From an e-mail sent out from the Newberg Report:
The Rangers have announced that they have signed a three-year contract extension with television analyst Tom Grieve, and that Josh Lewin, who has been the club’s television play-by-play man for the last nine seasons, will not return.
Which gives me an excuse to mention that at Saturday’s game, Uncle Nancy and I sat together. Early on, they put up a tribute video of Rangers highlights with Eric Nadel’s radio calls of said highlights. Uncle Nancy is good friends with Eric, and we were sitting with Eric’s wife, Jeannie. The tribute to Eric made Nancy cry. (I cry during episodes of Glee, so understand that I’m not casting aspersions. It was pretty cool.)
The Austin American Statesman helpfully produced this map to show TxDot construction about to take place on the state’s only central north-south corrider. For a larger version, go to Ben Wear’s column on the plans here.
What was all that about a tollroad?
I can now tell you more about those orange dots, as one of them popped up in front or our building, making my journalism-style reporting most effortless indeed. I can also tell you the following:
As we were walking back into work, our building’s security guard stopped us to talk about the woman he’d caught on surveillance video besmirching the sidewalk with orange chalk earlier in the day. He had a theory about who it was. Given how brazenly she’d parked in the underground garage and sauntered through the lobby on the way to her vile act, he figured it was none other than Christine Allison, the president of our company. He got the first name right. But the last name was Rogers.
So now I’m in Dutch with the security guy, who went into great detail about how he thought the orange dot and the “noon” next to it meant that either a protest was about to happen or someone was announcing their intentions to blow up the building. As far-fetched as I thought the latter was, all I would say was “I’m so sorry. She also frequently leaves the garage door open at our house.”
My wife and I don’t talk a whole lot about our jobs at home. Mostly, that’s because my wife and I don’t talk a whole lot. Our normal conversations go something like this:
Me: “You close the garage door?”
Her: “No.”
Anyway, she’s in PR and marketing. I’m in “journalism.” So we generally keep it to ourselves. And when I heard her this morning talking on the phone to a cohort about sidewalk chalk, I gathered that it had something to do with her involvement with Idea Week, but I didn’t ask any questions. Then, just a bit ago, I saw several photos like the one you see here on her Twitter feed. Something, apparently, is happening at noon at several orange dots around town.
You now know as much as I do. The garage door is open.
I took my son to the greatness of Top Golf yesterday, and, if you must know, I won a free game on my bonus ball by crushing a driver 250 yards dead center between the poles at the end of the range. Guess what else you must know? North Texas will become the first area in the country with two Top Golf ranges. They break ground on the second site, the Village at Allen, on Wednesday, and I’m told it will be even bigger, even golfy-er than the Park Lane location.
Happy Columbus Day unto you. If you work for a bank and have the day off, bully for you. If you don’t, take comfort knowing you’re already two hours closer to the point when you can kick off your heels and let down your hair, if you have any. Life is good, gentle readers.
First off, lunch: State & Allen Lounge is offering pizza at half the regular price today. The wild mushroom with gouda and goat cheese sounds phenomenal to me, but if you have omnivores in your party, make them order the Meaty Meat Pie, because it’s fun to say aloud (whisper it in your cubicle now if you don’t believe me).
As mentioned here recently, Idea Week starts today. Maybe you’re not sold on the notion. Maybe you’re wondering what exactly a week’s worth of thought-sharing can possibly accomplish. Tonight’s speed networking/meet-and-greet event could very well make you a believer. Optimism and enthusiasm are contagious, particularly when beer and tasty vittles from Smoke join the party. Only 10 tickets remain, so you’d best get a move on if you’re interested in attending.
We’ve found many other things to do in Dallas tonight (including a cheap Mavericks game and a Lissie concert). Browse to your heart’s content, and have a great night.
I lived in New York in the late 80s and early 90s when everybody had given up on it. The city was as exciting and fun as ever, but it was also dirty, drug-plagued, crime-ridden, and insolvent. Nobody thought it could be fixed. It was just the way New York was. Then came two mayors, Giuliani and Bloomberg. Guiliani restored order. The crime rate collapsed, and small businesses began to prosper. Bloomberg built on that, concentrating on quality-of-life improvements that were unimaginable only a decade ago.
As a car-oriented city with spacious suburbs and leafy inner-city neighborhoods, any comparison to New York might seem silly. But Dallas can still learn two important lessons from New York’s experience. Lesson #1: Anything can be fixed. Lesson #2: City government can and must lead in improving quality of life, mostly in getting rid of old ideas, traffic patterns, and ordinances that impede its natural development. (H/t Urbanophile)
We did it! We made it through a week of tears and cheers and jeers (really, less “jeers” than threats, but we like the rhymes). And now it’s time to say goodbye to some folks as we move on to Round 2. Tanner P., we hardly knew ye–but I guess you never really had a chance against Melissa. And it was a close race between Tiffany Derry and Lisa Garza, but Tiffany ultimately took the win with 51 percent of the votes between the two. Go here to see how your favorites fared, and then get to voting.
Somewhat related: We’ve heard Vienna was at Cattle Baron’s Ball this weekend. No word on Jake, however. If he was out trying to garner votes, it didn’t work. He lost to Misty Rake. Soundly.
Regardless of what happens tomorrow night in St. Petersburg, this has been the greatest season in Rangers history. (Have they ever won two playoff games before? Case closed.) Watching a frenzied, filled-to-capacity Ballpark over the weekend got me thinking about a few of my favorite memories from a lifetime of following this mostly hapless franchise:
— As a teen, I often decided to take my brothers to a game 30 minutes before the first pitch. We knew we’d have no trouble finding tickets.
— We celebrated one brother’s birthday at a Rangers game every year from when he was in the sixth grade to when he was a college freshman. Our parents might have done the same for all three brothers, if the youngest and I had not both been born in December.
— I was once at a game so sparsely attended that a buddy of mine spotted me in the Arlington Stadium bleachers from three sections away and called out my name, and I had no trouble hearing him.
— Throughout the ’80s, every Rangers victory at Arlington Stadium was punctuated by Kool and the Gang’s “Celebration” playing over the P.A. system. I still can’t hear this song without being bombarded by visions of Pete Incaviglia and Steve Buechele.
— When I was undergoing chemo in ’96, I got a copy of Seasons in Hell, Mike Shropshire’s memoir about covering the Rangers in the early ’70s. The book is so funny that I had to put it down every few pages to laugh. At the time, those were laughs I sorely needed.
Do you have similar Rangers memories to share? I’d love to hear them. We need to build up as many positive vibes as we can before tomorrow night.
1. Tim will be pleased with this one: public backlash against red-light cameras is prompting referendums on the automated ticket-givers across Texas, offering voters an avenue for voting them out of existence. College Station has already passed such a ban, and Houston and Baytown have propositions on the ballot this November.
“If the cameras fall here, it can be a domino effect,” [Paul] Kubosh [one of Houston’s anti-red light camera activists] said. “It wouldn’t surprise me if somebody up in Dallas just got fed up. That’s all it would take.”
2. It seems Larry Hagman didn’t just play a cut-throat millionaire on TV, he’s pretty savvy in real life, having scored himself the largest punitive damages award given to an individual this year, reports Gretchen Morgenson in the NY Times. The Dallas star accused Citigroup and its brokerage unit, Smith Barney, of “fraud, breach of fiduciary duty and failure to supervise the broker overseeing the Hagman’s funds. The panel ordered Citigroup to pay $10 million to charities chosen by Mr. Hagman.”
3. Sorry to mention this. But if you need a pick me up, head to Frisco.