The first visit to The Negro Leagues Baseball Museum in Kansas City, Mo., I came up empty. There was a slightly less-than-friendly greeting at the help desk, and I was told I could not take photographs in the exhibition — even if I was a member of the media — not without an appointment, anyway.
Bummer. I thought the NLBM would be the perfect complement to the PingWi-Fi coverage of the National Baseball Hall of Fame.
I walked away.
Had it not been for the timely scheduling of “42,” HBO’s well-done film on the Jackie Robinson story airing back in my hotel room I wouldn’t have gone back. But, timing is everything.
After seeing “42,” I had to go back. Yes, I did things properly, called ahead and scheduled a photo tour. (I for one, didn’t know all of the JR story …) You may know, Robinson played for the Kansas City Monarchs before Branch Rickey of the Brooklyn Dodgers realized three things: segregation was wrong; there was better baseball being played elsewhere; and there was more money to be made by expanding the talent pool and the audience of the league. Rickey signed Robinson for the Dodgers, stealing him away from the Kansas City Monarchs and the rest is history.
In my opinion “42” does a pretty good job showing the hardships for Robinson and the courage shown by a few of his supporters – both black and white.
So about the museum … lots of vintage photography and artifacts. Even the most absent-minded sports fan who visits will soon realize the Negro Leagues story is much more than a sports story — more of a civil rights story played out in the baseball genre. And it is a story of innovation and great contributions … Did you know the Negro Leagues hosted the first night games under the lights?
And the exhibit is quick to point out that when Jackie Robinson broke the color barrier, it also signaled the end of the Negro leagues. As talent migrated to the majors, the Negro leagues invited in women players and even resorting to clowning in the games. Could this have led to basketball’s Harlem Globetrotters?
Great news. The Museum does have Wi-Fi as does the American Jazz Museum in the same facility — The Horace M. Peterson III Visitor Center — all near the corner of 18th and Vine … the corner of baseball and jazz, I say – 6 pings.
After I toured the facilities, watched the film clips and read the kiosk info, I hit the gift shop. Ha … yes, I guess you would have to know me, my bizarre take on things and that I am not prejudiced (I hate most people regardless of their skin … just kidding) … but I so wanted a t-shirt printed with a word that Samuel L. Jackson can say ever so comfortably in a film, but I have to be careful to use delicately in a blog. (No, not “the” word … but the other word, so to speak) I like shirts that get reactions out of people – that’s my point.
But, I’ll be darned if there was a shirt I wanted in the place. The style I really wanted most was an authentic, vintage style of shirts with the old Indianapolis Clowns logo on it. Not there. The Monarchs merchandise looked pretty nostalgic, but not for me. Most of the other jerseys were cluttered with multiple, huge logos in flashy colors … perhaps the target audience being more the rap music artist and not so much the baseball history nerd. Who’s to say? Very interesting!
I did, however, grab a coffee mug with “42″ Jackie Robinson and the other word on the side. You can find me most days, feeling all historical and somewhat politically correct, drinking from my new Negro Leagues Baseball mug …
Lots of things going on in those jerseys on display and for sale … the aforementioned Clowns … The Buffalo Soldiers (another fave, mon) … The New York Cubans … The Atlanta Crackers … The ECL, The Eastern Colored League … words …
Later, still thinking about the museum, I was driving around the city when I heard the museum President, Bob Kendrick, on a radio public service announcement for Black History Month. The executive said, “It has been said that the Kansas City Monarchs were the ‘New York Yankees’ of the Negro Leagues, and others have said the New York Yankees are the ‘Kansas City Monarchs’ of the major leagues.”
Meanwhile … time was running out in KC … here’s what I got:
The next to last day in Kansas City, I visited the coolest place — The Roastery. I had passed the coffee shop and bean grinding mega-place numerous times … seeing a vintage bomber suspended in the air, high above … never knowing what it was. And, sorry to say, as I asked my friends about cool places … no one had mentioned it. I suppose if you have an airplane on a steel I-beam above your head, people just assume … Ha … got a great chai latte, met another blogger, met another photographer and enjoyed excellent Wi-Fi … Best place in town for my money – 7 pings.
More History, WWI – The National World War I Museum At Liberty Memorial tower offers the best view in town for the KC skyline from its tower, and more Lugers, machine guns, bone saws, mortars, medals, torpedoes, than you can imagine … even if you grew up watching war movies like me. I spent three hours in the museum and needed a week. Guns, history, guns, history … more guns … more history … and the bravery … bravery that an exhibit can’t begin to display. There’s Wi-Fi throughout … a gift shop and a cafe with period snacks in the display case … including KC’s Chase’s Cherry Mash – 6 pings.
Winstead’s – the hometown favorite malt shop and diner. I frequented two locations, one just east of The Plaza and the other out south near I-35 on Shawnee Mission. Both had great free Wi-Fi … My love ended there. Ha … I awarded the first $0.25 gratuity of my life at Winstead’s on principle. (That’s probably about the same monetary value as .5 pings …) One night I went in for the Wi-Fi and ordered a chocolate sundae to justify my presence. I ask you … what is the crowning feature of a chocolate sundae? The cherry atop, right? Can you believe they brought me a sundae with a smashed, ripped, mutilated and torn cherry on top? Who does that? It’s the principle … Winstead’s is a landmark ice cream joint. How much do you really care about a customer if you can’t even select a good cherry to put on it? Ha … I was going to have a lighthearted philosophical conversation about this with the waitress, and send it back for another cherry. But, I never saw the waitress again. The sundae melted as I waited to discuss the art of sundae making. No pings.
Krispy Kreme – My bad … hit them late in the day on blizzard day because everything else was closing and yuck … the donuts were stale. No Wi-Fi either … but I appreciate their resourcefulness “Just steal the neighbor’s Wi-Fi. That’s what we do.” 2 pings for resourcefulness.
The Elephant Bar (on Metcalf) – The EB was my second-favorite college hangout at Texas Tech, so recently I hit them up in Albuquerque too. Still, no Wi-Fi at The Elephant, sad to say. But, I did eat free. I ordered a steak. It was a bad sign when the waitress apologized for my meal being late, because someone had given my steak to another table. Finally, a piece of meat was put before me but it was cold. I sent it back, not unlike a battered cherry, and quickly the manager hovered over me, comping my meal and getting more meat for me. Hmmm … this one was warm but smaller … Did they microwave the one I sent back. Still … they attempted customer service. Unlike the soda jerk at Winstead’s, my server did well financially at The Elephant – 3 pings.
