Showing posts with label Texas Rangers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Texas Rangers. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 31, 2019
Happy New Year/Decade! My Top 10 Stories From 2010-19
MARCH 2010 - Ron Springs' Triumph Into Tragedy
JULY 2012 - My Make-A-Wish Wish
DECEMBER 2012 - Gunning For Change
JUNE 2013 - The Hard Lie 2
JUNE 2016 - Re-Visiting Valley Ranch
JULY 2017 - Adrian Beltre vs. Horribly Arrogant Umpire
FEBRUARY 2018 - The Deep Dive of Former Media Star Wally Lynn
APRIL 2019 - Dirk: DFW's GOAT
MAY 2019 - No Arms. No Legs. No Problem.
JULY 2019 - Chandler Jackson: Only The Good Die Young
Wednesday, January 30, 2019
Donald Trumb: The POTUS That Couldn’t Pass The SAT
Erosion commenced at exactly 11:57 a.m. on
Jan. 21, 2017.
On his
first official day on the job, Donald Trump simultaneously tweeted his arrival
in The White House and signaled his attack on the English language:
I am
honered to serve you, the great American People, as your 45th
President of the United States!
After 2+ years of being insulted by his fundamental
misspellings, grammatical gaffes and unfathomable voids of common sense, I have
come to this undeniable conclusion:
Donald J. Trump couldn’t pass the SAT.
On the Scholastic Assessment Test there are 96
questions pertaining to writing, language and reading comprehension, punctuated
by a written essay. From what we’ve been subjected to, there is zero evidence
to suggest the President has anything firmer than a 5th-grade grasp
of his country’s prominent communication system.
After being mocked for his salutatory tweet,
he attempted to correct honored … but
instead compounded the problem and exposed his intellectual impotence by editing
into honoured. Since that episode, the
bar has been steadily, sadly lowered toward the movie, Idiocracy. Today, 58 million people rely on Trump’s Twitter feed for
the leader of the free world’s thoughts, feelings and actions.
Frightening because, politics and policies
aside, he is unfit to represent the smartest country on Earth. Left may be
right and right might be wrong, but correct is bipartisan.
Trump is Trumb.
He doesn’t know “there” from “their”, “to”
from “too”, “weather” from “whether” or even how to spell his biggest nemesis: collussion. Call me a Grammar Nazi,
please. It’s a compliment. I’ve always been amused at how being accused of
inflexibility toward proper spelling is intended to come off as genuine
criticism. Do those same folks attempt to camouflage their own inadequacies by
mocking people with perfect credit, unblemished criminal histories and
undefeated records?
We all make mistakes. I’ve had my share.
Usually typos made in haste, rather than blunders fueled by a lack of
intelligence. Sloppy and stupid may be related, but they are not identical twins.
Sloppy: Friend shows up 30 minutes late to
Cowboys game.
Stupid: Friend shows up 30 minutes late to
Cowboys game, wearing a Rangers cap and baseball glove.
I won’t
hire a company that has “Your No. 1 With Us!” painted on its van, or eat at a
restaurant whose menu boasts “locally sorced ingredients”. Likewise, I’ve declined
writing jobs from companies that tried to recruit me in an email that
misspelled my name as “Ritchie.”
If you don’t have enough integrity to get
the small stuff right, how am I to trust you with the big stuff?
Granted, grammar isn’t the top priority for
a President. But in screwing it up, Trumb has diluted and dumbed-down his
message. His reign of error is a reflection of core values. America’s tone
comes from the top. Is it too much to ask that the most powerful man in the
world is at least as smart as I am?
Wrote the influential poet Ralph Waldo
Emerson, “The institution of the office is lengthened by the shadow of one man.”
Yikes.
Trump’s legacy – and America’s persona – is
trending toward a regression to cavemen inarticulately grunting at each other. While
his 35-percent(ish) base of supporters revel in Trump being unbothered by “elitist”
priorities such as spelling, the most listened to man in the world is – via an
unvarnished blend of insanity and stupidity – putting the art of eloquent
communication in a sleeper hold.
Said Trump on the campaign trail, “I love
the poorly educated!”
