Magic, Illusions and the Dark Side

Top Golf = Good. Top Magic = Even Better.

By Richie Whitt
Jul 25, 2011

You like golf. But not for five hours in 100-degree heat while paying $50. Oh yeah, and you like Skeeball. And bowling, right? Then I've got your solution. TopGolf, which now has two locations, one in Dallas and the newest one in Allen. I beat the heat Saturday afternoon at TopGolf in...
Cirque Du Soleil OVO: My Top 10 Observer-ations

By Richie Whitt
Feb 17, 2011

10. Just seeing the intricate structure -- erected in the Dr Pepper Ballpark's parking lot in Frisco -- is impressive. Calling it "The Grand Chapiteau" might be a little hoity-toity, but it's neato nonetheless. 9. Let's get this out of the way up front because I know it's a prerequisite to...
The Spookiest Joint in San Antonio

By Richie Whitt
Aug 4, 2010

[jump] If I didn't know better I'd have thought the guy at the bar last night was a paid actor, charged with lathering guests with history and stirring up the spooks. It took him two seconds to buy me a drink. He was a burly Joe Pesci, dressed in a white suit...
The Man Who Can Read Your Mind

By Richie Whitt
Jun 18, 2009

Call him the Dallas Wowboy. In my years as a sportswriter I've come to appreciate lots of athletes. For the most part, I could comprehend and sorta explain their greatness. Troy Aikman's mechanically flawless accuracy. Jason Kidd's uncanny peripheral vision. Josh Hamilton's forearm-powered bat speed. But for David Magee, I...
Okay, What the Hell Was That? Part II

By Richie Whitt
Mar 16, 2009

This one - for damn sure - can't be explained away by sonic boom. A slamming door and vibrating wall that wakes me from a sleep? Maybe. But a noticable, audible swaying of a kitchen pot rack when I'm awake and alert? I dunno. You tell me. Perhaps Craig T. Nelson...
Okay, What the Hell Was That?!

By Richie Whitt
Mar 2, 2009

If we lived in California there'd be an easy explanation: Earthquake. But we live in McKinney, so there's no logical reason why our house mysteriously shook this morning at 6 a.m. I was yanked from my sleep by what sounded like the loud, violent slamming of a door, followed by the rattling of...
The Blaine of My Existence

By Richie Whitt
Sep 25, 2008

I was a wide-eyed beat writer at Valley Ranch in the early ‘90s when a street magician came a calling, wanting to film some stuff with Dallas Cowboys’ players for an upcoming TV special. And ever since I’ve had a love/hate curiosity in David Blaine. (Come for Emmitt Smith's MC...