Admit it. You would love to drop kick Donald Trump and his ghastly hair right in the nuts.
One is keenly aware of how loyalty is born. You create a sense of worth and never insult their intelligence. NASCAR is a master at this notion.
Sometimes you just have to do the unclouded and logical thing. And when it comes to business and commerce, those two elements are often shunned aside.
I’d always heard that NASCAR was like no other, but I had never attended such. So on the first race day at Texas Motor Speedway on April 6, 1997 I decided to give it a shot.
Don’t fool yourself. This game was not lost on the outstretched digitis secundus manus of Dez Bryant. The fingerprints of this defeat were lifted much earlier.
The news from Jerry’s Kremlin compound is devastating. Tremendous LB Sean Lee is lost for the season with a toe injury. He is arguably the Former Dallas Cowboy’s best defensive player.
In the dictator, TASS-like information dispensing ways of Valley Ranch these days, it is determined that releasing the final score is permissible.
The fall of former DFW denizen Lance Armstrong is mighty and hard. With overwhelming evidence that he did in fact dope while biking, he is now toxic. Gone are the lavish endorsements. Gone is his reputation.
Mike Fisher is multi-talented. Take a look at his recent works.
Noted essayist Samuel Butler wrote, “the best liar is he who makes the smallest amount of lying go the longest way”. And that begs the question: why do we accept lies from people of great importance?
Baltimore’s insane-lunatic/brilliant-dramatist once scribbled: “Quoth the Raven, ‘Nevermore.’
The Arlington nine head into the off-season with many question marks. Who stays? And who goes? The safe bet is Josh Hamilton is long gone. And look for some potentially big trades.