Comes all the way back to Dallas.
Stays in
I didn't wake up with a tooth missing or a tiger in my hotel bathroom. But only one - that's right, one - of the following did not happen during my 4-day excursion to Las Vegas.
Venture a guess?
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Mother efffer! Civic duty!
No, no, no. You got me all wrong.
I love sports and stuff and, oh yeah, freaky things like, say, baby heads in glass vases.
Am I skeptical? Cynical? Inquisitive? Smart-assy? Guilty.
But bitter? Hardly.
I consider myself more tell-it-like-it-is realistic rather than jump-off-the-high-five negative. I don't think the Rangers will make the playoffs. I think Josh Hamilton should've come clean before he was caught. And I absolutely despise squirrels. But, honestly, I'm generally a silly, dorky, positive guy that takes his job - but not himself - seriously.
Just to make sure I'm not sending the wrong message, a little balance this morning. If you will.
How about 20 random things I really, truly love? ...
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| Different vibe in Austin, sayeth this T-shirt for sale on South Congress. |
Born in Oak Cliff. Raised in Duncanville. Citizen of Dallas.
But every time I go to Austin - like this past weekend when I skeedaddled from Cowboys' Camp in San Antonio for a quick getaway - I feel like I belong there. Know what I mean?10. The whole city is one big Deep Ellum.
9. Two words: Cable. Access. The people willing to pay for their 15 minutes are incredibly entertaining, if not so much talented. On Saturday morning I was momentarily mesmerized by two pasty dudes sitting really close together on a love seat wearing headphones, holding microphones and talking ... atheism. I didn't care if they were agnostic or the sons of Robert Tilton, they were just so bad they were, well, good.
8. St. Edward's University. While the Cowboys bounce around from San Antonio to Wichita Falls to Oxnard, Calif., I'll always have a special, seared place in my heart for those 103-degree camps spent covering Jimmy Johnson's two-a-days on Woodward Street. Drove by the place yesterday and - gasp! - the fields that spawned three Super Bowl champions have been turned into a parking garage.
7. I know the women are classically prettier and plastically(?) hotter in Dallas, but there's something very grrrrrr about Austin chicks. Most have tattoos. Some wear hats. Or Army boots. And none of them give a damn what you or any of the fashion snobs at NorthPark think. Character + Confidence = Sexy.
6. Barton Springs. The water is always 68 degrees and sparkling clear. The women are sometimes topless. Your move, White Rock Lake. And don't get me started on Town Lake vs. the Trinity River Project.
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| Took this pic out my airplane window. I was not flying over Dallas. |
But this time I really did Seattle.
Some days I wanted to ride my bike over the rolling, tree-lined terrain and sip a cup of coffee while taking in waterfront views. (And I don't even like coffee.) Others I wanted to go Kurt Cobain. (And I'm not particularly fond of suicide.)
In April, Dallas city leaders took a fact-finding trip to the same region. They returned. All things considered, I think I'll ...
Hey, if Dale Hansen thinks it's a good time to skeedaddle, who am I to quarrel?
Let's see, last summer I went to a river and a waterfall. This year ... Seattle. Yeah, that sounds about right.
Temperatures in the 70s. Fish to eat. Coffee to smell (but not drink). A mountain to climb hike. Blogs to ignore.
Should be a relatively slow sportsy week ...
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After 365 days, 755 items and 7,735 comments, how we doin'?
President Obama just got graded on his first 100 days. Knowing full well the risk, today I'm soliciting your votes on the Sportatorium's first year.
We're still on the air, so that's good, right?
In general, seems you guys have a taste for the Cowboys, lists, hot chicks and radio rumblings. Consider this the Sportatorium's suggestion box.
Forgive me for growing a little misty-eyed nostalgic today. It's because 368 posts and 3,554 comments after debuting with this lil’ diddy, your friendly Sportatorium is suddenly 6 months old.
Funny, I don’t feel a day over 2. Hundred.
The full report card won’t come out until we’ve survived a year, but this progress report looks decent. Translation: Whew, we’re still on the air.
Two words: Free. Tickets.
I have four tickets and a parking pass to the final Rangers’ home game of the season. Wednesday afternoon. 1 p.m. Oakland A’s. The battle for second place. Wow.
I’ll be there, so bump into me and buy me a beer, will ya?
First person to answer this question correctly gets the tickets. Let’s see, a Rangers’ question? Naw, we’d be here for days waiting on a correct answer. Instead, let’s see how closely you’ve been paying attention to this here Sportatorium:
Couple of, um, interesting(?) goings-on this weekend involving names near and somewhat dear to our lil’ corner of the blogosphere:
FRIDAY: Does the name Greg Williams clang a wind chime? I hear that ol’ Hammer – whose new show debuts Monday night on ESPN Radio – will have an in-depth, re-entry interview with Randy Galloway at 5 p.m. Probably nothing more than the audio version of this ditty, but should be intriguing nonetheless.
SATURDAY: Details are sketchy and confusingly trickling from a blog not named Unfair Park, but it appears our own Robert Wilonsky will host some sort of music/movies show Saturday morning/night on The Ticket. If so, the official unveiling is sure to be unveiled right here at some point in the very near future. I’d call Robert myself for the scoop but, alas, I have a frenzied case of the Fridays. Tra-la-la.
SUNDAY: Can’t believe I’m typing this, but if you want to hear me squawk about sports and football and mix in a corny joke or two, well, it’ll cost you $10. Actually, you’ll get all the lox and bagels you can hoard as well when I guest-speak at the Congregation Beth Torah Men’s Club at 9:30 a.m.-ish. Heckling, thank goodness, is free. -- Richie Whitt