BBQ — Earlier, I think I mentioned the great barbecue at Arthur Bryant’s, the 18th & Brooklyn location (no Wi-Fi, no frills other than fountain Big Red). Everyone told me Oklahoma Joe’s was the best in KC, which makes no sense from a branding standpoint. Even more senseless, the joint was never open on my day off from the Dirty Gig. Lastly, in the BBQ genre, I did one of several Gates BBQ locations. I highly recommend the burnt ends sandwich at Gates, if you have lots of sauce. Most intriguing, the technology … not Wi-Fi but an antique looking system of multiple ceiling fans, belts and pulleys that cool the cafe.
The Midland Theater — There is nothing I love more than live music when out on the road. So, it was devastating that I didn’t get to see The Pixies in this older, intimate live music venue. Media pass …. DENIED! (My compliments to the band’s media relations person …)
Starbucks — No tour of a city would be complete without a visit to the green thing. Pretty sure the Starbucks on Broadway in Kansas City was not only mentioned, but received high marks in my first blog years ago. Yes, I hit it again and again. Great people watching … But a bone to pick. The drive up window is unAmerican, I say. What sense or fairness is there in waiting on the people first who are either too lazy, too important, or just too darned rushed to come inside? I mean …. wait on them, but don’t make me wait when I am first at the counter. Agreed? Ha … and I noticed something I have never seen at the hundreds of Bux I have done around the country. When I ordered my trademark green tea frappuccino, the baristas scattered. (Finally one girl drew the short straw and made my drink …) It must be one of the more difficult concoctions in their repertoire. Leave it to me to make their life difficult. Elsewhere … the Starbucks in The Plaza … awesomeness.
Highly recommended by my buddy Roberto, my next stop was Broadway Cafe. I headed on over with great expectations … yes to Broadway in Kansas City. How can this be? What a cool looking place, but no Wi-Fi!?! But I am open minded and decided to give them my money anyway … However, that wasn’t as easy as you would think. I stood in line for about five minutes, at the counter … at the front of the line, when i noticed they were taking money and serving people who walked up beside me. Heck no, I didn’t just let it go. When I asked if “my money was good?,” they said they didn’t realize I was standing at the front of the line, directly in front of the cash register wanting to order something to drink. Well … maybe we do things differently in Texas … and everywhere else in the country/world. Sorry Roberto – 2 pings, those for the excellent lemon poundcake.
Boba – Just around the corner from Broadway Cafe is a cool little boba tea shop … or bubble tea for the uninitiated. Yes, Tea Drops on Pennsylvania has Wi-Fi … and yes they have one of my favorites drinks … served with brown tapioca balls with .38 caliber straws … I asked a few questions, and asked if they could seal my drink with one of their air tight wrappers that was printed with the word “ping.” They apparently mistook my glee for newness. The barista asked if I had been to a boba tea joint before. I bet my first visit in California, back in 2003 predates the KC store … just guessing. Still – 5 pings. Loosen up a little.
And what of Cari-BOO? – Caribou Coffee has always been one of my favorites … since I first encountered them a few years back in the Midwest. Call them a more rustic kind of chain — buckskin motif and antler logos … or something like that. So … I was thrilled when I saw the cool Caribou logo across the street, about a half mile from my Drury hotel in KC. But like I said, Cari-boo! The KC location was the first drive-thru only Caribou I have seen in all my travels. Maybe next time … They are known to serve up good caffeine and iced treats, along with Wi-Fi.
Speaking of the Drury … our relationship started slow, and thanks to some great Wi-Fi and even more stellar customer service, the stay was great. It was at The Drury — Kansas City often being a test market for new products — the one of the hotel clerks gave me my first Oreo with red peppermint filling (“stuff”). Hey … not bad! But … it so looks like a black puppy, with black lips, showing his tongue … I digress …
And lastly … the place I saw most in KC … The Fountain View Apartments, near the square. Ha … I saw them for about 60 days consecutivley, because our team was doing some work there. Although I did not live in the apartments, I would say it looks like a very cool complex. The first thing I did was check for Wi-Fi networks around the property.
Ha! Hotspots are everywhere … and to the freeloader’s chagrin, all of the Wi-Fi networks were securely locked down and password protected. I noticed that first … next I noticed they were all from the same Internet provider, and lastly that all of the hotspots also had a matching guest hotspot. Obviously, someone had done a good job to land a contract at the apartments and install the equipment, creating somewhat of a plug-and-play solution for new tenants … or so it would seem. Maybe everyone does that now … I don’t know. Haven’t lived in an apartment in many years. But if I did … this place would be a candidate. They have their own cool little Internet cafe in the office area too.
A few more observations about the place: lots of ornate metal work that creates the best afternoon shadows: the apartments are walking distance from The Plaza, with gates backing right up to the river walk; there’s a huge park for dog- and people-walking across the street to the east; it’s just a stone’s throw from the great Nelson-Atkins art museum … and my favorite … a great view of sunset on The Plaza, with geese landing and taking off constantly, honking away in the pastel light over the river.
Thanks for a great time, Kansas City … Oh … and I got to visit with an old college roommate, K.C. … LOL … “the other Kent.”
Know what I sayin?
I had yet too hear the weather news on Ground Hog Day, so I hopped in the car, chasing my own wintery shadow around The Cities — KC K and KC Mo. I don’t remember much about Kansas City from my first blog visit, back in 2003 … mostly I remember The Plaza and all the wonderful fountains, the statue of native American “Massasoit” cloaked in a pinkish/purple sunset and The Cheesecake Factory. This time around, I am quite enamored with The Kauffman Performing Arts Center and also all the old renovated buildings and cool businesses in The River Market district.
On my first full day out and about, I stumbled on the River Market area, and as I dissected this retail zone, I happened upon a vintage, hole-in-the wall diner, The City Diner. Nothing fancy … one of those places that has obviously been there forever, with old bar stools, interesting characters, and engaging waitstaff … but alas, no Wi-Fi at The City … The word around the campfire is, however, that you can filch a network hookup from a neighbor …
But I look at situations as a glass half full, right? There was plenty to enjoy from my barstool at the front counter … the gritty feel, the eclectic menagerie of workers and the crazy regular sitting nearby, an elderly man spinning on his barstool … When one of the waitress said she wanted something to drink, he piped up: “Do you want a drink? Do you want an alcoholic beverage?” I smiled at the waitress. She said nothing and made no eye contact. The room went silent for just a split second. No one said anything … then the sound of clanking plates and rattling silverware resumed. Bizarre.
