Mike Rhyner actually drained this 3-pointer. The rest of Team Ticket's night was considerably suckier. One player wore low-top running shoes and - duh - sprained his ankle. A guy in only a diaper was escorted out by security. And, in the end, the teen-aged girls reduced the middle-aged men to a hapless puddle of fart-and-fall-down.
In other words, The Ticket's game against a group of Lake Highlands High School basketball players was everything we expected. In the most signi
Whether you're at the end of your rope or merely the end of your week, welcome to Whitt's End:
*You'll have to savor this offering like a cow with its cud, because this morning I'm headed out to the Byron Nelson to chug margaritas and chase girls in The Pavilion watch golf and conduct research for next week's column in the Observer's print product. Allow me an excused absence?
*First it was Bill Parcells. Now it appears Tony Romo's going to avoid referring to Terrell Owens by name. And
