You could argue that during most of these long, hot summer baseball seasons, the Texas Rangers play like stiff-legged, bandaged-head-to-toe, eyeless, earless mummies. You know, with knees and elbows that hardly bend, growling and groaning on the way to first base, trailing muslin streamers and looking for all the world like their centuries-dead counterparts straight out of King Tut's tomb. Speaking of King Tut, wouldn't it be hilarious if the boys of summer dressed up like the boy king, à la Steve Martin's classic Tut take, and bounded onto the field while Martin's silly classic blasted from... More >>>