(Insert light bulb emoji.)
Again, we can excuse infrequent sloppiness.
But we can’t stomach ingrained stupidity, especially when it’s adorned with
arrogance. Our current toxic combo: One of the dumbest people in a position of
power constantly boasts about being one of the smartest people on the planet.
Among Trumb’s not-so-humble brags:
I qualify as not smart, but genius … and a
very stable genius at that!
Sorry losers and haters, but my I.Q. is one
of the highest!
I’m
very highly educated. I know words. I know the best words.
We all have friends and/or family like this.
In small doses, their combination of folly, hubris and hyperbole might be
entertaining, even endearing. But you wouldn’t put them in charge of a running
a Lemonade stand, much less America.
Forget obstruction and collusion, the President
is guilty of heinous crimes against grammar, literacy and common sense. Ironically,
today Trumb tweeted at the U.S. intel chiefs that diametrically disagree with
his warped world view:
Perhaps Intelligence should go back to
school!
Gold help us. Because Trump’s “school”
produced this …
*Referring to Robert Mueller’s Special
Counsel as “council”, “councel” and “counsle”.
*Respecting the “Marine Core”.
*Criticizing a foe for being “shadey”.
*In touting his “ability to write”, chastising
the media for liking to “pour over my tweets”.
*Tweeting his visit to “Oxen” Hill. Oxon
Hill is, of course, the home of the National Spelling Bee.
*Promising to “promote the possibility of
lasting peach”.
*Claiming he invented the phrase “prime the
pump”, which has been around since 1933.
*Tweeting that an opponent got off “Scott
Free”.
*Butchering hereby into “hear by”, “herebye”
and “hearby”.
*Claiming a certain decision played no “roll”
in the outcome.
*Tweeting that Barack Obama had the audacity
to “tapp” his phones.
*Confusing “weather” and “whether”.
*Confusing “their” and “there”.
*Same
with “too” and “to”.
*And again with “loose” and “lose”.
*Tweeting that a first-time occurrence was “unpresidented”.
*Claiming
that a wall would solve America’s “Boarder” security.
*Inaccurately calling British Prime Minister
Theresa May “Teresa”, who is actually a porn actress.
*Promising – twice in the same tweet – that
our great nation will “heel”.
*Boasting – twice in the same sentence – that
there is no “smocking” gun.
*Bragging that he fed the Clemson football
team by paying for “1000 hamberders”.
*Stating that a “hurricane is coming … a
big, wet hurricane”.
*Depicting Puerto Rico as “an island, surrounded
by water … big water … ocean water”.
*“covfefe”.
*Claiming “If you buy a box of cereal at the
grocery store, you have a voter ID”.
*Misinterpreting “Climate Change” as today’s
temperature rather than decades of increased averages. Tweeting it as “Global
Waming”.
*Fumbling, before giving up, on how to operate
an umbrella.
*Walking up the steps to Air Force One with toilet
paper stuck to his shoe.
*Signing his name wholly ineligibly, like a Richter
scale having a seizure.
*Looking directly at a solar eclipse.
*Keeping the ends of his abnormally long ties
together with Scotch tape.
*Believing that America’s F-35 “Stealth” fighter
jet is literally invisible, saying “It wins every time because the enemy cannot
see it. Even if it’s right next to it, it can’t see it.”
*Continually referring to an investigation
that has produced the arrests of six close associates as a “Witch Hunt”.
*Claiming he is a devout “Christian” that
has never felt the need to ask God for forgiveness. “I think if I do something wrong, I think, I just try and make it
right. I don’t bring God into that picture. I don’t.”
*Expecting us to believe he is “6-foot-3 and
239 pounds”. Or, exactly the same size as Cowboys’ running back Rod Smith.
*Saying he needs “an anti-Viagra … I’m not
bragging. I’m just lucky.”
*Disliking pets in general, and dogs in
specific.
*Stating that baldness is a weakness,
shaking hands is dangerous, “email is for wimps” and “environmentally friendly light
bulbs cause cancer”.
*Estimating that the cost of health insurance
for a 21-year-old to be “12 dollars a year”.
