We were playing football at Crane against Alpine when the score was tied up to the last few minutes. I think this was 1965. Alpine beat us by kicking a field goad in the last 2 or 3 seconds.
Once at Wink, we had a young man who recovered a fumble in the middle of a bunch of players. He broke out and made for the goal line. Trouble was, he was going for the wrong goal line. Perhaps the opponents were blocking for him. Our guys were trying to tackle him. I remember his name, but I won't call it.
Pecos and Wink used to have an intense rivalry as did Crane and McCamey. Once at Wink the opening kickoff went to Pecos, they had a little speedster who pulled off his shoes and ran the ball all the way for a touchdown. Wink also had a speedster, my brother Ralph, who pulled off his shoes and ran the ensuing kickoff all the way. Score 7 to 7 in the very first few minutes. What a ball game! I wish I could remember who won.
Once at Pecos the fans, both sides, thought the officals were cheating. After the last whistle blew, the crowd met in the middle of the field chasting the officals. Some women were beating them over the head with whatever was handy. The men were fighting, literally, punch for punch. A grand scale battle was finally broken up by lawmen.