Whether you're at the end of your rope of merely the end of your week, welcome to Whitt's End:
*Ventured down to the Mavs' draft last night and it was ... sad. Not the selection of Rodrigue Beaubois - though underwhleming - but more the lack of buzz. I remember when a much worse Mavs' organization/team could attract 7,500 to Reunion Arena for a draft party. Last night's official "party" consisted of probably 50 patrons and three ManiAACs at the makeshift Chili's on the corner of t
Maybe we starting celebrating singles?Notable deaths in the last week:
Ed McMahon. Farrah Fawcett. Michael Jackson. Billy Mays.
The Texas Rangers?
After getting 1-hit last night by someone named Chad Gaudin and losing two of three to a San Diego Padres outfit that hadn't won a series since Memorial Day, a Rangers' team that led the American League West by 4 1/2 games on June 13 enters this week's three-game series against Anaheim suddenly trailing the Angels by 1 1/2.
The Ranger
So confirms The Los Angeles Times, and on the same day Farrah Fawcett dies, no less. While we and the rest of the known universe gather our thoughts and Jackson Five greatest-hits collections, here, from the Victory Tour, is Michael in his prime. Locals will recall well the three days during the summer of '84 -- July 13-15 -- when the Jacksons played their greatest hits to a sold-out Texas Stadium. And it was during the second show that Eddie Van Halen joined Michael to "Beat It," the only such
Corpus Christi native Farrah Fawcett, who died today at the age of 62 following a lengthy and very public battle with cancer, will be remembered for many things: Charlie's Angels, her hair, that pin-up poster, The Burning Bed (she could act!), her David Letterman appearance. But locals who actually saw Robert Altman's 2000 filmed-in-Dallas Dr. T and the Women will never forget how she made a splash in the fountain at NorthPark Center. (Update: Yes, sorry. And Logan's Run.)Update at 5:15 p.m.: On
Whether you're at the end of your rope or merely the end of your week, welcome to Whitt's End:
*Any day now expect 103.3 FM ESPN to announce it has signed Michael Irvin and co-host Kevin Kiley to a new contract keeping them in the 11 a.m.-2 p.m. slot. Considering the show's uninspired ratings and the current radio landscape (re: financially barren), I can guarantee Irvin took a significant pay cut on this deal.
*It's Texas. It's summer. Deal with it. The heat, I mean. To halt the bitch
Like it did with you, all these recent deaths - Farrah Fawcett, Michael Jackson, Alexis Arguello, Steve McNair and Best Damn Sports Show - got me to thinking about my own mortality. Today, the day I celebrate turning halfway to 90, I thought I'd dip my toe in the deep, dark water to see what it's going to feel like.
Cue the music.
Richie Young Whitt, award-winning writer, very mediocre radio host and all-around sports dork, died today in the middle of a torrid lovemaking session just hours