He made random comments about whatever, for about 10 minutes … loudly wrestled a newspaper, occasionally commenting to no one about a headline … grabbed his order and left. I figured he either owned the joint, or was casing it … one or the other.
Ha … and I wonder what the waitresses thought of quirky me. When my waitress asked to take my near-empty food basket away, I jokingly waved her off and called “Time out!” I explained to her that even though it looked like I had finished my meal, that in fact, I had not finished because I still needed to take a photo of the last french fry.
“Say what?” her facial expression questioned.
I explained that I wanted a photo of the french fry … took the shot, and said take it.
Scratching her head, she returned to the kitchen. I realized they were probably a little concerned, with two bonkers customers in one day — Ground Hog Day — so I invited her to see the shot on my iPhone.
“Doesn’t that look just like a profile of the space shuttle?,” I asked her.
She wasn’t very enthusiastic, but she replied it was “more like a jetliner.”
She had a point … I closed the photo and forgot about it …
As i enjoyed what I am guessing must be The City Diner’s trademark – a fried porkloin sandwich with horseradish, I remembered that for several days I had been considering a daytrip to St. Joseph, Mo. … St. Jo-Mo.
Now I had my opportunity.
Why this? Well, you see, St. Jo is the home of Cherry Mash – third oldest candy bar in The United States (ha … and the birthplace of Jesse James … THE Jesse James). I have been doing my part to keep this candy brand alive, for the last month … well actually most of my life … on every road trip, when I can find the sweet mound of chocolate covered cherry sweetness. I have been tweeting photos of the brand, posting them and sporting about a bag-a-week habit of Chase’s CMs since i got to KC. You know them right?
I know them all too well. First as a kid, they were my mom’s favorite back then, which made them my favorite, which I would sneak from her stash at every opportunity. I remember she would sometimes take a bite out of one and save it for later. You could see the teeth marks cutting into the chocolate and that fuchsia/cherry colored cream inside. Ha … It was like a forensic record in sugar. You would think her leaving her mark on the tiny round mound of chocolate cherry goodness would be enough to keep it safe. Not with me around. I would snatch it up and finish it off, if I found it.
Well, as some of you know, our family lost Mom last year. I thought it would be a fun little tribute to go see the place where her favorite candy originated. (She was kind of zany too …) And, she so liked her some candy. For Cherry Mash to be her favorite said a lot!
I left the diner, plugged in the coordinates for the city of St. Jo, and headed out. Five minutes after I had snapped the photo, I was in the car, on a bridge crossing The Missouri River. I looked down below the bridge, just in time to see a train crossing a trestle below. Any guesses on what coincidentally was the cargo on the freight train?
I was blown away. I have never seen such a thing on a train before. There were three or four jetliner bodies, partially assembled, unpainted … in profile … no wings, just a nose, tail and the fuselage. I looked for a place to pull over on my bridge for a photo. There was no place to stop, so you have to take my word for it … Yes … pretty much a perfect visual pun of the french fry described in detail above.
God’s sense of humor, I call it …
On to St. Jo.
It is important at this point to mention that I didn’t drive north through the Missouri farmland blindly … well, not totally. I had gotten on the Cherry Mash Website and sent to them an e-mail asking about tours. The Website stated fairly specifically that they do not give tours … but in my line of work, it helps to be persistent. Even if I couldn’t tour the place, I had heard there was a factory store. What the heck. It was only about an hour away …
I drove around St. Jo for just a few minutes to study the architecture of several wonderful old buildings, and I totally gawked at the huge courthouse. I think it was the courthouse, but as I circled it, I never saw a sign???
“I’m done now.”
I pulled into the parking lot of the YMCA and fed the GPS the address for the candy factory. Off we headed, our destination about five miles out of town. Have you driven with a GPS? … It makes navigating a breeze … until you get to one of those creative intersections with oncoming traffic from five directions, a roundabout, and a few one-way streets thrown in. I tried to follow the evil headmistress GPS voice word for word. When she ordered turn, I did. Which put me on a pretty empty street, except for three or four cars coming right at me. “Those idiots. They’re all going the wrong way,” barked Mr. Safety to himself. Quickly I pulled into a driveway and corrected my choice of directions.
I couldn’t believe it. There wasn’t a patrol car in sight. Yes, this is Groundhog Day, i joked to myself as I drove on, in the correct direction.
A few minutes later, I could see the familiar Cherry Mash logo on a building a few hundred yards away. In a parking lot nearby, there were two police cars, side by side, with the officers chatting. “Cherry Mash must have the same effect as donuts,” I surmised. (I also remember Chase Cherry Mash had a little character called The Candy Cop.)
I looked further up the street, and saw one vehicle at the factory. And there was a gentleman outside. I drove a little faster, passed the police, and I saw him lock the door and head for the Chevy Suburban parked outside. I pulled up just as he was opening the door to The Chevy.
“I guess this means I am late,” I said, kind of pleading in my tone.
He replied, “That depends … depends on what for?”
I explained that I had come all the way from Texas (which is true without some of the weeks and weeks of details) to see the place that makes my mom’s favorite candy. He said they were closed, but there was a store.
“Can I buy some candy? … Do you have t-shirts?”
He nodded and said, “Come on in, but we’re closed, so I can’t make change and can’t take plastic.”
Thank goodness I wasn’t carrying a C Note. I would have dropped it. He showed me around a bit, and I scoped out the shirt I wanted, and I saw a huge box of the candies. You bet I wanted both, so I started counting cash … aloud … so he would know the situation.
“Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven … That’s all the cash I have on me.” (I was already playing rock/scissors/paper in my mind to determine whether or not I buy more candy, or a shirt, when) he said, “I’ll sell you both for twenty-seven dollars.”
I grabbed a red shirt to add to my fashion collection, and a 24-pack of the mashies, and we had a nice chat. I believe he said his name was Barry. I do know he said I was a very lucky man. “Why?” I asked.
He explained that the store is not open on Sundays … ever. “See those police cars? They were just out here and they called me to come turn off the alarm system …” A false alarm. Ground Hog Day! … I wondered what caused the alarm. Had someone called in a bomb threat? … a cherry bomb threat, maybe? Or was this the St. Jo version of swatting?
Who knows? But whatever set off the alarm and brought the police, probably saved me a traffic ticket and helped me score some excellent Cherry Mash swag instead of a wasted trip.
