have to, but always make room for a good headline. 
     Times sure have changed. No matter how much we pull for the underdogs, newspapers and headline writers have no better chances anymore than Appalachian State does in Saturday's rematch with Michigan. But this remains true:
     Good headlines always fit.
     They always will. 

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Pardon these puns

     You've heard of the fellow who entered a pun contest, sending in ten of his best, hoping that at least one would win. Alas, no pun in ten did. 
     Sometimes I wonder what puns were on his "list of likely losers" (as Leonard Post-Toasties used to say). 
     What if he squeezed and tortured the disclaimer "no pun intended" for all ten?
     His couldn't have been any worse than mine, right? 
     Pardon me while I get these out of my system:
Asking for trouble in Washington Square
     10. My daughter Marta often lunches in Manhattan near Washington Square Park, where the chess players hang out. There are some slick cheaters in that crowd, and if you're not careful, they'll swipe your pieces in a New York minute. Leave no pawn untended. 
     9. The street vendor at the fish-and-chips cart tells Marta to ignore any stray shrimp she may find in her basket. No prawn intended. And what if she wants a fish sandwich instead? Fuhgeddaboutit! No bun intended. 
     8. Your dollar bill declares that it is legal tender for all debts, public and private. But nobody wants your pennies anymore. No penny tendered.
     7. A pun walks into a Caribbean bar. The bartender groans ... then shakes his head and points to a sign that says: "No puns in Trinidad."
     6. Noah's favorite animals on the ark were two small horses. He made his family take care of all the other animals, while Noah pony-tended.
     5. Puns are a lot like ponies. You can only ride them so far, and you have to put up with an occasional stinker. No pungency did.
     4. Theodore Roosevelt wanted to keep a journal on his safari, but Tarzan neglected to pack one vital item. No pen in tent, Ted. 
     3. TV political commentators trip over themselves trying to get in the last word. Too often, these debates end pathetically. No pundit ended.
     2. (Rerun alert) I once wrote a blog about a clever billboard in Columbia that used bricks to tell puns. I lamented the phrase "no pun intended," which should never be used by any writer with a functioning backspace key. In conversation, it's an acceptable apology. But in publication, it's as vain as this post. I have only a few readers, and it has never been intent of my blog to pun-ish you. Nope, unintended. 
     1. Think you can do better? Do you know punchy endings? Or do you have no pun incentive?     

Thursday, July 31, 2014

The Old Ball Coach's old man

I first posted this blog in the summer of 2014, but it is timely in light of Steve Spurrier's latest rant about his age. He said he feels 55 and has declared the media to be the enemy because they insist on reporting that he is 490 in Dawg years. And don't you dare call him the Old Ball Coach, like he used to describe himself in his youth. 

Personally, I hope he coaches as long as John McKissick (who won a championship at Williams-Brice Stadium at age 72, by the way). Spurrier is worth his weight in goad.

If you've been sequestered on the Howard's Rock jury and are wondering what the heck this is all about, click here.