*Tweeting “wind turbines are killing millions
of birds”.
*Long ago stopping any exercise out of a
belief that the human body is born – like a battery – with a finite amount of
energy.
Presented anonymously, I would judge those
bullet-point traits to belong to a middle-schooler, a pathological liar or a mythical
villain soon to be portrayed in a movie. Someone, for certain, that I wouldn't want to spend any amount of time listening to or hanging around.
But a President? Our current President?! Get outta here!!!
Evidenced by his random capitalization,
idiocy with idioms and irrational, illogical beliefs, Trumb needs help. I am
hereby volunteering to be his editor.
First lesson: No hyphen. One word.
Resign.
Thursday, July 27, 2017
UMPIRES SUCK. ESPECIALLY UMPIRES NAMED GERRY DAVIS.
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| Funnynotfunny? |
Umpire Gerry Davis needs a sense of humor. Because, yep, he's a major league asshole.
On a sweltering July night at Globe Life Park in which Yu Darvish might have thrown his final pitch as a Ranger, it was the arrogant umpire who decided to inject his pall-bearer gravity into a laugher of a game by ejecting future Hall-of-Famer Adrian Beltre for - I kid you not - standing to the left on the on-deck circle.
They say you can go to a baseball game and see something you've never seen. Man, are they right.
Last night I witnessed:
*A combined 32 runs
*Yu surrendering 10 runs in 3.2 innings, the 2nd-shortest outing of his career.
*3rd-string catcher Brett Nicholas mopping up on the mound in the 9th, and offering a 45mph slow-pitch softball.
*And Beltre, one of the game's greatest and goofiest players, getting tossed for daring to exhibit a moment of levity at his doorstep of history.
The score was 22-8 and it was approaching 11 p.m. on a Wednesday. The only reason there were a couple thousand of us fans left in the stands was Beltre. He already had 3 hits including a homer and a double off the wall, and was in his usual on-deck position preparing for what we all hoped would be career hit No. 2,997.
Enter Gerald Sidney Davis, aka Baseball Buzz Killington.
Earlier in the game my Dad and I had already taken note of Davis. He's been around forever. Crew chief since '99, umped 5 World Series and has the 2nd-longest tenure. He's obviously good at what he does. But he does it despite a surly, smug disposition that would make even our President cringe.
Davis was the 2nd Base Umpire and on a couple of relatively close plays - a sliding double and a double-play pivot - we were amused, no, make it annoyed, that he made no call. None. Not as much as a shrug in reaction to the plays. Pretty clear to us that the runner hustling for a double was safe, but there was a tag. And similarly routine that the double-play pivot was executed without hiccup for an out.
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| At least I had a good view of a bad outing. |
My guess is that throughout the stadium little boys and girls with their caps and their gloves and their baseball obsessions watched both plays and were left not impressed by Davis' visible indifference, but rather confused enough to ask "Dad, was he safe or out?"
With nothing to justify him being a part of the proceedings, Davis decided to shove his sourness into the game in the bottom of the 8th. Beltre - as he has done for, oh, 20 years - was standing about 5 to the left of the on-deck circle. Out of nowhere - totally unprovoked - here comes the jerk of a judge.
Inexplicably, he yells at Beltre to move to the right and stand on top of the on-deck circle mat adorned with the Rangers' logo. With comic reactions as fast and slick as his Gold Glove, Beltre instead drug the mat to where he was standing.
To Davis, this was an unpardonable felony. He picked a fight, but when Beltre dared to "fight" back, he threw him out of the game. "Nobody disrespects me!" the giant ego in Davis' little brain was sure to be screaming. In Davis' scenario, Beltre should've moved, stood somewhere he was uncomfortable standing and saluted "Sir, yes sir!" in the process.
Because, you see, Davis would like us to believe he is baseball royalty. An advanced, decorated professor of the sport. His inner monologue has him being such an expert of the game that we should all bow at his feet while he wows us with his judgments.
But Davis is not a black-belt in baseball, merely a black eye on the sport.
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| One I won't soon forget. Thanks, Gerry. |
From Davis? Not a peep.
