Whitt's End: 1.8.10
Whether you're at the end of your rope or merely the end of your week, welcome to Whitt's End:
*Texas Stadium's last breath will be taken as nothing more than some tween's mac-'n-cheese, push-'n-pulverize, real-life video game? As a whole, we suck.
*Alabama > Texas. Toldja.
*I will never watch Colt McCoy's "I Am Second" commercial the same way again. From now on it will be accented with a smartass smirk, if not an audible giggle.
*Okay, I'm a 40-something dork totally out of touch with fashion, music and coolness. But I went to lunch the other day with a friend and his college-aged son and - holy guacamole - he was wearing a kilt. Not a hey-it's-Halloween-let's-dress-up kilt. A proper, daily-wear skirt. As if that wasn't enough to freak me right into a shot of Geritol, he wore his keys - around his neck. That's right, his neck. It was a long, shoelacey necklace, but dangling from it were his keys. Who does this? "Everybody," said the kid, smugly shrugging. "What do you know?" Apparently, not a damn thing.
*I don't hate a lot of things, but ... well, take that back, I do hate a lot of things. Including winter.
*I know it's national, big-picture stuff but you heard it here sorta first. Conan O'Brien will be fired, to be replaced by - ta-da! - Jay Leno. Promise.
*Saw two movies over the holidays. The Blind Side is fantastic, three thumbs up. True story, Sandra Bullock is believable and the football scenes aren't ridiculously awful. Youth in Revolt? Eh. I mean, it's clever and well-written and me and Gary Cogill guffawed out loud at the mushroom scenes. But in parts it just sorta jerkjumps to claymation arts-'n-crafts crapola. Some might find it creative, but to me it smacks of writers who ran out of ways to smoothly and seamlessly connect scenes.
*I don't remember if it was John Wooden or Shakespeare or some hot chick who smelled like licorice, but someone once told me that "You can fake enthusiasm, but you can't fake passion." Love it. Stealing it. Someone also once told me that stealing wasn't nice, but I just ignored 'em.
*I need help. It's 2010. Do you say "two thousand ten", "ten", "oh ten", "twenty ten" or what? Cumbersome, no?
*So I turn the other way for an hour or so the other day and a Sportatorium fight breaks out bewteen Scott and like a million fake Scotts. Funny. Reminded me of that scene in The Matrix where Neo is fighting a hundred Agent Smiths.
*Rain, shine or temperatures in the teens, I'll be out at Cowboys Stadium - outside, West Plaza, mind you - for the Cowboys-Eagles pre-game show on 105.3 The Fan with Jagger and Larry Brown. Don't be a stranger. And don't forget to bring me a cup of hot chocolatta.
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