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Mack Brown Must Retire

Sunday, September 8th, 2013

After viewing last night’s performance against a pedestrian BYU team, it should be clear that Coach Brown must retire at season’s end.   It is unfortunate that Mack Brown, who led UT out of the desert after decades of mediocrity, would go out this way. Clearly UT’s on-the-field performance must now override UT’s financial performance, which has been absolutely spectacular by any measure during Mack Brown’s tenure at UT.  Just in case you do not know, UT’s football program generates over $100 mm in revenues and a 75% profit margin.  Without it, UT’s other athletic departments would suffer greatly.

UT is a rational economic unit, and in the case of Coach Brown, financial performance and Brown’s trips to the big game in ’05 and ’09 has certainly justified the patience UT’s power elite has granted Brown in the hopes of a turnaround.  The BYU game and the 2010-2012 performance taken in its entirety, however, should be Brown’s equivalent of Rout 66, and we anticipate and hope UT will make a move at the end of the year.

NBA Playoffs: Fifteen vs. Three

Wednesday, June 1st, 2011

Yes, I watched Game 1 of the NBA Finals last night and saw our local boys get outhustled and outplayed by the despicable Miami Heat (a.k.a, the Spawn of Satan). And  who knows, maybe evil prevails and we lose again to these chest-pounding, self-obsessed fame junkies. We live in a fallen, corrupt world where bad people often win. But no matter what the outcome, I will be crazy proud of our Dallas Mavericks, a collection of fifteen men who have played like a true team all season. In some ways, they remind me of their small ball counterparts, last year’s Texas Rangers, who showed old school teamwork and selfless spirit all the way to the World Series. Contrast this team approach to the Three Giant Pigs of Miami feeding at the glory trough. They aren’t real teammates; they’re a trio of sports enterprises who just happen to need the other 13 guys to field a regulation NBA squad. It’s all about them, all the time. Even the city of Miami is an afterthought.

The Mavericks, by comparison, orbit around the most humble of superstars in Dirk Nowitzki, a player who has led by example at every turn. As much as their starters, the Mavs are defined by their deep bench of supporting players, who all manage to chip in when the chips are down (last night excepted!). They are, I think, a fine representation for Dallas, a business-driven city where teamwork is prized — even when egomaniacs like Jerry Jones and Tom Hicks do their headline-stealing best to mess up the storyline. The Mavericks have given us still another 50-win season and a glorious, thrilling, pride-inducing playoff run. They are winners. They are good for Dallas. And they are already the classiest team in the 2011 NBA Finals.

Super Bowl XLV: Best & Worst

Thursday, February 10th, 2011

It’s like the morning after you’ve had way too much to drink; you think you had a fantastic time, but you’re still not sure exactly what happened. Welcome to Super Bowl XLV. The whole week was a strange Faulkneresque stream of consciousness, so I’ll abandon prose and offer a few semi-cogent observations:

1. After producing five different stories on the North Texas Host Committee and the planning process, I could not be more impressed with the people behind this event and their heartfelt dedication to make it awesome. Four solid years of work and 9,998 details planned perfectly. There were only two things beyond their control: the weather and the NFL.

2. I am a lifelong Dallasite and I cannot recall more bitter cold. Snow is fluffy and romantic; this was icy, ripping, razor freeze that served no purpose but to kill enthusiasm to venture out and participate in the 60+ Super Bowl events. Incredibly sad.

3. Overall, I thought the national media was very fair — a rarely made claim. The storm was nationwide, and aside from a few snarky comments about our Texas de-icing methods, everyone understood that it was Dallas’ prom night and we couldn’t help it if our date’s car broke down on the way to the dance. The 10,000 Super Bowl volunteers got high marks for friendliness; the restaurants, hotels, and parties enjoyed great reviews, and the game itself was outstanding. Unless you were a Steelers fan.

4. It was odd how large the figure of Jerry Jones loomed over the entire affair. This is troubling as he is hardly the poster boy one would choose to represent your city. His egomania tarnishes everything it touches. The fact that his greedy ambition to set the attendance record ruined the experience for hundreds of people and became a gigantic black eye for Dallas is a parable for the ages.

5. Whatever awe I once held for the NFL has entirely vanished. What a monolithic cabal of micro-managing control freaks they are. And it was their contractor who screwed up the temporary seating, and their ineptitude on security that led to monstrous pre-game check-in lines. They deserve all the blame being heaped in their direction, and the lawsuits filed this week.

6. My straw poll of 11 respondents reveals that everyone is VERY glad this week is over, and five years is just enough time to get ready for the next Super Bowl … er, “Big Game.”

And Now, the Citywide Depression

Monday, October 11th, 2010

Sunday, October 10 was supposed to be a glorious Sabbath of reckoning and jubilation. The Rangers would vanquish the Rays to become ALDS winners, and next door at JerryWorld, the Cowboys would smack down the Titans to balance their record at 2-2. Neither happened. And the Cowboy loss was so embarrassing and painful, that all over Big D football fans looked out over the evening sky and wondered, “What now?”

With the gross incompetence of our coaching staff, it’s quite clear that the most talented team in the NFL has no shot at the playoffs, and Jerry Jones’ dream of playing in his own Super Bowl is as likely as a Democratic tax cut. Wade “Captain Kangaroo” Phillips looked his usual confused self, and even the celebrations went badly awry. What a mess. We fans are left in a perpetual Monday funk, our hearts broken, and even Gordon Keith’s solutions for dealing with Cowboy-induced depression won’t work. Jerry we need a new coach, or at least 500,000 prescriptions for Prozac to dispense to melancholy Cowboy fans. Trust me, the coach will be cheaper.