It's clear he wasn't enforcing any rules, he was merely making himself feel important.
Never met Davis (nor do I ever want to), but my image is of him dining alone after a game. Sending back the soup because it's too soupy. Customizing his meal with 42 alterations. And then, you guessed it, leaving a $0 tip because such a mundane meal was beneath him.
Davis was likely very satisfied with himself last night. He had reminded Beltre - and everyone in the stands - who was the real boss. In his world, remember, we paid our money to watch him umpire just as much as paid to see players.
There will be a day - hopefully sooner than later - when baseball is flawlessly ruled by computers, GPS, laser technology and advanced gizmos equipped with no egos or agendas, and that mercifully will make umpires obsolete. Our kids' kids will laugh at the fact that we once upon a time relied on humans to judge our beloved outcomes.
And they'll be right, because last night there was nothing funny about Gerry Davis' devoid sense of humor.
Thursday, June 15, 2017
HOME SWEET GONE
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| Last call indeed. |
A lot has transpired since I moved into 2823 Roundrock in McKinney back in 2002. Other than the house I grew up in, I've lived here longer than any residence.
But alas, nothing lasts forever. Especially addresses.
So here Sybil and I go. Downsizing. Upgrading. You know the drill. You say you're never going to move and then - the commute gets longer and your patience gets shorter and the offers get bigger and ... Poof, just like that, we're dumping leisurely life in the 'burbs for shorter drives to longer nights down by the Dallas Arboretum.
I'll always have McKinney. But I no longer need the McKrap.
Bottom line: Estate Sale, courtesy of Attics to Basements. It begins - right now! - and runs through Saturday afternoon. Schedule: Thurs 10-4/ Fri 10-4/ Sat 10-2. (If you can't make it out but will be in the market for some sports memorabilia, an item or two that goes unsold will be donated to the Do It For Durrett and/or DFW Talk Of The Town charities.
Come help us bid a fond (and fruitful) farewell to a house saturated with 15 years of excessive hunting and gathering in the form of ...
SPORTS
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| Rookie of the Year - 1995 |
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| Not Fake News |
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| Gently pre-owned |
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| Some of these you'll have to fight me over |
RIDICULOUSNESS
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| Before ... you know. |
AND EVERYTHING BETWEEN
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| Garth. Michael. Toy. 52-17. |
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| The Great Goodbye |
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| (Not so) Gently pre-owned |
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| He had/has my vote. |
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| You'll have to outbid Ron Chapman. |
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| Before ... you know. |
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| Yes, it works. |
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| 2011 = Pins 'n tears. |
Thursday, June 1, 2017
THE 20 MOST MEMORABLE SPORTING EVENTS IN THE HISTORY OF ME
“Be more positive!” she says.
“Stick to sports!” he chides.
“Too many Top 10 lists!” they decry.
Fine, you win. Today: A warm-’n-fuzzy Top 20
list about sports.
But first, a little background …
I lied to get into the sports media
business. Sorta.
Went down like this:
In 1986, a few months before I graduated
UT-Arlington with a degree in journalism, I caught the eye
and grabbed the ear of an editor at the Fort Worth Star-Telegram.
“I’ll do anything, for any price,” I begged,
attempting to jam the tip of my toe
into what I perceived to be a sliver of an opening in the door.
“Hmm, okay,” returned the editor. “Do you
follow soccer?”
“Are you kidding?!” I fibbed, having
attended a Dallas Tornado game or two as a kid but not really knowing a goal
from a goal kick. “One of my favorite sports!”
Two nights later I was inside Reunion Arena
covering a team called the Dallas Sidekicks and a sport called the Major Indoor
Soccer League. Orange ball? Walls? A guy who takes his shirt off when he
scores? I was clueless. And I was hooked.
Not
necessarily on the MISL, but on getting paid to attend sporting events.
What a scam brilliant career choice.
I’ve covered sports in the Metroplex for 30+
years, writing/talking about everything from dart tournaments to The Olympics. Today,
with a little prodding and a lot of reminiscing, I pieced together the most
memorable events I’ve attended during 18 years at the Star-Telegram,
seven more at the Dallas
Observer, five at CBS Radio/105.3
The Fan, three more at NBC5 and, since the Summer of 2013, here in my own lil’
corner of the blogosphere.