'Absent from the body, present with the Lord'
 Listening to Steve Spurrier warming up in recent days, I was reminded of these quotes I meant to post back on June 16, 2014, which would have been his dad's 100th birthday. 
     Rev. J. Graham Spurrier served as a Presbyterian pastor in Arkansas, West Virginia, Florida, South Carolina, and Tennessee, where young Steve emerged as a football star at Science Hill High School in Johnson City. 
     Spurrier was still the Head Ball Coach at Florida when his dad died in 2000. Here are some of his remembrances, which I found on a blog by another Presbyterian minister known as the Christian Curmudgeon. Most of the material originated in an interview with the Florida Times-Union.
      As a 145-pound guard on the football team at Erskine College: He liked to tell people he wasn't very good, but he did get two letters in one season. The first letter was from the coach in midseason asking him, very politely, to please quit the team. The second came from the athletic director, saying he was going to get kicked out of school if he didn't return all the socks and T-shirts.
     As a Tennis Player: Uncle Bob used to tell me that when Dad missed an easy shot, he'd have a tendency to sometimes fling that racquet into the net or against the fence. So when I throw things….
     As a Moving Minister: He moved around a bit. Ministers, sometimes when it's not going really well in a church, you have got to move around. Just like coaches do.
     As a Preacher: My dad was the most uncomplicated person I've ever known in the world. He believed the Bible from the front to the back. If the Bible said Jonah was in the belly of the whale for three days then you know what? Jonah was in the belly of the whale for three days. There was none of this stuff about how the story might have been exaggerated or interpreted differently over the years. My dad believed it exactly the way it was written. He kept things very simple. 
     As the youngest of three children (Speaking at the 2016 American Football Coaches Association convention, Spurrier said that his parents planned to have only two children, and his mom once told him he was an accident): Thank the Lord that preachers get horny, too. That was my first divine appointment. 
     As a Babe Ruth Coach: He told us, "How many of you boys believe that it's not whether you win or lose, but how you play the game? Well, you can all put your hands down because I don't believe in that statement. I believe it does matter if you win or lose, and we're going to try and win. Anytime you keep score, you're supposed to try and win." 
     As a Father: He was one of those dads who always thought I could do better, and he was right. He didn't flatter me and pamper me and tell me how great I was as a kid. I could score 35 points in a youth league basketball game, and he'd talk about the free throw I missed or the careless foul I committed. 
     As a Christian: The way he approached life, there was never a chance of him ever being depressed. Because he was such a sincere Christian, his faith kept him happy. The last 15 or 20 years of his life, he would talk excitedly about dying and going to heaven. He'd always say, "I can't wait to get to heaven." I can't help but thinking that when he had trouble breathing that night a few weeks ago, he said to himself, "It's time for me to move on out of here and get to a better place." He was the most prepared person to leave this earth I have ever known. He looked forward to this day. He was looking forward to going to heaven, to going to a better place.
     As a Dad: I just thank God that I was lucky enough to have a dad like my dad.
     On Losing Him: You sort of prepare for this day. When it happens, I guess, 50 years of memories flash by. I certainly feel very fortunate that I had my dad. He fought a good fight, ran a good race. Now, his mission on earth is done.

Thursday, June 26, 2014

In the big inning, God created baseball

     Congratulations to Coach Tim Corbin and the Vanderbilt University baseball team for winning the 2014 College World Series out in Omaha. 
     I was fortunate enough to cover that event three times during my sportswriting career: 1975 with South Carolina and 1995 and 1996 with Clemson (where Corbin was an assistant coach). On one of those trips, the Omaha World Herald produced a special edition that included the following piece by George Sislernot the Hall of Fame first baseman but a war correspondent for the Memphis Commercial Appeal who became an preacher in the 1960s. 
     It's a game story cut and pasted from the King James Version of the Bible. It's quaint in its cliches, apocalyptic in its description of a double play, and prophetic in the reference to pitching around Aaron. (Hank Aaron, who recently turned 80, would have been a 16-year-old kid in Mobile when this was written in 1950.) This is old-school, old-testament baseballthere is no mention of a savior at the end. Of course, it was 1-1 in the ninth, so it wasn't a "save situation," either. 
     If you read closely, you'll find some irregularities. Israel got four outs in the first inning, including a two-out sacrifice. That can happen when you take scripture out of context. Philistines can go ask St. Peter for a review. On the other hand, this would not have been the first time Israel got an extra outsee Joshua 10:13
     I could not find this anywhere else on the Web, so I posted it here just for you: 

      The people gathered Ex 32:1 to see the battle, 1 Sam 17:28 and the people sat down to eat and drink Ex 32:6 sweet water James 3:11  and parched corn. Josh 5:11
     Eli sat upon a seat by the wayside, 1 Sam 4:13  and he stretched himself 1 Ki 17:21 that he may see good. Ps 34:12
       So the people shouted: Josh 6:20 Where are the nine? Luke 17:17 Let the young men now arise and play before us. 2 Sam 2:14.
     The first came out Gen 25:25 and went into the field Num 22:23 and they stood every man in his place. Judg 7:21
     And Peter called Mark 14:72 whether it be good or bad, Lev 27:12 as one mocketh another Job 13:9 with loud voices: Luke 23:23 His watchmen are blind. Isa 56:10 And he stooped to 1 Sam 24:8 make clean the platter. Luke 11:39

