Whitt's End: 10.8.10
*A sentence I thought I'd never live long enough to type: The American League Championship Series -- Texas Rangers v. New York Yankees -- starts one week from today at Rangers Ballpark in Arlington. Peench me.
*Division banners. Pep rallies. Meeting the team plane at the airport with only a 2-0 lead. It's all so well, rinky dink. And soooo dang fun.
*Unprecedented Saturday in metroplex sports upcoming. All playing tomorrow: The Stars, Mavs, Rangers, FC Dallas, Baylor-Tech in the Cotton Bowl, Texas A&M-Arkansas in Cowboys Stadium. Feels like Christmas Eve.
*Deal with the devil? As a Mavs fan, I'd give up all those hollow 50-win seasons for the '06 championship. As a Rangers fan, I'd go another 11 years without a playoff sniff if they win the World Series this season. But as a dude, I wouldn't trade two weeks with a 10 for 10 years with a two. You?
*Cowboys 31, Titans 20. Wade Phillips is 3-0 in Dallas coming off the bye.
*When I miss, I really miss. I didn't think it was possible to win 96 games with smoke-n-mirrors, so I picked the Rays in 5. Before that, yes, I wanted the Rangers to face the Yankees. Double whiff.
*Religion! Don't really have anything this week, just wanted to keep your Bibles sharp.
*C.J. + Cliff = 2-0 lead. You know the old adage: Good pitching beats
good shitty hitting.
*I get that Dirk Nowitzki's game doesn't translate to American fans, but I can't explain why his jersey is only the ninth-best seller in Europe.
*In my humble opinion, this is the greatest four-letter band in the history of ever. Sorry, Korn.