I took a few shots of the antique Chase’s Cherry Mash point-of-purchase displays, an old invoice, some historic photos, miniature delivery trucks and other Cherry Mash memorabilia. (Wonder if there are collectors? I think I just became one)… Most interesting: did you know that in the 1970s Cherry Mash test marketed a “Coconut Mash” wrapped in a similar design as Cherry Mash, only brown? Barry explained it had a coconut center, and was quite delicious, but it didn’t take off … not like the CM!
Barry was so nice and full of information … took great pride in telling me about the brand and about the various TV shows that had featured the candy several times. He said you can tell when their episode of “Unwrapped” airs, because the Internet sales go crazy.
But, Barry shrugged a bit when he told me there was no Wi-Fi for me.
Not a problem. I got what I needed and more, so I headed to my car. That’s when Barry handed to me one of the vintage design Cherry Mash coffee cups that I had been eyeing. We like our fans of Cherry Mash … and Texas has been very good to us … especially West Texas. (Probably my family’s patronage, I suspected …) What a sweet guy!
Know what I sayin?
Finally, a day off from The Dirty Gig, because we are “snowed out.” … This time the PingWi-Fi tour stops in “The Cities” — Kansas City, Kan. and Kansas City, Mo. … time to shoot photos, test Wi-Fi, blog, listen to music…
I am reeling at just how well Apple iTunes Radio knows me (or have they have somehow “roboted” through my computer data?) — the other night I selected Sparkle Horse and iTunes radio, a station I for new and eclectic sounds. Listening to it, I was reminded of how The Flaming Lips dedicated a song to the leader singer of Sparkle Horse, in a concert soon after Mark Linkous killed himself. When I saw The Lips in concert the first time, they dedicated “Waiting for Superman” to Linkous and mentioned they also played the song in memory of Elliot Smith a few years earlier, “when he allegedly killed himself.” I guess “Waiting For Superman” is their designated suicide song … I digress … Any way … the point – I was impressed that iTunes played Sparkle Horse, Flaming Lips and Elliot Smith in a row, just for me.
Linkous of Sparkle Horse
Love it when things come together. Here’s another one … This time it is the work worlds colliding … careers, past, present and alternative … kind of cool. Let me set this up …
Years ago, at a large agency in Dallas, one of my PR clients was a bus company — the same bus company whose vehicle almost went into the Mississippi River when the bridge collapsed in Minneapolis, Minn. Luckily, that story had a happy ending, at least for the client’s bus and the school kids on board. A driver heroically got the kids to safety and was rewarded monetarily and with several TV interviews while the PR team was on site there in Minneapolis. A PR win.
I am reminded of that event every time I walk to the parking lot of my hotel. The company’s busses and cars are all over the parking lot here in Kansas City. Apparently there is some training facility nearby, and many of the drivers are sharing this hotel.
So that is one little interesting career note about this hotel, The Drury Inn in Merriam, Kansas.
Even more interesting, my two current careers have intersected here at the corner of Drury and Inn … The Dirty Gig meets the travel blog. I am staying in the Drury — enjoying great Wi-Fi I might add — and writing about it. In addition, I was surprised to learn that the lower floor of this very hotel flooded right after I went to work the other day. (You know that is the kind of thing we handle on the Dirty Gig part of my travels … when I am not travel blogging.) My temporary residence is now also a client, more or less.
Instantly my Imagination went wild … me asking myself … “Oh wow … I didn’t flush anything … uh … ‘problematic,’ did I?” Good news, it wasn’t me. But there was a hot mess as they say. Great news. It was fixed immediately.
Later I heard that a pipe had broken. I heard this little clean up was quite the funk … but I didn’t have to deal with it. Local Kansas City guys from the disaster company I travel with were on the hotel job, and my assignment was elsewhere, near Kansas City’s Plaza. But, from “water cooler” chat, I do probably know more than I want to know about the flood … but that’s another story. No one’s fault. With the recent bitter cold, there have been pipes freezing, thawing, bursting all over The Cities.
So about this Drury …
Let’s talk Wi-Fi first. The network here is great, perhaps as good as any I have encountered at a mid-range affordable hotel. Free. It has performed well — allowing me to download the entire “The Clash Live At Shea Stadium,” lickety-split, off iTunes, without a glitch. Also, my laptop finds and reconnects to the network very quickly, when I venture out of my room on the third floor to the lobby, near the free popcorn machine:) I was so impressed from the point I checked in. The front desk not only knew the hotspot name, they were kind enough to warn me against the weak hotspot of a neighboring company. On the Drury hotspot, I FaceTimed a little, and I was impressed with the clear picture of my friend in New York City.
Hotspot … hot popcorn … take off one point for the “hot mess.” Drury Wi-Fi in KC gets six of seven possible pings.
Elsewhere in The Drury, I have enjoyed the free dinner’s each evening and felt like a big shot as I bought complete strangers drinks with my complimentary hotel drink vouchers, that would otherwise be wasted (since I don’t drink). By the second week of the visit I had learned the meal schedule — chicken strips, pasta, hotdogs … repeat … with a side order of mac & cheese.
I guess most people don’t stay in the hotel months at a time and have no idea of what to expect. However, I do get the impression that some people picked this hotel for their stay based on the free food/drink provided. Call me a travel snob, but I think the demographic mix and the conversations at dinner reflect this.
“I am at the ‘Durrie’ off I-35. When you come to tow my car, it is the white one that won’t start in the parking lot … yes … “Durrie” … D-O-O-R-E-Y,” I overheard the other night … I digress.
Another night there was a lady with a service dog … who took great pride in having trained her own dog, (as she should be). Then there was an elderly couple with long, “Wavy Gravy” hair (long hair like I rocked for a while) … with apparent home-made trims on their bangs … The stylish couple jumped into the dog conversation, to compliment Drury on allowing their pets to stay in the hotel.
After three nights of the couple’s dogs barking all night, very near my room, I was not quite so proud of Drury’s stance to elevate canine needs above human guests. Surprisingly, when I called the front desk to see if the management might ask the dog-love couple to stifle during the night, I was told to see if it happened in the night and call the desk if it did. Somehow I didn’t see that being very pro-active … and believe you me, no one at the front desk would want to talk to me after I had been awoken for the second or third night in a row. The problem persisted, no change, until the dog show hit the road.
Things got better.
