Whitt's End: 3.13.09
*I promise to watch Terrell Owens' reality show on VH1. Provided that I get to see the unedited footage of T.O.'s reaction when agent Drew Rosenhaus calls with the four most depressing words an athlete can ever hear: "You're going to Buffalo."
*Betcha a nickel that Jonestown Coliseum will ultimately have AT&T in its name.
*Speaking of stadiums, drove by the shrine formerly known as Texas Stadium last Friday night around 7 p.m. and, um, somebody forgot to turn out the lights. Several of the suites were fully lit. That can't be a wise expenditure of our precious energy now can it?
*Best news to come out of Rangers' spring training is Thursday's outing by pitcher Brandon McCarthy: 4 innings, 1 hit, 0 injuries. Seriously, it's his best performance since becoming a Ranger in December 2006.
*Was watching some spare conference tournament when the announcer gushed that a player averaging 22 points per game "can really light it up!" I thought of Pete Maravich, who averaged 44.3 points per game at LSU in 1970 without a 3-point line. Wonder what the gushers gushed about him?
*Just when I wasn't into March Madness, last night's Syracuse 127, Connecticut 117 in six overtimes was one of the best college basketball games I've ever seen.
*If local NFL Draft guru Dane Brugler knows anything - and I happen to think he's pretty damn good - then three of the top four players selected next month with have Dallas ties.
*One time someone called me a "sharp cookie." Totally don't get that one.
*Another time someone called me a "selfish asshole." Totally get that one.
*If I don't know what a Ponzi scheme is does that mean I'm a potential victim? I did know this guy who in 1992 coughed up $1,500 and joined a "Friends Network" pyramid scheme. Two weeks later - swear - he drove to Denton and a guy he said he'd never known before or since handed him a manilla envelope with $12,000 cash inside. Two days later the scheme got pub in the Dallas Morning News and, poof, it was gone. Guess who got in too late?
*Speaking of moolah, Mark Cuban is weathier than Jerry Jones, who is way wealthier than Tom Hicks.
*Okay, I relented and got on Facebook. Now, before I'm integrated or acclimated there, I've got friends wanting to follow me on Twitter. In the very near future I picture hordes of people dying at their desks, so immersed in updating their status on multiple social networks that they forget to eat.
*Guilty: I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints, and I'd rather party with the colorful people on Craig's List rather than the yawners on the Dean's List.
*This week's column eulogizing Terrell Owens is right here. In the final analysis, his departure makes my job more difficult, but also more enjoyable.