A sports weekend like this comes around only, oh, about once a decade. So many options, so little time. And TVs. If I were you, I'd plan my weekend accordingly:
Friday: After you waste time researching if the Texas Rangers' demise is connected in any way to the fact that Gerald Laird, Mark Teixeira, Ian Kinsler, Michael Young and Hank Blalock give them baseball's only all-Caucasian infield, use your brain power for something useful. Remember this name: Matt Faulkner. You won't see the Flower Mound Marcus High School quarterback on any local blue chip recruiting lists yet, but you will. At the top. Faulkner, son of Texas folk singer Tom Faulkner, has thrown for 400 yards in two games already and might again tonight against Carrollton Creek View at Standridge Stadium. Quietly, a star is being born.
Saturday: Thanks to T.O., UT-OU may have never sneaked up on us like this year. That, and the fact that both teams already have one loss. If you're going to the Cotton Bowl at 2:30 p.m. check out the decrepit old stadium's giant new video board, measuring 83 x 57 feet. And for those of you complaining about the game's scenery never changing, take heart. If your team loses, consider going to the American Airlines Center and rooting for the undefeated Stars in their home opener.
Sunday: To get you ready for T.O. returning to Philly, you're gonna need something stronger and more spirited than church. Something like the Dallas Mavericks Fan Jam. The 9th annual free event, at the AAC, starts at noon with autographs from players, followed by a performance by the Mavericks Dancers and climaxed by the team's annual Blue/White Scrimmage from 1-3 p.m. Which bring us, finally, to Cowboys at Eagles. Terrell Owens did or did not destroy Donovan McNabb's team. McNabb did or did not send T.O. a sympathy text last week. One thing's for sure, Eagles fans will be ready for blood--and maybe butter. Philly station WIP is handing out 5,000 bags of popcorn for T.O., who this week tossed kerosene on the blaze with, "When we win, it will be special." Don't forget to slip into your "Fancy Football Person" T-shirt. --Richie Whitt