Disclaimer time … I realize as a travel blogger it is probably not fair for me to stay in a hotel for months at a time and divulge all. I see all the ups and downs that a one-night or two-night guess might miss. I usually try to take this into consideration … sort of.
So without airing all the hotel’s dirty laundry, the other day there was an issue in my room. Just one of those things. I complained a couple of times, and then the manager took control of the situation and upgraded me to one of the biggest rooms … just in time for the game that was supposed to be “The Super Bowl.” Good call, Jessica.
Thanks to the manager’s quick action, the cranky guy in 312 is now the very happy guy in … let’s just say … a bigger/better room not to be disclosed because it is where I keep “all my pertinents and such.”
Know what I sayin?
January 6th, 2014 · Tags: Satire
I am stubborn. But I like to call it self-sufficiency. Having recently moved the foosball table to the hall closet without an assist, I was feeling pretty invincible … until my little run in with the monster TV. I tried to manhandle it by my own self.
You see, finally I have succumbed to the need for a flat screen in the man cave portion of the second floor overlooking the balcony, which leads me to the pressing philosophical questions of the twenty-teens. What do you do with the old set? It works great, and with a now-required digital antenna the picture is about as good as the new ones. But, we all know the issue is girth. My old 40-inch Toshiba is one big, bad mamma-jamma of plastic that will last thousands of years.
But, hey, I can handle it. I got it up there didn’t I? Trouble is, that set is about 10 years older now … and yes this old boy has seen a few more reruns too, since the time I snatched it up and toted it ascending the stairs. I looked at the Toshiba beast on top of a five-foot armoire … and I started to have my doubts.
Doubts are the devil. I probably would have been fine, if I hadn’t thought it to death.
I devised all types of plans and contingencies. At one point I was convinced I would roll the butcher block table into the room from the kitchen and ease the TV over the edge and on to that lower plane. Then I thought, maybe I can still hoist this beast. For plan B, I thought I could just lift it and place it on the end of the bed. So, I put a large piece of cardboard on the bed to shield the bedding. Hmmm … how to pull this off? It was up in the air, so to speak.
So as I continued to mull it over, I gave the old set a once over with a dust rag. Ha … I was dressed in black — for depressed Monday apparently as all the Internet blogs reported — and I didn’t want to look like a human lint filter. I wiped the top, sides, front and was edging the TV to the front edge of the armoire to clean its backside when all hell broke loose. Somehow I was paying more attention to getting streaks off the screen than the balancing act.
Crap! … I saw the thing heave forward for a second, then it rolled … kind of like a diver when they grab their ankles on the way for the water. Ha! First instinct was to try to catch the thing. A friend’s joke about finding me trapped under the TV, from earlier in the day played in my head. What could I do? What could I do?
I had just enough time to act — in the split second when the TV’s life flashed in my mind — to push. Rather than bear the brunt of the weight, inertia, gravity and any other forces at work on this body now in motion, I just tried to divert it … to alter its course, but not stop it. (Aren’t old school TV tubes subject to exploding too? … I sort of saw that a little bit in my mind …)
Successfully, I shoved the falling object to the edge of the bed. Ha … I think it was like shedding off a block in football … or maybe like using the opponent’s weight and approach against him in Judo … or something heroic like that. Funny. Did you know that a TV will bounce on a bed just like a happy kid at a slumber party? My old chunky friend Toshiba hit the bed, kind of rolled in the air, went back up and was again headed for the floor.
I almost dived to stop it and got one hand on it, playing the bounce. Or maybe the bounce played me. Next, the set hit the hard wood floor. You might think there endeth the tale of Toshiba. But no. Hardwoods have a little spring to them I suppose because the thing bounced up a little … just enough to climb on a low table near the edge of the bed. Guess what I had stored temporarily on this low table.
YES! The new 50-inch flat screen was in harm’s way. I almost cried. It was like a slow-motion disaster film. My mega-outdated TV — now on its second bounce — was about to have it’s way with the sleek, sexy, new skinny screen.
Funny thing about fat Toshibas, they bounce high, but not very far forward. The old set barely knicked the edge of the low table where the new TV was planted. I sighed huge … then gasped. Not so fast! My new TV wasn’t out of the woods yet. The old one hit the table, and yes … about a milli-second later I saw the new one tilt backwards and the pedestal slide forward. The new flat screen went down like a quarterback approaching the first down marker.
I am not making this up. All these thoughts and emotions were rushing through my mind. This was so pathetic … and yet had to look totally hilarious in the most slapstick sense of the word. I felt like throwing up just a little in the back of my mouth, and giggling a bit. IF only I had a video of this fiasco. I am sure it would’ve rivaled one of those America’s Funniest Home Videos where the guy bursts the family’s above-ground pool and everyone and everything in the vicinity is hit by a domino-effect tsunami.
You won’t believe this. The huge dinosaur TV has a slight crack in the plastic — or at least that is all I detected since I can’t lift it very well … but I plugged it in and it works fine. What is it they say, “Scars are like tattoos with better stories”? I digress …
Is there a person on the planet, besides me, who still has or possibly wants more fat-screen technology in their lives? If so … want to rescue a slightly abused, well-behaved Toshiba? It can roll over. I would love to give it to a good home. But, I insist that at least two people corral the thing for the trip home.
As for the new flat screen … I guess it slid in safely … It works, and it looks great perched up on top of the armoire, although perhaps not safely perched. I had to ice my hand for a bit … but I guess it’s okay … just took a plastic corner to the palm. It and the bruised pride have recovered enough to allow me to “blog about nothing.”
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January 2nd, 2014 · Tags: Sports · Wi-Fi
What a great return to bowlsville for the Mean Green of The University of North Texas as they took ESPN’s Heart of Dallas Bowl 36-14 over the University of Nevada – Las Vegas! As proclaimed at the post-game trophy presentation, the Eagles say this is “just the beginning.”
Although perfectly sportsmanlike, polite and extremely complimentary of his opponent, UNT mentor Dan McCarney had set the tone for the game, the day before at the press conference. Seeing his enthusiasm — a colorful quote machine of a coach — led at least one blogger to expect the UNT win.
Fans hadn’t seen green in a bowl since 2004. The bowl loss in Dallas on New Year’s Day was the first for UNLV, previously 3-0 in post-season play.
Thompson Throws On 1st
Glen Rose, Texas product Derek Thompson, the UNT QB, was the game’s offensive MVP – 21 of 30 pass completions on the day for 256 “air miles.” Running back Brandin Byrd rushed for 55 yards on 20 carries for the Green.
