In our March issue, which is on newsstands tomorrow, you’ll see a section called Excellence in Nursing Awards. We asked hospitals, patients, and nurses to fill out a really lengthy nomination form for nurses they thought deserved some recognition. We got 349 nominations. From those nominations, we had a panel narrow the list down to 86 finalists and 21 winners. Last night, we had a dinner at the Westin Galleria to recognize all the wonderful work nurses do and to announce the winners.
Prologue: “Man, you guys suck. The news about the Greenville parade broke, like, an hour and a half ago. Jeeze. And you’re just now putting it up? And you’re just linking to the Observer?! Epic fail!” Yeah, can you tell we are approaching our production period for the April issue? Can you tell we are running behind?
In case you hadn’t heard, Mark Cuban saved the parade. It doesn’t matter what he does from this point on. If he runs onto the court during a playoff game, wearing a too-tight Ed Hardy shirt, and sucker-punches a ref in the waning moments of the game for making a perceived bad call, that’s fine. I’ll forgive him. Because, in my book, he has earned the right. He is a true American Hero.
Dan McCarney might be my new hero. The 58-year-old UNT football coach had a stroke Sunday and was rushed by helicopter to a hospital, where he remains. An alert FrontBurnervian points us to a Des Moines Register story, which quotes him thusly:
“I’ve got too much Irish in me to stay down very long. … I’ve got a little tingling feeling, but hey, if that’s the worst of it, I’d say I’m a pretty lucky guy. Nothing wrong with me that a little Grey Goose won’t cure.”
Only thing I’d tell McCarney is that he might want to go the Jameson or Bushmills route if he wants to play that Irish card.
You know by now about the messy domestic situation going on between Deion Sanders and his wife, Pilar. The other day, Pilar got into a fight with someone Deion calls Aunt Laura. I don’t think she’s really his aunt. You’ll have to ask someone in the Community about this, but Laura is his “play aunt,” apparently. Anyway, BaD Radio played actual audio of the fight and an interview that Laura did on K104. You must listen.
I’m about two weeks late to this, so I apologize. But Dallas’ own Tech Wildcatters was named on Forbes‘ list of 10 Hottest Startup Incubators. You know Tech Wildcatters and its co-founder Gabriella Draney from this DCEO article. It’s great to see a local tech-based business get some kudos.
Woke up this morning to find my Facebook feed overloaded with this picture by Justin Terveen. I agreed with Patrick when he wrote this column about the Lite-Briting of Dallas. But I don’t mind it so much when the lights are all reflected in a very full Trinity River.
A few evenings ago, after a long day of producing Texas’ best weekly newspapers, I boarded a Red Line train. Sitting directly behind me was an obese blond woman whose phone conversation provided an entertaining ride for her fellow commuters. If you like Jerry Springer, soap operas, and Cops, then you would have wanted to be sitting next to this lady.
First of all, her beau was recently carted off to jail. She told the person on the other end of the phone that her man looked her in the eye as the cops led him out the door and said, “Baby, I left a little money in the dresser for you.” Apparently, this is not the first time my traveling companion’s lover has been behind bars, because she bragged that she has memorized both phone numbers for the Lew Sterrett Justice Center information line.
We told you a couple days ago about the upcoming art exhibition of work by Michelle Rawlings (the daughter of Dallas Mayor Mike Rawlings), which starts Jan. 21 at the Oliver Francis Gallery. In perusing the young artist’s website for material about which I might make snarky remarks, one item initially escaped my attention.
It was on my second time through that I looked more carefully at the image you see at right, labeled simply as “uncle — installation.” The strikingly mustachioed man is the focus of the work, so one can easily be forgiven in not noticing the shirtless fellow to the right on the novelty Playgirl cover. Damned if that didn’t look like Mayor Rawlings himself. And it is.
Michelle confirmed as much, via email. And the story she shared about this wonderfully goofy mock magazine cover was surprisingly heartfelt:
As Zac mentioned earlier, our friend Bill Holston has himself a new gig. Owing to that change, this will be his last “Law Man Walking” for a while or possibly ever (though you might keep your eyes on the magazine in the coming months). In this installment, he explains why Bart Simpson Lake is called Bart Simpson Lake, and he reflects on leaving behind 30 years of practicing law.
Perhaps you’ve heard of Chris Kyle. The former Navy SEAL and Dallas resident has a book out called American Sniper: The Autobiography of the Most Lethal Sniper in U.S. Military History. The guy has more than 160 confirmed kills, two Silver Stars, and five Bronze Stars With Valor. Texas Monthly did a Q&A with him in its January issue. The Morning News has a Q&A with him in today’s paper. But both articles overlooked one very awesome anecdote. In doing his rounds to drum up sales of the book, Kyle made an appearance on Opie and Anthony yesterday. Opie asked Kyle to tell the story about the time in 2006 that Kyle punched out former SEAL and Minnesota governor Jesse Ventura. Pretty good story, if true.
Specifically, I, Zachary L. Crain, jack of all trades, master of most, beat the Observer’s editor Joe Tone to take home our little media league fantasy football crown. I AM A CHAMPION.

1. This is pretty easy to do when your team has Drew Brees, Calvin Johnson, and Arian Foster. 2. I literally only watched one quarter of football this season. 3. FINGERGUNZ.
Unless you work at a place like D Magazine, the following link will take you to images that are NSFW. But I feel it is our duty here on FrontBurner to show you naked pictures of Yu Darvish. If the Rangers are going to pay that much money for him, and if other media outlets are going to mention the pictures without telling you how to find them, then we’ll come to the rescue. Nante subarashii no.
An alert FrontBurnervian points us to this essay by Old 97’s frontman Rhett Miller about what it’s like to be a rockstar and a father. Stop what you’re doing and take four minutes to read it. Good stuff. Sample:
Every freaking day they wake up demanding to be fed again. And then, more likely than not, refusing to eat the meal you’ve prepared. Every day. There is no cycle, much less a break from the cycle. There is only the grind. I feel like I’m tour managing an endless tour with a band comprised of subliterate narcissists.