erod
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The Rangers look like a double-A team. The Mavs are a glorified D-League team with an owner in danger of getting his team taken from him. The Stars are an underachieving lot playing to empty home games. FC Dallas doesn't register enough yet for their successes to matter.
In the meantime, this duct-tape-and-Elmer's team we call the Dallas Cowboys carries all the hopes of the DFW sports enthusiast. As we stand today, a 7-9 caliber football team ladled in ifs and buts is the closest thing to a "beacon" we can see in these stormy waters.
Two World Series appearances and an NBA title seem like forever ago. Dirk and Beltre are in the twilight. Kidd, Terry, and Tyson are gone, as are Young, Cruz, and Kinsler. Benn is no Modano.
Meanwhile, the worst has happened. The Philadelphia Eagles finally won a Super Bowl. Yuck. The Houston Astros, with Nolan no less, won a World Series. The Rockets look poised to back that Astros championship up with another of their own. At least FC Dallas is ahead of the Dynamo by a few games, I guess.
This is the worst time ever to be a DFW sports fan.
I'm rather enjoying the Mavs implosion because I can't stand Cuban. I love my Rangers, but I'm up to here with "metrics" in baseball and today's overshifts and who-cares strikeout totals. Hockey wouldn't even be on my radar anymore if not for the return of Hitch.
So, our hopes around here lie in Jerry and his P.T. Barnum tent of circus clowns. Can't hide from the spotlight while other teams carry the local torch, not that the Cowboys ever can leave the stage in a football-dominated market.
Professional sports is broken in so many ways, and my interest in it all is waning rapidly. It doesn't help that the local participants are stuck in suck, and none of them seem close to seriously competing again.
The Cowboys offer the only glimmer of hope, and not much of a glimmer at that.
In the meantime, this duct-tape-and-Elmer's team we call the Dallas Cowboys carries all the hopes of the DFW sports enthusiast. As we stand today, a 7-9 caliber football team ladled in ifs and buts is the closest thing to a "beacon" we can see in these stormy waters.
Two World Series appearances and an NBA title seem like forever ago. Dirk and Beltre are in the twilight. Kidd, Terry, and Tyson are gone, as are Young, Cruz, and Kinsler. Benn is no Modano.
Meanwhile, the worst has happened. The Philadelphia Eagles finally won a Super Bowl. Yuck. The Houston Astros, with Nolan no less, won a World Series. The Rockets look poised to back that Astros championship up with another of their own. At least FC Dallas is ahead of the Dynamo by a few games, I guess.
This is the worst time ever to be a DFW sports fan.
I'm rather enjoying the Mavs implosion because I can't stand Cuban. I love my Rangers, but I'm up to here with "metrics" in baseball and today's overshifts and who-cares strikeout totals. Hockey wouldn't even be on my radar anymore if not for the return of Hitch.
So, our hopes around here lie in Jerry and his P.T. Barnum tent of circus clowns. Can't hide from the spotlight while other teams carry the local torch, not that the Cowboys ever can leave the stage in a football-dominated market.
Professional sports is broken in so many ways, and my interest in it all is waning rapidly. It doesn't help that the local participants are stuck in suck, and none of them seem close to seriously competing again.
The Cowboys offer the only glimmer of hope, and not much of a glimmer at that.