My initial brain dump birthed 44 memories. I
painstakingly narrowed it to 20. Not necessarily the best moments. Merely the most memorable. (Leon Lett, Brett Hull and Bill Clinton's White House just barely missed the cut.)
Hope you enjoy re-living
them half as much as I delighted in covering them.
20. February 16, 2001; Infield Circus – Assigned to
capture the suds, speed and socializing of the Daytona 500, I drove through the
tunnel at the Daytona International Speedway and immediately saw a woman.
Walking. On her hands. Naked. With grinnin’ guys playing ring toss. Using her
legs as the targets. Swear.
19. April 6, 1997;
Mav-Wrecks – Though
the franchise had bottomed out a couple years earlier with head coach Quinn
Buckner and consecutive 13- and 11-win seasons, the Mavs under the utterly forgettable Jim Cleamons managed only two
points – on a pair of Derek Harper free throws – in the third quarter of a lowly
loss to the Lakers in The Fabulous Forum.
18. Nov 30, 2006; Anna
Nirvana – Got
to play three games of tennis at the T Bar M Racquet Club in North
Dallas against one of the hottest females on the planet, Anna Kournikova.
Nothing really spectacular about the tennis, other than the fact that it was
against one of the hottest females on the planet, Anna Kournikova.
17. June 20, 1987; Sidekicks Celebrate – Down 3-1
with less than two minutes to play in Game 7 of the MISL Championship Series,
the Sidekicks pulled their goalie in desperation. After an improbable two goals
to force overtime, Tatu drilled a shot that Mark Karpun re-directed for the
goal that stunned the Tacoma Stars and 20,000 fans in the Tacoma Dome. Two days
later I covered a championship parade through downtown and around Reunion
Arena. Still pinching myself to this day.
16. Dec. 10, 1989; Bounty Bowl II – After
Cowboys’ head coach Jimmy Johnson had chastised the Eagles’ Buddy Ryan for
putting out a bounty on kicker Luis Zendejas in a Thanksgiving Day game at
Texas Stadium, the payback at
Veterans Stadium was gruesome. Philadelphia beat an infamously futile Cowboys
team, 20-10, punctuated by batteries wrapped in iceballs hurled at the sideline
and even inside CBS’ broadcast booth at Verne Lundquist and Terry Bradshaw.
15. June 29, 1998; Dirk’s Debut – He
stepped off the plane from Wurzburg, Germany all of 19 years old. Chili-bowl, long haircut. Big, gold hoops dangling from his ear. But then Dirk Nowitzki dazzled
us inside the Baylor-Tom Landry Center gym. 3-pointers with each hand. And a
smooth, flowing stride leading to effortless dunks. The Flamingo Fadeway wasn’t
yet born, but just days after the NBA Draft Nowitzki’s eventual Hall-of-Fame star was already rising.
14. Dec. 20, 2008; Farewell, Old Friend – It was
freezing that night. Winter wind whipping through the tunnel at Texas Stadium. But with the
Cowboys rallying and former players lined up to see the last game in Texas
Stadium it would end up warm and cozy. Right? Nope. As Baltimore Ravens’
fullback LeRon McClain rumbled 82 yards right up Dallas’ gut it almost made us
vomit. Then, about 17 months later, an 11-year-old from Tyler pushed a plunger
that imploded my all-time favorite sports stadium.
13. May 14, 2005; Tiger
Prowls – Back
when Tiger Woods was Tiger Goods, I followed his every move at the Byron Nelson
golf tournament. On the 9th fairway
he exited a Port-a-Pot … to a rousing ovation.
12. July 4, 2004;
Fantastic Federer – Only thing more amazing than sitting at Centre
Court Wimbledon and watching Andy Roddick spank 140-mph serves was witnessing
Roger Federer deftly return them for winners with merely a flick of his
legendary wrist.
