I went to the Raiders game over the weekend with a couple of old friends, Steven Strawser (U.S. Army veteran) and Jess Grande (U.S. Marines veteran). The Marines celebrated their 239th Birthday on Monday and Veterans' Day was Tuesday.
It is 5:47 a.m. on a Thursday morning, and I am on Day 5 of a heated argument. Not with a girlfriend – I've learned long ago to cut my losses short in that department. Not with a member of my large Portuguese Catholic family – I've watched the show Game of Thrones and choose to keep my head. But with a group of people I hardly know and in a place that doesn't matter.
Let the candy grab begin. Kids will spend the night filling bags. Adults will spend the next week sneaking into those bags – and don't for a second act like you won't.
You would think after a life spent on a farm, I would have developed an affinity for all types of livestock.
Tuesday night saw the 15th Annual MAMA Awards come and go. The Modesto Area Music Awards are the 209's version of the Grammy's with all the pomp and circumstance to boot.
On Oct. 25, inside the St. Anthony's gym, a memorial alumni basketball game honoring the memory of Maureen "Moe" Iorio will take place.
EDITOR'S NOTE: Manteca to a T columnist Chris Teicheira is stuck on a tractor somewhere, so he commissioned Jacob Lile, a Golden West and East Union graduate, to guest write this week's column.
I recently did a little bird-watching in Manteca. Not at Caswell Park or some country field, but right in the middle of town. The Chevron at the corner of Yosemite and Spreckels is my preferred watching habitat. It was 6 a.m. and the coffee lineup was full. That's when I spotted one. "Lots of bad stuff in the paper lately. Manteca sure isn't how it used to be."
I was watching football with friends recently when an old high school buddy's 7-year-old daughter let me know "I'm the fastest in my class - .even the boys!" I thought aloud, "Must be fun never getting caught at Tag." To which she responded, "We don't get to play Tag anymore." Talk about sucking the air out of the room. I should've just stayed focused on the Raiders taking another beating but I needed resolution, so I asked her why?
Looking at my mother you'd never guess she has a 35-year-old son. She does – but my brother Richie has nothing to do with me turning 42.
September has arrived, and for farmers across the San Joaquin Valley that means one thing – harvest time.
It seems that everywhere you turned this summer, somebody was filming part of a movie right here in Manteca. Whether occupying a local gymnasium, hospital or grocery store, Manteca was a destination spot for several filmmakers.
There is an immeasurable sense of brotherhood and fellowship that exists between people that have been football teammates. I'm talking about real football – not that game you play at the park with your older brothers, though that is a wonderful way to refine your skills. I'm talking two-a-days, mid-summer heat, sprints for five straight days, and haven't even seen a football on the field yet. Then you finally get your helmet and pads.
I've been preparing to write this football column for nearly three weeks and the only thing that has become clear is that I could legitimately write a column about football every single day for the next 25 years without having to repeat myself.
This was going to be my column about football and women; my male chauvinist view of how women are ruining my enjoyment of the sport. Not the ones that hate it, but the ones that feel the need to show us how much they love the sport. We get it: You like football, but you've begun to invade our space – and some of us don't like having to share our "Mary-Kay" party with you. But I'm going save it until next week. I figure the backlash will be severe enough that the Bulletin will be forced to ...
There is nothing more fruitless and futile, than an argument with someone on Social Media. A person can easily find themselves embroiled in a 3 day hash slinging competition – and who has the time for that?...Well, I do!
Editor's note: Chris Teicheira asked his readers to post some of their thoughts about memorial Day.
It happened again. Somebody used "that" word right in front of me. They didn't even have the tact or shame to say it under their breath. He just blurted it out in mixed company, as if his level of comfort with it somehow gave him license to spread it to others in our community. It is a word I despise as much today, as the day I heard it for the first time. It is a word so ugly and pervasive, it should required to carry a bar of soap when using it.
Thank you for always making the edges of my fried eggs crispy. Thanks for letting me read an entire Heathcliff book to you in one sitting – and do it each day – because I needed to practice my comedic timing at age 7. Pretending you didn't notice I was watching Saturday Night Live in my bedroom, when I should've been in bed asleep. For giving my 3 awesome siblings...the time you allowed me and my friends to . . . wait a second!.
In anticipation of the upcoming Manteca Hall of Fame dinner, I was perusing the Hall of Fame website last Friday night.
If you are a lifelong Mantecan then undoubtedly you've developed a little Manteca Entitlement along the way, whether it's riding the slides at Oakwood for free because you knew the right people … or that you can turn left onto Yosemite when leaving MHS if you really, really need Taco Bell … or the expectation that your coffee will be on the house at Johnny's (Ed's Patio for you pre-East Union Baby Boomers). These entitlements are part of the wonderful nuance of being raised in a small town, but when you begin to rely on these entitlements and ...
The list for Manteca's newest Hall of Fame inductees is out and I was excited to see that not only did I recognize every name but I have broken bread with more than a few of them. I'm no spring chicken and have had that short internal dialogue we have from time to time – am I getting old? The answer is a resounding "Yes!" But as I perused the list of 2015 inductees, I felt something besides old. I felt lucky; lucky that I've had the opportunity to have had several of these inductees in my life ...
Spring is for lovers, or in a recent case I encountered, spring is for high school kids to park in orchards, and spend a little quality time with their sweetheart. Is there a more time honored Manteca tradition than a good old "spring orchard fling" when you are 17?
The grass is green, (at least for now) and the kids are taking to the field. It's baseball time, folks, our national pastime. Is there anything more relaxing than taking in a day game? Watching a group of 5- to 6-year-olds bumble and stumble along? Turning a routine ground ball into a comedy of errors?
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