FUMBLE of the day > No Wi-Fi for “The Wi-Fi Guy” covering the game for the third time, sequestered down in the lower level of the press box of the storied Cotton Bowl stadium with many noisy fans and few actual members of the media.
We’re grateful for the opportunity, but also have the cutting edge ability to improve your social media moxie. Love the time on the sidelines for the game – 4 pings.
FYI — Lots more photos from the game experience on our Facebook page:
PingWi-Fi Facebook Photos
BEST run of the day > From our perch in the lower press box after the game, had a great view of a leprechaun-like, green-shirted UNT fan being chased full-speed by a police officer, from the end zone to about the 50, before the fan on the run ducked into a sea of green at the trophy celebration. If only I’d had a laser pointer …
In the “live action,” the Eagles pretty much dominated the UNLV Rebels for most of the game after The Rebs’ first drive, although it didn’t show int the stats until Denton’s finest pulled away in the fourth quarter. The Rebs scored first, and fired their cannon just after 7 minutes elapsed in the first quarter, going ahead 7-0.
The Green Meanies countered with four unanswered TDS, the first with 1:47 left in the first quarter … 7-7 and they built a 28-7 lead by 4:56 left in the final period. The Eagles capped off the day with a 15-yard run by Brelan Chancellor with 2:24 left to play. Chancellor also scored on a 3-yard run earlier in Q4. It was the 34-yard TD reception by UNT’s Darnell Smith, with 6:59 left in the fourth that put the game out of reach at 28-7, and put a ring in my ears, as I photo’d the catch from a vantage point near the UNT cannon. Ouch.
The Running Rebels first score, the first of the game, came on 9-yard pass from Caleb Herring to Marcus Sullivan … the culmination of a 95-yard march down the field. The other UNLV score, also through the air – Herring to Jerry Rice Jr., from 13 yards out. YES, Rice Jr. is the son of Hall of Famer, 49er Jerry Rice. The catch was his first TD reception, in his last college game, after transferring to UNLV from UCLA.
BEST call of the day … whoever dialed up the sunshine and 60-degree weather in Dallas in the heart of winter.
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Separated From Headgear
January 1st, 2014 · Tags: Sports · Wi-Fi
Oh no you dint! The Heart of Dallas Bowl has placed “The Wi-Fi Guy” in the press box where there is no Wi-Fi. AWK-WARD. So, we are hardwired. Ha! I could barely remember how to get on an ethernet network … I mean it has only been about 10 years since I went totally wireless.
Regardless … we are working it, with the Mean Green of The University of North Texas facing The Running Rebels of UNLV.
Anywho … we are up and blogging. The teams were warming up as we started this post. Right after kickoff, we’ll head to the sidelines searching for any and all photo opps …
Meanwhile … test, test … are our tweets working? If you are on twitter and wish to follow the game, this bowl game, unlike a few others I have seen, did their due diligence and put out a functional hashtag … follow #HODBowl. And of course you can always follow @PingWiFi in a pinch.
Our thoughts from the twitter feed?:
- #HODBowl Trivia: Only quarterback in this bowl history to score a TD as a receiver? #WreckEM QB Catches
- Disagree wholeheartedly with #TheTicket love for Mack Brown this morning … Hit The Road Mack
- No surprise this one … most TD passes (thrown) at the #HODBowl? Taylor Potts, Texas Tech – 4, 2011 … went 43 of 56, btw. #ESPN #WreckEm
- That’s awkward. My seat in the press box at The Cotton Bowl doesn’t have Wi-Fi. Stealing it from another floor but SO-O-O-O slow. #HODBowl
- Trivia … Who played in #HODBowl last year? HINT: 1 coach “is a man” & the losing team let me bang big bass drum. OSU Do, But PurDon’t
- #HODBowl … “the horses are on the track.” Ha … Name that band?????
- As I drove up 2 hours early, it looked like the Mean Green were here primarily to play corn hole (bag toss) … looking forward to #HODBowl
- Worth repeating – Case Keenum finished college career at #HODBowl … ha … with a measly 532 yards in the air! #Texans #Houston
- This bowl is higher on evolutionary ladder … already has hashtag up and running … woohoo! #HODBowl
- Note to self: UNLV Rebels have a nice red cannon on field. Shoot photos slightly to one side. #HODBowl
- Every new year should start with barbecue at 10:30 in a press box … somewhere! Wish it were THE Stubbs BBQ from Lubbock. #HODBowl #travel
- The guy in charge of operations of #HODBowl is from my church. Praying I get a sweet, sweet bowl jacket.
So … we had kick off … Mean Green marched the length of the field … but couldn’t score. #TWSS UNLV could …
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December 31st, 2013 · Tags: Sports · Wi-Fi
For the PingWi-Fi team, The Bell Helicopter Armed Forces Bowl has always been a show of firepower, no military pun intended. Our first BHAFB featured progressive coach Kevin Sumlin, his quarterbacks whisperer Kliff Kingsbury and a young Case Keenum (24 of 41 that day … and a quick kick, we might add). That games is well represented in the records for this bowl.
First Bowl Tweeted
The Dec. 30, 2013 edition of the classic turned back the clock, with the running game showcased as The Midshipmen of Navy defeated the Middle Tennessee Blue Raiders, 24-6 in a game where the winning quarterback completed only three passes. Ha! Some teams do that in one trick play. To emphasize the running in this game … the score at the end of three quarters: 10-6.
But … very refreshing to see such a great example of “3-yards-and-a-cloud-of-dust” football … sort of … mixed with the triple-threat option. Navy Quarterback Keenan Reynolds is about as crafty as any you’ll see. Starting most plays crouched so deep under center, you can barely see his head … holding the ball until the last split second on the hand off option to see if the defenders take the running back … pitching at the last moment, or cutting up field, leaving defenders grasping air. The Midshipman put on a clinic, 20 carries and just under 100 yards for the day.
Time out. Let’s talk about middlemen for a second. Everyone knows Navy is The Midshipmen, having watched the Army/Navy game since we were still playing with toy boats in the tub. But which is the correct abrev.? Is it “Mids” or “Middies?” This is important, so important that somewhere in the Armed Forces Bowl media information I read that it IS “Mids” and IS NOT “Middies.” Then, I saw a guy walking into the bowl game, wearing a sweet gray hoodie, and in Middle Tennessee Blue Raider blue, it said “Middies.” (By this point, I was so confused by the ambiguity, but I am relatively sure this has nothing to do with “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” nor “outies” … I digress.)
