Am I crazy? No. Did I waste your time? Maybe. Is Lew Patton still irrationally angry about this morning’s Leading Off? No question. How long can I keep up this question thing? Indefinitely. How long will I? Probably almost done. Did I almost PhotoShop this myself? Yes. Will I still do it anyway? Perhaps. Anyway.Â
Heart’s Ann Wilson handling the national anthem duties for the @dallascowboys T’giving Day game.
— Preston Jones (@prestonjones) November 13, 2012
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Or, it soon will be. After I posted about it last week, an anonymous benefactor stepped forward to supply Tim with his reward, should he make it through the month of August wearing a tuxedo all day every day. And Al’s Formal Wear has graciously agreed to provide Tim with the tuxes to help him do so. In fact, he is at one of their stores right now getting fitted. So, everyone who wanted Tim to suffer, you’ve got your wish, starting August 1.
Since Tim was confused yesterday about who Dorrough (or, in his mind, Ft. Dorrough, aka Foot Dorrough, aka Fort Dorrough) is, here is his signature hit, “Ice Cream Paint Job.” For him, for you, for all my homies who couldn’t be here.
It’s terrible. Just terrible.
Rod is a longtime (I mean, longtime) contributor to D Magazine and former senior editor. You don’t need to actually read this press release. I know I didn’t. But in these perilous times, we all have to do our part to keep people employed, and I have now done mine.
I’ll start you off. Not sure where it originated from, other than the center of my heart. More more more in the comments, please.
I’m not sure where this is from. I put it up on our Tumblr a few days ago. I put it up because, of all the people who played for the Mavericks, Nick Van Exel was singular in his ability to not give one fraction of a damn if it was the fourth quarter of the seventh game of a playoff series or 10 minutes into a preseason game. He did what he did. He was absolutely fearless, rushing toward the moment instead of shrinking from it, 6 feet of swagger.
I put it up here because 1) we should all be more like that, whether we play basketball or type blog posts about people who play basketball or whatever. And 2) the Mavericks, specifically, should especially be like that tonight. I mean, I suppose the real reason is that I love Nick Van Exel, but I think I’ve made that pretty clear with all the words I typed before these. In case I didn’t: I love Nick Van Exel.