Ready or not, March Madness is upon us. Liberty has already made the tournament, with a record 20 losses.
After a week in Surprise with the Rangers, I’m convinced that ownership simply values Jon Daniels and his people more than Nolan Ryan and his people moving forward with the franchise.
Owner Bob Simpson, who teams with Ray Davis as the two major voices of controlling interest, says it would be a tragedy if Ryan departs the franchise. But here’s the genesis of the drama that could land Daniels in power and Ryan in retirement.
Rubbed elbows – literally – with Zac Brown and James Franco and Willie from Duck Dynasty. It was a cool, star-studded event and then … Ray Lewis showed up and pooped all over the party.
Sometimes in life rules trump desires. As in, you’d really like to talk about a certain subject but, alas, the career-threatening consequences prohibit you from uttering even one syllable.
I’ll be honest, it takes a “special” female to make me watch women’s sports. Men generally run faster and jump higher and, I dunno, I’m just not jazzed by watching the jayvee.
No offense, Major League Baseball. Your players certainly have precise, refined skills. But in last night’s 1st half we were treated to more athleticism than baseball will give us over the next seven months.
You can keep blaming Tony Romo and crying that the Cowboys will never win with him as quarterback, and I’ll just keep getting people like Troy Aikman and Warren Moon and Brian Billick and Babe Laufenberg to speak the contrary.
“I think the fans get excited each year because they know that this team is capable of doing something,”’ Aikman said. “I believe most fans recognize (of Romo), ‘Hey, this guy’s really gifted.’
Ballsy – if not real brainy – of the Mavs to commit to not shaving until they reach .500. But at 21-28, I fear Dirk Nowitzki might look more ZZ Top than NBA by April.
Dirk Nowitzki tweeted on Tuesday: “When I’m frustrated Nesta Robert always comes through for me.” Sorry, but even Bob Marley can’t “Yeah mon” the pain from being 20-28 and Lottery-bound.
And on the 8th day after another disappointing .500 season, God looked down through the hole in the roof of his favorite team’s stadium and said “I need a makeover.” So God made a draft.