An alert FrontBurnervian points to one last outsider’s perspective on the Super Bowl. Only this one’s not really an outsider. She’s from Fort Worth. Sally Jenkins, Uncle Nancy’s buddy and daughter of local legend Dan Jenkins, writes in the Washington Post today that the Super Bowl deeply disturbed her, from the $19 margaritas to the $450,000 spent by the Navy to conduct a flyover on a domed stadium. Further, she says:
[T]his Super Bowl taught me a lesson: Luxury can actually be debasing. The last great building binge in the NFL was from 1995 through 2003, when 21 stadiums were built or refurbished in order to create more luxury boxes, at cost of $6.4 billion. Know how much of that the public paid for? $4.4 billion. Why are we giving 32 rich guys that kind of money, just to prey on us at the box office and concessions? The Dallas deal should be the last of its kind.
(Side note: that Jenkins story ran 1,100 words. It was written in fully formed paragraphs, some of them comprising four and five sentences. By contrast, Kevin Sherrington’s column today runs 690 words, and nearly every paragraph is a single sentence. If the DMN is going to ask people to pay for its content online, it might consider hiring writers and letting them write. Put another way: they should stop treating their readers like children.)
Westlake, which was recently named by Forbes as the most affluent neighborhood in the country, is already home to lots of famous and rich people, including Josh Hamilton, Chuck Greenberg, Mark Teixeira, potential Warren Buffett successor Matthew Rose and at least half a dozen (give or take) assorted Jonai.
Now comes speculation that New Orleans Saints head coach Sean Payton is also purchasing a second home there. This, of course, has fed speculation on that speculation that Payton is purposely moving himself into the orbit of Jerry Jones and a coaching position with the Cowboys, which seems a little premature given newly appointed head cheese Jason Garrett has barely moved his wheely chair into his office. More likely? He just wanted a home that was still a quick and easy plane ride to NOLA.
The Nation Hates Arlington. The Morning News brings us a roundup of reaction from writers across the nation who were in town for the Super Bowl. Thank goodness everyone realizes the game was in Arlington. That’s where Cowboys Stadium was built. So they won’t have any negative feelings toward Dallas.
Michael Vick’s Key to City of Dallas Is a Gift to Columnists. Jacquielynn Floyd knows a good topic when she sees it. Seriously, Dwaine Caraway is the councilman who just keeps on giving.
Michael Young Is Not a Happy Camper. First we were told that the Rangers third-basemen-turned-DH wanted to be traded. Young says not so much. As in: “The suggestion that I’ve simply had a change of heart and asked for a trade is a manipulation of the truth. I want to be traded because I’ve been misled and manipulated, and I’m sick of it.” He’s not offering any specifics, though. (Side note: the new DMN site, oddly, doesn’t have bylines with some of its stories. No idea whom to credit for that scoop.)
DART Explains Its Failings. The president of the agency will today explain why it had such a hard time with the snow and ice last week. Perfect timing. Because we’re getting ready to do it all over again tomorrow.
UPDATE: Check out the plentiful pulchritude on display in our full photo gallery from the Maxim Super Bowl XLV Bash.
In its current issue Maxim, the titillating big gun of U.S. men’s magazines, takes on the Super Bowl with a sports column suggesting ways to make the big game even more super. Among other things, the article humorously lambastes Dallas’ Troy Aikman (“devoid of personality,” it says of Troy) and the Black Eyed Peas (calling its music “overly focus-grouped *hit-hop”). None of that, of course, kept the freewheeling “lad” mag from showing up to celebrate Super Bowl XLV here Saturday with its annual Super Bowl party, turning Fair Park’s Centennial Hall into a “midway” that riffed on the State Fair of Texas.

Ryan Kwanten
Dubbed the Maxim Party Powered by Motorola Xoom, the bash drew 1,500 invite-only guests as well as a clutch of entertainers and athletes. Among them: Ryan Kwanten of True Blood, Entourage’s Kevin Connolly, and pro footballer Chad “Ochocinco” Johnson. The celebs paraded across the red carpet–posing with a dozen Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders and Melanie Iglesias, the magazine’s “Hometown Hotties” winner—before hitting the “midway,” where acts including Wyclef Jean performed. “The Super Bowl is the ultimate guy event, and Maxim is the ultimate guy’s magazine,” said Joe Levy, the magazine’s editor-in-chief. “They go together like burgers and fries, and we’re proud to be the fries in this equation—the side dish that makes the main course shine.”
If you’re not totally Super Bowled out by now, jump for a couple of more juicy details. (more…)
Holly Madison and Bridget Marquardt, of Playboy fame, hosted the Leather & Laces Party for Super Bowl XLV on Saturday at Hotel ZaZa. Among the guests was Hugh Jackman.
There’s plenty to see, if you’re into that sort of thing, in our photo gallery.
A book just landed on my desk that confuses me a bit. It’s called Romancing Mommy: 150 Secrets to a Happy Wife (and a Happy Life). Amazon says the book, written by Joe Gumm, was published in 2005. But the press release that came with the uncorrected proof says it will be published in April of this year. Same publisher, too. That’s the first thing that confuses me. The second thing is the page at the front of the book whereon other folks give praise to its author. There I found the following endorsement from a gentleman named John Gonzales.
“Most men are idiots when it comes to their wives, their families, their kids, or just about anything. Joe Gumm is an exception to that rule. His book is a survival guide for men — a funny, fun, must-read for knuckle-draggers everywhere.”