     And the trumpeters sounded: 2 Chr 29:28 Kohath shall pitch. Num 3:29 And Samson went and caught. Judg 15:4
     David was up 2 Sam 24:11 on the left side Ez 1:10 and he struck it into the pan 1 Sam 2:14 foul.  Matt 16:3 The second was offered. Judg 6:28 He striketh.. Job 34:26 On the third Gen 22:4 he struck 1 Sam 2:14 him out. Gen 22:11
     So the Levite went in. Judg 17:10 He stood, and measured the earth; he beheld and drove Hab 3:6 for an homer. Hos 3:2 And all the people shouted with a great shout. Josh 6:20
     And Noah went in Gen 7:7 and did fly 2 Sam 22:11 into the field. Num 22:23 And Jothan ran away Judg 9:21 and looking back Luke 9:62 gathered it. Isa 62:9.
     And Aaron went in Ex 5:1 and worketh it Isa 44:12 two and two. Gen 7:9 And Samson said: Judg 15:3 Strike it! Ex 12:7 And Aaron spake: Ex 4:30 Be not one of them that strike. Prov 22:26 And the man refused to smite. 1 Ki 20:35 And Aaron took NUM 16:47 and he walked. 1 KI 15:3
     Amon sacrificed 2 CHR 33:22 and Aaron ran Num 16:47 into the second Heb 9:7 and overran, 2 Sam 18:23 and with the bag Mic 6:11 afar off, Gen 22:4 a good man out. Matt 12:35.
     Now Jeremiah came in and went out Jer 37:4 being caused to fly. Dan 9:21 And the men of Israel retired. Judg 20:39

     Then the Philistines went up. Judg 15:9 And Joseph was captain Gen 39:1 of the Philistines. Judg 3:31 And Absalom pitched. 2 Sam 17:26
     Then Joseph commanded to fill their sacks. Gen 42:25 Shimei came forth, 2 Sam 16:5 stood, and walked. Acts 3:8 The pitcher Ecc 12:6 looked this way and that way. Ex 2:12 He stretched out Hos 7:5 and threw. Acts 22:23 And Archers hit. 1 Sam 31:3 And it came to pass on the second, Luke 6:1 Joab caught 1 Ki 2:28 the line Job 38:5 and threw 2 Sam 16:13 at the first. Gen 13:4 Therefore, David ran and stood upon 1 Sam 17:51 the first, Gen 13:4 put forth his hand and caught Ex 4:4 the toss. Jer 5:22  This is the second death. Rev 20:14
     Then Joseph could not restrain himself, and he cried: Gen 45:1 Goodness, if thou continue in Rom 11:22 going down, Gen 15:12, our bones are dried, and our hope is lost Ez 37:11 and my garments Isa 63:3 and job. Ex 14:20.
     And Abram went up. Gen 13:1 And Abram drove Gen 15:11 into the air. Acts 22:23 Judah came in Gen 38:8 under it. Dan 4:14 And through the idleness of hands Ecc 10:18 the fly Is 7:18 droppeth through, Ecc 10:18 giving him a double. Deut 21:17
     Abraham took the wood and Gen 22:6 caught hold of 2 Sam 18:9 an hard Matt 25:24 and high Rev 21:12  delivery Is 26:17 and smote it Judg 7:13  that thou mayest go home. Judg 19:9

     Thus and thus Judg 18:4 Israel fought Josh 10:42 and the Philistines fought 1 Sam 4:10 until the ninth. Lev 25:22 For each, one Num 7:3 in the first, Gen 8:13 and seven times Lev 25:8 after that they Ecc 9:3 gathereth eggs. Is 10:14

     In the ninth Lev 23:32 Israel went out 1 Ki 20:21 in a row, 1 Ki 7:3 and none came in. Josh 6:1 He sent divers sorts of flies among them, Ps 78:45 and they caught every one. 2 Sam 2:16
     The first man 1 Cor 15:45 for the Philistines 1 Sam 28:15 drew the third, Rev 12:4 and the fourth Ex 28:20 came unto the outside. Judg 7:19 He walketh. Job 22:14 The pitcher Ecc 12:6 climbed up 1 Sam 14:13 and pitched. Gen 12:8 And Moses put it upon a pole Num 21:9 for an homer. Hos 3:2
     And there was a very sore battle that day; and Abner was beaten, and the men of Israel. 2 Sam 2:17
     And behold, the man clothed with linen, which had the inkhorn by his side, reported the matter, Ez 9:11 and wrote it in a book. 1 Sam 10:25