Tom Hicks had such a good thing going in Liverpool, where he owns the football club gearing up for tomorrow night’s UEFA Champions League final against AC Milan. Then he had to go and open his mouth: In today’s Guardian, the top U.K. read, the owner of the Texas Rangers…
Over the weekend I slipped outta town; took in some toe-tappin’ music at Texas’ oldest dance hall and screamed like a girl o’er the rapids of Texas’ shortest and coldest (70 degrees my ass) river. (FYI, if you’re headed to New Braunfels for Memorial Day, the river is running at…
Tomorrow, NFL team owners will award the 2011 Super Bowl, but to whom? The Dallas Cowboys? Maybe. Jerry Jones certainly thinks his ‘Boys deserve it; he ain’t spending a billion on 100,000 seats in Arlington for just to be closer to the Judge Roy Scream. The Arizona Cardinals? No way…
You think you’re in a sports drought? Try being Dale Hansen. All it takes is alcohol. What you’ve felt and what KTCK-AM’s (1310, The Ticket) Mike Rhyner sensed, Dale Hansen confirmed last night. It’s official: Local sports are in an extreme state of suck. You knew it would be lean…
We just traded our Quincy Carter rookie card for a package of Ding-Dongs. Had the munchies. A month ago, Richie wrote a column for the paper version of Unfair Park about the, ahem, comeback of former Dallas Cowboys quarterback Quincy Carter, currently pitching for the Bossier-Shreveport BattleWings in the Arena2…
We’ll just admit it: We’ve always had kind of a man crush on Eric Nadel. Can’t explain it. And won’t. Happens one night, I figure it’s an aberration. But twice in two nights isn’t just a trend, it’s a characteristic. Book it: Texas Rangers radio broadcasters Eric Nadel and Victor…
Knock on 3-wood, I’m not going to finish this column. Because at this very second I’m closer to $1 million than ever before. Than I ever will be again. All that stands between me quitting my day job and watching eternal Seinfeld reruns is 166 yards of manicured grass. Well,…
Because Richie won’t say it, we will: Tom Hicks, fire Jon Daniels. Then sell the team to a real owner. Come back, Bobby Valentine, all is forgiven. Tony Romo’s earned a new squeeze (insert joke about the end of his ball-bobbling days). And, in news just as unremarkable, the Rangers…
Dallas Mavericks Tears. Regrets. Sorrow. Ladies and gentlemen, your 2006-’07 National Basketball Association Most Valuable Player: Dirk Nowitzki. “Honestly, this is a tough day for me,” Dirk today, just said minutes after accepting the highest individual honor in professional basketball. “Let’s face it, these are not great circumstances. As time…
We had two choices: run a picture of Wade Phillips or this one of his daughter, Tracy, who you might know from that My Chemical Romance video. Sorry, Wade. And thanks! A Dallas Cowboys head coach did something today that hasn’t happened in five years. Yep, Wade Phillips appeared on…
My dad, and most anyone who loves baseball, figures Barry Bonds’ 756th home-run ball oughta be worth the few buck it runs retail — or slightly less, since it’ll be a used baseball. But the folks across the street from Unfair Park HQ, over at Heritage Auction Galleries, have already…
The first European. The first Dallas Maverick. The first — ahem — in 25 years not to get his team out of the first friggin’ round of the playoffs. As expected, Dirk Nowitzki will be named the NBA’s Most Valuable Player next Tuesday at a press conference at the American…
Looking…looking … searching … probing … A-ha! Found one — that pebble of positivity amidst the rubble that is Dallas sports these days. Granted, it’s a s-t-r-e-t-c-h. But in the carnage left by the Stars, Mavs and Rangers, I give you Michael Johnson. You remember Dallas’ golden boy, right? Born…
I’ve been duped. Pickpocketed. Gutted. Turns out there isn’t a Santa Claus. The CueCat didn’t revolutionize the Internet. I’ve yet to sprout even one hair from my palm. And, worst of all, the Dallas Mavericks haven’t changed their culture. Despite tweaking coaches and role players and logos and arenas and…
Look, I could waste valuable virtual space detailing how one of the poor Rangers’ building blocks — Nelson Cruz — has exactly zero homers in 70 at-bats this season. Or I could bore you with fish tales about Tony Romo playing golf. But, I know, what you really want is…
If Dallas couldn’t beat Golden State, maybe this guy from The Colony can. So, the Mavericks lost to a hot team, right? A Golden State Warriors squad magically turning playoff pressure into playground fun, right? A bunch of loosey goosey athletes primed — no, make that destined — to author…
Cowboys, out in the first round. Stars, out in the first round. Mavs, out in the first round. Rangers, out in the first month. As one of the longest summers in local sports history commences, I can think of nothing more therapeutic than going to the driving range and pounding…
There’s a piece in The New York Times this morning about the National Basketball Association’s download service, from which you can buy individual playoff games for three bucks — or a whole series for $12.99…or the entire playoffs for $79.99. The NBA’s going to start hyping the service today, even…
Stunning. Unfathomable. Disgusting. Embarrassing. Nauseating. Devastating. Empty. Never thought I’d see it happen — especially in the first friggin’ round against the tricked-up Golden State Warriors — but the Dallas Mavericks totally and utterly wilted last night in getting eliminated in Game 6, 111-86. No other way to say it:…
Local sports teams have a particularly lousy history besting Bay Area franchises. Just a friendly reminder. And to think, Tuesday’s pulsating, improbable rally from nine points down in the final three minutes was the easy part. For the Mavericks, the difficulty arrives in about 10 hours in Game 6 against…
Till Tuesday night, it was the question of the Dallas-Golden State series: Where’s Dirk? During the first four games against the Warriors, he shot a lousy 40 percent and looked more French than German as he surrendered the first-round series to Baron Davis. Then, finally, on Tuesday night Dirk showed…
Unlike Alberto Gonzales, I do recall. It’s a shameful recollection about a day I naively assumed a first marriage would last, about a moment I flippantly reduced Byron Nelson to a prop. “OK, OK, I’m gyot one!” I slurred to bleary-eyed buddies as my wedding pre-game deteriorated into an alcohol-aided…