11. June 17, 1994; The Day The World (Cup) Stopped – International
media from the globe’s four corners descended upon Fair Park to cover the World
Cup, but suddenly we all found ourselves not watching soccer inside the Cotton
Bowl but instead huddled around a TV in the Hall of State’s makeshift
media center gawking at another type of football player. It was O.J. Simpson,
leading Los Angeles police on a low-speed chase.
10. January 17, 1993; How
‘Bout Them Cowboys?! – Candlestick Park. The mud. Major underdogs. Up
24-20 with four minutes remaining, but backed up to their own 10. Get
conservative and work on the clock? Nah. How about Troy Aikman to Alvin Harper
for the most important 70-yard pass play in
franchise history. Cowboys 30, 49ers 20. Hello, Super Bowl.
9. February 28, 1989;
Doomsday Indeed – Only days after he was fired by new owner Jerry
Jones, Cowboys’ coach Tom Landry
went to Valley Ranch and cleaned out his office. Unfortunately, I had to
document every sad detail.
8. June 14, 1998; The Joy
of Six – With
his Chicago Bulls on the brink of losing Game 6 and
having to play a Game 7 in the Delta Center against the Utah Jazz, Michael
Jordan scored, stole the ball from Karl Malone and then deftly shoved Bryon
Russell out of the way before swishing an 18-foot jumper to seal his sixth
title. We forget John Stockton front-rimmed an open 3-pointer at the buzzer.
7. October 22, 2010;
Hello, World Series! – When closer Neftali Feliz struck out Alex
Rodriguez on a nasty curveball, our goose bumps had goose bumps. Yep, after 38
seasons the Texas Rangers were finally going to the World Series.
6. February 8, 1986; Soaring Spud – On
NBA All-Star Saturday at Reunion Arena it was 5-foot-7 Spud Webb who stole the
show by winning the Slam Dunk title. But in the locker room it was Celtics’
legend Larry Bird who chugged a Lone Star beer, loudly burped and then offered
“Excuse me, I’ve got a trophy to win.” He then went out and at one point made
12 straight 3-pointers en route to the Long Distance Shootout championship.
5. July 27, 1996; Olympic
Bombing – During
The Summer Olympics in Atlanta I saw Michael Johnson’s double in the 200/400,
the Dream Team cream everybody and Andre Agassi win gold. But it was 1:30 a.m.
when our bus taking us to our dorms at Emory University abruptly stopped.
Announced our driver, “A bomb went off in Centennial Park.” Still makes me
queasy. I had been there 20 minutes before. And now I was headed back.
4. August 22, 1989; 5,000
– I
was assigned to paint the scene surrounding Nolan Ryan’s historic 5,000th strikeout. Not
Nolan fanning the A’s Rickey Henderson or the ball caught by
Chad Krueter, but more so the scalpers selling box seats for, get this, $150 a
pop. Probably go for $1,500 today.
3. October 27, 2011; Title Tease - One
strike away. Twice. I was lined up with a gaggle of media underneath Busch
Stadium, awaiting the Texas Rangers’ World Series celebration that would never
happen. Plastic was hung from lockers. Boxes of championship hats and
T-shirts were carted past. But after David Freese tripled off Neftali Feliz in the 9th, Lance
Berkman singled off Scott Feldman in the 10th and Freese homered off Mark Lowe in the 11th to end a dramatic, gut-wrenching Game 6, it was
instead our worst case of blue balls. Ever.
2. January 31, 1993; 'Boys Are Back – From Garth
Brooks’ National Anthem to Michael Jackson’s halftime show to Troy
Aikman’s four touchdown passes to the nine turnovers, the Cowboys’ 52-17 romp
over the Buffalo Bills in Super Bowl XXVII will be eternally vivid.
1. June 12, 2011; Finals, Finally – As Nowitzki made a lefty layup to give the Mavs a nine-point lead in the
final minute, I found myself trying to do my job – blog and type and talk –
amidst a stream of tears. Couldn't have been more perfect. In Miami, against the Heat team
and villainous player (Dwyane Wade) that ruined the ’06 party. Favorite moment:
Original owner Don Carter handing the Larry O’Brien trophy to Finals MVP
Nowitzki. Sometimes, if you stick with it long enough, life turns out to be
fair after all.
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