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We will have to ask his wife to confirm this, but Ben Fountain must now be insufferable. The onslaught of fawning press has now spread way beyond Dallas. A law-practicing FrontBurnervian points us to the current issue of Entertainment Weekly, whose back page, just off Amy Poehler’s left elbow, calls Fountain’s Billy Lynn’s Long Halftime Walk: “the best book about the Iraq war and Destiny’s Child that you’ll ever read.”
No one has ever been surer of Jerry Stackhouse’s abilities than Jerry Stackhouse. He’s had to be; great as he
has been at scoring points, he has never been anyone’s favorite player, with the obvious and unsurprising exception of himself. He’s never had the game or the personality for that sort of stardom; for all his point-scoring, Stackhouse has mostly been overshadowed, and generally rightly.
Stackhouse has now played for more than a quarter (8) of all NBA teams, in case, yes, you were wondering what he was up to.
- Jack Kemp addressed the 1984 Republican National Convention in…Dallas, Texas.
- Texas Senator Phil Gramm ran against Bob Dole for the 1996 Republican nomination.
Now that THAT’S out of the way, enjoy this website that still exists and includes such hits as:
- “Right now, we feature a variety of downloadable wallpaper images. Decorate your desktop withÂ Dole for PresidentÂ graphics!”
- The “updates” section of the website includes the line “Check out the past e-mail updates sent to Dole Online supporters,” but features a picture of a fax machine.
- “Following Bob Dole’s mention of his campaign Web site address in his closing remarks last night in Hartford, the site has been deluged by a flood of first-time visitors. In a single four-hour period today, the Dole-Kemp ’96 Web site received more than 762,000 “hits” — the Web standard for measuring traffic on a site.”
Good read here from SB Nation’s Spencer Hall on Lance Armstrong, today dropped by Nike and out as chairman of Livestrong. A taste:
The effects of Armstrong’s masturbatory cult-building have been positive, but positive outcomes as the result of something negative aren’t justification for post-facto rearrangement of the moral furniture. He lied, and did so aggressively and often maliciously against those who dared to point it out publicly. His lies profited him immensely over the years, something that in legal terms is usually filed under the overused but appropriate term “fraud.”
Last week Josh Radnor’s second movie, Liberal Arts, opened in theaters. Dallas-native and former FrontRow intern Will Arbery (yes, those Arberys) worked on the film as a body double for Zac Efron and in extras casting. Over on FrontRow, he shares his insight into the starry-eyed world that exists on a film set’s periphery:
There was the old man who showed up because, years ago, he promised his mom that one day he’d be in a movie. There was the woman who started crying when she found out that I was a writer, and told me that she wanted to be a writer once and had a poem in the Library of Congress.Â There was the adult man whose mother lingered near him the entire time. She was a tall silent woman in a striking green Native American dress. People would talk to me like I wasÂ someone, and being no one, I made sure to talk to them likeÂ they were someone. They were. I was their experience, and they were mine. Later, I discovered that the Brooklyn bar scene was cut.
Go read the whole thing.
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.
And a Twitter fight, no less, which is like when people had fights with graffiti in bathroom stalls in days of yore, in case you are not on the Twitters and have never seen a Twitter fight in action.
The Dallas Morning News (because Twitter fights are awesome and so why wouldn’t Dallas’ paper of record cover them) has the rundown here. But basically, here’s how it went:
Former Bengal/something else/Cowboy Terrell Owens (from his couch, since he’s kind of unemployed at the moment) makes fun of Terence Newman, sort of, for tackling Brandon Marshall and failing to bring him down during last week’s game, likening Newman to a “superman cape” hanging around Marshall’s neck as he ran in the TD. But he totally added “LOL” at the end of that, which should’ve made it cool in the Twitterverse.
Local NBC sports anchor Newy Scruggs then points out that Owens is unemployed, and says that his mocking of Newman was “petty.” Â Then it gets interesting, because OMG – Owens straight up called Scruggs fat. To be accurate, he called him “fat-so.” He then insisted that he wasn’t slamming Scruggs, but instead gave him some weight loss tips, like “u’re FAT & need 2 hit the treadmill ASAP!!”
Scruggs then reiterated that while he might be rubber, TO is glue, and whatever he says, bounces off of him, and sticks to Owens. Or maybe he just said something to the effect of, “I have a job and you do not, kind sir!” And then maybe it went back and forth for a little bit longer, with Scruggs telling Owens to pay his child support and quit claiming poverty.
But Owens got the last word, which was “fatmeat.”
Why isn’t there a market for Twitter war play-by-play?
If you’re not familiar with Big Daddy Drew’s work on the blog Kissing Suzy Kolber, then chances are your heart is cleaner than mine. Big Daddy Drew is filthy and full of profanity and other stuff that isn’t appropriate for polite company. Certainly not appropriate for this blog. What he likes to do is write plays featuring NFL personalities, especially Rex Ryan. Because Rex Ryan has a filthy mouth so it’s fun to imagine stuff he says. Plus he (Ryan) has a foot fetish. That’s fun, too. Okay, anyway — man, I really shouldn’t do this — today’s installment from Big Daddy Drew is all about the Cowboys-Jets matchup and how Cowboys defensive coordinator Rob Ryan is going to use his football powers (and filthy mouth and other body parts) to outsmart his brother Rex. The play features Jason Garrett and Jerry Jones, too. But like I said, it’s filthy-dirty.
Zac dared me to post a link to it. I don’t turn down a dare. But in the name of all that is right and holy, do not click that link! Especially if you’re at work!
In other news, it’s been nice working here. I’ll miss you guys.
Ric Flair isn’t from Dallas, but he plays a big part in our city’s professional wrestling history. In fact, he was involved in one of the most iconic matches, when Kerry Von Erich defeated Flair for the NWA championship at Texas Stadium, following the death of Kerry’s older brother David. (A clip from that match is after the jump, as is a pretty unintentionally hilarious promo for a match at Reunion Arena.) Anyway, most wrestlers don’t grow old and they certainly don’t grow old gracefully. Read Shane Ryan’s recounting of how Flair (or Richard Fliehr, as various court documents know him) slumps along to the finish line, a maybe even sadder, and real-life, version of Randy “The Ram” Robinson.