So, as @PingWiFi fired out tweets during the game … we went with Mids for Navy and Middies for Middle Tennessee. This morning, we read a piece on some dot.com and some tweets calling Navy “ the Middies.”
And I for one don’t underestimate the value of social media for branding and communicating a message. We are quick to point out that PingWi-Fi, at our first Armed Forces Bowl, was the first media entity to tweet an entire bowl game from the press box. Many laughed at us. The Cotton Bowl followed our lead the next day that year. Now … EVERYONE … even ESPN has discovered Twitter.
Strategic messaging note to all bowl games: Establish and publicize an official hashtag so that you can monitor/steer the entire conversation about your game. Do NOT make the hashtag the entire name of your bowl game … there are only 140 characters in a tweet. Who want’s to sacrifice a clever message because your brand/hashtag has hogged all the “real estate” in the tweet? (Against our advice, many tweeted #GildanNewMexicoBowl for the hashtag at our last bowl assignment, while PingWF and many others all discussed the live action using #NMBowl … big difference … lots of messaging/branding and buzz escaped the bowl promoters in querky Albuquerque … even though it was a fantastic event. I digress …
But many bowl game organizers have realized that even though some games still feature the run game, media coverage with social media muscle is a whole new ball game … forever. It is much more common for a new media person to write, photograph and shoot video — one step above citizen journalism. Gone are the days when a sports writer ate hotdogs, watched another game on the TV in the press box, pulled some stats from the print outs to meet deadline … while the photographers were getting run over on the sidelines.
That brings up our last observation of the 2013 BHAFB. In these days of social media and blogging bowl games, more and more journalists jump up stairs/down stairs between press box and sideline. For the latter, if you are out to photograph some passing by The Midshipmen of Navy, well, you better have the camera ready. You won’t get many chances …
While dominating the game on the ground, Navy QB Reynolds only completed 3 of 7 attempts for 19 yards … the longest, a 10-yard completion … not exactly a ship-to-shore missile. More importantly, the feet. Reynolds scored his 31st touchdown of the season, joining an elite club that features OSU Heisman winner Barry Sanders (and also Kapri Bibbs featured in our last bowl blog).
Reynold’s counterpart, Logan Kilgore of the Blue Raiders had a long day – 14 of 22 for 152 yards. Hats off to Kilgore … he kept plugging along. Before the visit to Fort Worth, the Blue Raiders were averaging 43 points a game and enjoyed a five-game winning streak.
Both squads played physical defense, with defenders ejected from the contest over debatable infractions. Navy’s Wave Ryder (what a great name for a Navy man) left the building early in the contest after a hard shot across the bow in the general vicinity of a somewhat defenseless receiver’s head. Debatable. Middle Tennessee’s line back Rod Blunt was ejected later, after two conduct issues.
Great game … Last note … great facility. TCU’s Amon G. Carter Stadium, with its expanded seating, new Jumbotron mega-screen, and greatly enhanced press box are dressed to impress. What a great venue … and yes, we enjoyed Wi-Fi in the press box, and down in the photographers’ work area, just off the sidelines.
Great game, lots of hard hits, finesse, execution and cunning … with a little chirpyness mixed in. A near perfect experience. But we prefer the skill positions and modern warfare (air raids) … so we deducted one … the game missed the point after … 6 pings on the scale of 7.
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December 30th, 2013 · Tags: Sports
10-6, Navy, at the half from Fort Worth in the Bell Helicopter Armed Forces Bowl.
December 29th, 2013 · Tags: Uncategorized
On the eve of Mack Brown’s parting ways with The University of Texas Longhorns — at least in the role of football czar for the burnt orange horde, I am compelled to say a little something.
First … the odds makers think The Oregon Ducks will turn Brown’s Horns upside down to frowns. Either way, how fitting that Mack’s final stand is The (Valero) Alamo Bowl.
So, despite those prophecies, for the record, I suspect Mack Brown will go out smiling, with a Texas win, at which point many probably expect the coach to ascend on up to heaven and sitteth at the right guard of the Lord of all Longhorns.
Do I respect Mack Brown? You bet! You have to. You don’t get one the best jobs in football by slacking. (For the record, I respect his offensive coordinator even more — just about as much as anyone in football, for the way Major Applewhite led the Horns at QB, and then stepped aside as the signal caller, when asked to do so. I digress …)
Do I like Mack? Not in the least and here is why.
First, an analogy. Have you ever seen an old grandfather who dotes over his grandkids and will give them anything or do anything for them. It seem’s nice at first, then you notice he will probably knock the other little kids down to grab the candy at the parade for his grandkid. That’s how I see Mack. Great to his own. Not so great toward everyone else.
This impression was formed a few years ago, watching an interview of Mack Brown after a Texas Tech vs. Texas football game in Lubbock. No, not the game in which Graham Harrell threw the unlikely touchdown pass to Michael Crabtree for a come-from-behind-win over the Longhorns … the ranked #1 Horns. Not that game — which any college football fan can see in their mind, complete with the Tech/Mike Leach fans pouring on to the field with a few ticks left on the clock. Not that game.
Two years earlier, Oct. 28, 2006, when the Horns and Red Raiders met in Lubbock, Mack’s guys won. But, they held on by the skin of their teeth as Leach’s air raid pecked away at the lead, late in the game. It was a great game. A superb performance by both teams. The game was close: 35-31, with the #5 Longhorns barely getting out of Lubbock alive … despite an officiating crew from Austin, I might add.
After the game, in a TV interview, Mack would not give the Red Raiders credit. (I wish I still had the recording …) He said something seemingly, half-heartedly complimentary — the equivalent of patting Tech on the head after they nearly upset the much more powerful Longhorns. Then Mack went on to say that his team just played awful and that was what kept Tech in the game. It was a subtle enough insult that many of Mack worshippers or observers didn’t see through it. Mack could not or would not give Tech its due. No matter what team I follow, I find that reprehensible. And he certainly wasn’t about to admit that he had been out coached by Mike Leach … Leach the kind of genius who baffles sports writers and his scrappy team of recruits-no-one-else-wanted had given the Horns all they wanted … the Horns who had bluechip recruits stacked two or three deep at every position.
Mack couldn’t do it and I will never forget that. Ha, to quote the immortal words of Woodrow in Lonesome Dove, “I hate rude behavior …” especially when it is on national TV, one professional to another.