Gonzales is identified as a Dallas Observer columnist. Here’s the odd thing about that: there used to be a guy named John Gonzalez — with a “z” — who was a columnist at the Observer about, oh, five years ago. But that guy writes for the Philadelphia Inquirer. And he doesn’t know anything about relationships and families and so on. The Gonzalez I know once punched me in the face while another guy had me in a bear hug from behind. This was right before a rec-league basketball game. We were on the same team.
Like I say, all very confusing.
After braving the ice to get the Sports Illustrated/Black Eyed Peas Super Bowl Party on Friday at the Cotton Bowl, I was relieved to see crowds of people showing up. The weather didn’t seem to have any impact on this event.
I saw a handful of celebs walk the red carpet. Among them were Adrien Brody, Hugh Jackman, Aubrey O’Day, Chuck Lidell, and Michael Strahan. Naturally, the hosts, the Black Eyed Peas and David Guetta, spent some time on the carpet as well. David Guetta was friendly but quiet. You could tell he didn’t really love the red carpet portion of the evening. When all the cameras started firing, he jokingly covered his eyes. Fergie, Taboo and apl.de.ap arrived before Will.i.am and were all smiles. Fergie even brought her Dad for the big night! Will.i.am arrived alone a little later in the evening.
Krista was disappointed with Saturday night’s party hosted by Diddy at the Tower Building at Fair Park. But the many famous faces in our just-posted gallery seem to be having a good time.
Question though: If we were British, are Diddy and Adrien Brody (in the picture above) flipping us off?
Michael Douglas was right: Super Bowl XLV was one of the most important events in American history. As evidence, see how it brought together our fractured celebrity culture. For example, Ashton Kutcher sat right behind George W. Bush at the big game. And fans, finally, were treated to a sight of which they’ve only dared dream before: Snoop Dogg and Deion Sanders together at Zouk on Saturday night in downtown Dallas.
Visit our photo gallery of the momentous occasion here.
Everyone’s hackles are up over Mayor Pro Tem Dwaine Caraway’s giving a key to the city to Michael Vick. Now Mayor Tom Leppert wants to put tighter restrictions on how they get handed out. Ahem, well. Yes. Your humble servant tackled this story back in 2004, when Councilman Leo Chaney gave out a key to Spike Lee. As I reported then:
As it turns out, there are two stashes of keys to the city. One is maintained by Dallas Protocol. Most of these keys, via the mayor, find their way into the hands of people with unpronounceable names. But the other stash of keys is maintained by the city manager’s office. These keys are available to any council member who asks for one. That’s how Spike Lee got his. It’s also how the blue men, of the Blue Man Group, got theirs in 2003. And Star Jones, of The View, got hers in 1999. I think we can all agree that if Star Jones has a key, we need to change the locks.
No bad weather to complain about, and no more Super Bowl shenanigans to report. I was at a loss until I remembered that today is the first Monday in February. This is important, because the first Monday of the month means free food.
The Screen Door is offering two complimentary, off-menu small plate courses tonight between 5pm and 8pm. I checked and the restaurant does still have some openings for parties of up to six people. Reservations are required, so you better hop to it. Read Nancy Nichols’ latest review here for an idea of what to order if your complimentary dishes don’t fill you up.
For cultural fare, the Afterimage Gallery (just down the block from Screen Door) is featuring the photographs of Bob Gomel. Gomel worked for Life magazine throughout the 1960s. Among other notable people and locations, there’s an action shot of Mickey Mantle destroying Babe Ruth’s record that’s pretty darn cool.
If you’re catching a movie tonight at the Magnolia Theatre, don’t forget about the little art gallery tucked upstairs. Local artist Lisa Lindholm is showing (un)natural, a series of works dealing with a relationship between the real and the imagined. This relationship might sound familiar if you know anyone who purchased these Super Bowl seats.
All right. I’m sorry. I’m done with football stuff, for real this time. If you find that your fancy hasn’t been tickled by any or all of the above, you can always find more here.
Chuck Cox, sports editor for People Newspapers, attended Super Bowl XLV as a fan. He files this report:
Somehow, I lucked my way into getting a Super Bowl XLV ticket for face value. I actually picked up my admission to football’s holy grail of games on Sunday morning, which made for one long, amazing day I will never forget.
Krista already gave you a full report. Now enhance your self-delusion that you were yourself present at GQ’s Super Bowl XLV party on Friday at Hickory Street Annex, by taking in the sights in our photo gallery.
It’s a cavalcade of stars: Hayden Panettiere, Guy Fieri, at least two of the guys from HBO’s Entourage, the fellow who plays Kevin on The Office, and many more. Including our own Krista Nightengale and her husband, famed Words With Friends player David Higbee.
Another in an occasional series. This time, our perambulating attorney went for a stroll on Friday through the snow.
Walking in the Woods on a Snowy Morning.
By Bill Holston
When I realized it was going to be another snow day, I went up to the place I most frequently hike, the Spring Creek Nature Area in Richardson. It’s a surprisingly historical area.
Campbell, Routh, and Coit. These names are very familiar to anyone driving the streets of Dallas and Richardson. They happen to be the names of some of the very earliest settlers of this area. This land was settled by Jacob Routh in the 1850s. Jacob Routh and his brother Joseph immigrated to this area from Tennessee in 1851. Routh Street in Dallas was named by his son-in-law, the first commercial nursery owner in Dallas. They planted the magnolia trees along Ross. Both Routh brothers fell in love with daughters of fellow traveler Robert Fleming Campbell. They married the young women and both settled the area. I’ve read that the Rouths were a Quaker family that immigrated from England to Pennsylvania with their cousin William Penn. Jacob later became an ordained Baptist pastor. He built a home here as well as a church, which eventually became First Baptist Church of Plano. He also started a school and a store on this land, which was on a stagecoach route.