By Stephen Young
By Stephen Young
By Stephen Young
By Jim Schutze
By Rachel Watts
By Lauren Drewes Daniels
I can't figure out what your deal is. Do you really hate sports? And if you're trying to be funny, brother, you just aren't. Maybe you should watch more episodes of the Simpsons.
Ouch. Forget the first part, because it was largely true--I love my gig, and I work hard to be a real journo who goes to games and practices, unlike most of The Dallas Morning News columnists and the radio hosts at The Ticket, all of whom long ago abandoned the pretense of actually doing their jobs. But try as I might, it's hard for me to mask my hatred for pampered, self-centered athletes, and that distaste has a way of coming through in my writing. So the e-mailer had me there. But the dig about my sense of humor really hurt, especially because I might be the foremost Simpsons authority in the area. All of which reminded me of an episode where Bart tries to do something or other before failing spectacularly. To which Homer offers this advice: "The lesson is, never try."
Yes, now that I think of it, that seems to be a fitting theme, not just for my columns and my career, but specifically for this past year, too. It was an ugly 12 months, and not just on the sports landscape. Martha Stewart went to jail, Bush revamped his cabinet and said goodbye to Colin Powell (but, for some reason, left Rummy in place), and American Idol was inexplicably brought back for another season. Ugly stuff all around. It would have been better if we'd all thrown our hands up, attached a hose to the back of the car and sucked in for a while.
On that note, the following is my annual year-end review. Never try? Indeed.
Big Bust: Trust in Big Bill Parcells. That's what I told people, and that's what I believed, which makes me either a dupe or a dope. Or both. Parcells and his boys followed their unexpected playoff appearance from a year ago with an uninspired regular season in 2004. From Vinny Testaverde to Eddie George to Terence Newman to Roy Williams, no one on the Cowboys had a good season. Only rookie running back Julius Jones, who was injured for most of the year, provided hope. So the Boys went into the tank. Worse yet, Big Bill kept telling everyone that they were taking it one game at a time and that they might even make the playoffs, which provided him with the excuse he needed to keep Vinny in the lineup. To review: the Pokes not only had an awful year, but they also managed not to learn anything about Drew Henson or Tony Romo. That's the kind of ineptitude that even Dave Campo would have been hard-pressed to produce. Well done, Bill Big, well done.
You are so smrt. S-m-r-t: When I first read the unsigned letter that the Dallas Cowboys players wrote disparaging DMN writer Jean-Jacques Taylor, I thought, perhaps, that they'd gotten a child to write it because it was full of misspellings and grammatical errors. (They posted the nearly unintelligible note in the locker room as retaliation for a story that Taylor had written that they perceived to be negative.) Then, when I learned that it really was penned by the players, I thought maybe they'd taken one too many blows to their helmeted heads. But that wasn't it, either, because anyone who has seen the Cowboys play this year knows they haven't done much of anything, let alone take or receive punishing hits. So I was left with the logical conclusion: The players, who criticized Taylor by attacking his weight and calling him gay, are not only infantile and gutless, but they're also surprisingly stupid, which means they deserve our pity. Because when those guys are done being bad at football, they have to do something, and it's not going to be pretty.
Turning him off: Mark Cuban's television show, The Benefactor, was quickly canceled by ABC when the ratings came back dreadfully low. And who saw that coming? At one point, Cuban had a local Mavericks-related show where he did bad standup and bad interviews, but a bad reality show? That's taking it to another level. With all the crap they keep on TV these days, you have to work really hard to get canceled. It's just difficult to understand why watching a bunch of morons play Jenga didn't make the viewing public want to tune in every week. Strange.