Maybe it’s just my cross to bear, but in so many ways, the power, the dominance, the advantages afforded to UT go against everything I was ever taught in sports and perhaps in life. And Mack is the embodiment. First the obvious example above, to slap another team in the face — figuratively — after a game is the lowest level on the unwritten code of sportsmanship.
Second, I come from a culture of “have-nots” … even before college. My tiny high school — also Longhorns, by the way — barely had enough kids enrolled to qualify for our classification in Texas high school sports. The teams we played against had more of everything — bodies, natural talent, facial hair, speed, size, moxy … you name it. But somehow we were competitive. We were known for “heart” … for “fight” … for doing more with less and yes, sportsmanship.
As I like to tell my nephew (who bleeds that ugly shade of orange, by the way), my sports upbringing was kind of like “Rudy” … the little guy, the underdog, and like my college, my mindset probably always will be that way.
Texas, my friends, is the anti-Rudy.
I have friends who played at my tiny school who now, somehow, go gaga over the Horns … I just can’t understand it, I mean … except for the ones who attended UT. It flies in the face of all that is holy … ha … in my little town. (ok … slight hyperbole …)
Mack Brown and his Texas Longhorns are the antithesis of underdogs … everywhere. As much as The Longhorns have done under Mack Brown, they should have done tenfold with the talent that walks through those burnt orange doors. They say that many of the Texas Longhorns who go on to play in the NFL — which is an impressive number — suffer a sense of let down with they see their professional team’s facilities. Or so I have heard …
Mack won a national championship with a team that was good enough and powerful enough to have won the championship with a drum major calling the plays … Ha … like Barry Switzer winning a world championship with Troy, Emmitt and Michael. Switzer was a great football coach in spite of his penchant for handguns on airplanes (I digress …), granted. But, lesser men probably would have done the same.
And no, I am not giving all that national championship credit to Vince Young. Not for a second. Most thought Young walked on water too. IMHO VY was the most overrated player on the team. VY could gain 30 yards on a run, with 30 yards of green pasture in front of him … and the game announcers would say he levitated for 25 of those yards. Hell … you or I could have made 30 yards with 30 yards of running room! Yes Vince was good … and very much a man among boys in college – strength wise and and his degree of physical maturity … and he performed. But it was the cast of players around him that made him look better. Am I full of it? Perhaps … but Vince’s issues at the next level seem to support my thoughts. The point .. again … Texas has the best talent in the country and should capture title after title after title. And yet …
One more point … and I have no way of knowing if this was a Mack Brown team trait … a Will Muschamp (former defensive coordinator) thing … or where it came from, but I have never seen anyone do it like The Texas Longhorns of the Brown era. I call it “dirty pool” … but frankly, I don’t know if the rules actually allow it or not. Regardless, it ranks right up there with bounty bowls for sportsmanship … In the last decade or so, I’ve noticed that when defenders from an opposing team tackle a Texas Longhorn running back, the Texas offensive linemen will take “pot shots” — helmets to the ribs of the would-be tacklers. This especially upsets me, being a Red Raider fan, knowing our tacklers: 1) are outweighed even by the running backs, typically by 40 pounds, 2) Probably are not even the same species genetically as the UT offensive linemen and 3) Are guys whom no one else recruited, and have even lesser-recruited players waiting to take the place of the guy with broken ribs. Watch for this. Maybe other’s do it … But you can see play after play in Austin.
Correct me if I am wrong during the remainder of bowl season … IF every other offensive line takes cheap shots at the ribs of tacklers … well, then I take that one back.
Most unpopular of all my opinions … there is the Mack Brown “Good Ol’ Boy Gets The Favorable Calls From The Big 12 Officiating Crew” syndrome. If you like Texas, you may have missed this. Everyone else on the planet knows exactly what I am talking about. Is it Mack’s good natured charm and a case of the refs unconsciously making mistakes to benefit the Horns? Does Mack let the refs fudge on their scorecards when they play 18 over at The Club? Is it as simple as admitting that The Big 12 is big business, nothing more and nothing less these days, and in the vernacular of the mob … “Texas is the top earner”?
Yes … I know … every fans says #TRRU — “the refs robbed us.” Hey … I have probably been guilty too, although I am actually quite objective … Anywho … go watch the video of that famous UT vs Tech game in 2008 — the one in which Graham Harrell and Michael Crabtree did the unthinkable … upsetting the #1 team in the country. Texas was seemingly out of the game, even before that. But “miraculously” on a punt returned by Texas’ NFL-bound Jordan Shipley two — not one, but two — referees threw flags on the return for illegal blocks by the Horns. Here’s the miracle part. Someone on the officiating team made the decision to pick up the flags and let the return stand, putting Texas back in the game. It was one of the weirdest things I had ever seen. I remember seeing the replay several times, as if everyone knew it was not right. So, the Harrell/Crabtree thing that followed … pure karma.
But, that is not exactly an objective example, coming from a Tech fan. Try this one on. In a 2005 game featuring The Oklahoma Sooners vs. Texas Tech, the NFL-bound Danny Amendola was awarded a first down even though he fell about two feet short of the first down marker after he caught a pass. Again, that replay was shown again and again, and the TV announcers scratched their heads until they drew blood. (Ha … the play is still on YouTube, thanks to the upset Sooners … and rightly so.) “What’s that got to do with Texas?,” you might ask. Well … The call that helped Tech win the game mattered little to Tech in the long run, other than “Rudy’s pride.” Tech beat OU, but Tech was a mere spoiler. Who benefited by the horrendous call? Texas Tech … not really. It benefitted UT my friends, putting Texas out of OU’s reach that year. Ok, Ok … hashtag #conspiracytheorist …. whatever:) Maybe the obviously poor call was a result of an aneurism or something like that among the officials.
Lastly, a bit of irony. I have so many mixed emotions about Longhorn Mack riding off into the sunset. Maybe, the same things I don’t like about him are the product of the environment in Austin … stuff he has to deal with on a daily basis … the evil orange powers that have run their coach out of the game. Also, if in fact Mack has lost his edge, the other Big 12 school fans and I should be begging for Mack to stay. For some reason, we are not. But like I say, a jellyfish or any other invertebrate should be able to go .700 at Texas, at least. It doesn’t matter. The horns will be contenders … That’s a given. And most of the time, they will rub Rudy’s nose in the dirt. Me … I just can’t get behind that.
Bottom line … all this is to say, Mack must be great, or I wouldn’t even care. So long, coach. Godspeed.
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December 25th, 2013 · Tags: Arts