Endorsement and Encore

This is unlikely to be a controversial opinon.

I really like "Work in Progress" (although don't care for that name).  I was out on a jog this morning  listening to Justin Montemayor and David Mino and I chuckled out loud on more than one occasion, and was pretty attentive all the rest of the time.

Justin proved to be a natural broadcaster from his very earliest stints as a fill-in host and other on-air exposure.  It has taken David a little longer to be comfortable, but he's improved immensely over the past several months. 

There's also the matter of chemistry.  I didn't feel it with Justin and Machine, but he and David work together pretty seamlessly and -- something even harder to achieve -- evenly.  I thought of it as "Justin's show" for a long time, but now the balance is good and the back-and-forth pretty seamless.

Justin has always been funny, very much in the dry, witty mold of Craig "Junior" Miller.  David doesn't have Justin's facility with the language, but he's got a native sense of what's going to play with the Sunday morning crowd.

And here's something else -- it's probably been in there somewhere and I just don't remember, but these guys steer blessedly clear of  "current events."  They'll do the weird news stories for laughs, but we don't get too many snide remarks about politicians of the left or right.

Thanks, gents.

I'd like to hear "Work in Progress" more often.

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And now, to please a couple of Confessors who Cared Enough to Write -- the same red as last post:

Just an Excuse for New Thread and New Redhead

If the apparent continuing decline of Dak Prescott is a material factor in the Cowboys' suckage, can we look back on the promotion of Kellen Moore to quarterbacks coach as the preposterous move it seemed at the time?

Ah, one might say, that's how Jason Garrett began his own dizzying ascent in the coaching ranks after his own undistinguished career as a Slinger of the Big Pigskin.

Yessss  .  .  .  . one might say that.  And what might one's point be?

On the Road Again

Confessors, I know I've been absent a bit, and that is going to continue.  I'm about to hit the road again tomorrow, so to get a fresh thread started I'll throw out two half-assed sportsy opinions, which faithful readers will know are never likely to become fully-assed.

(1)   Jason Garrett's job will be saved through at least the 2019 season by Guillain–Barré syndrome.

(2)   We're burying the lede here on Dez Bryant's failure to find a job to his liking.  Pundit after host after sportswriter has said "There are teams out there that Dez Bryant could help.  Wonder what's going on?"

And while most of them do acknowledge that he's a difficult handle, this aspect of his problem has been downplayed.

Men and women:  He was a real problem.  

We saw it on "Hard Knocks," where he seemed to not be with the program, a headache in team meetings.  

And what about those sideline rants?  It has been pointed out that audio proves that he was being rah-rah, being supportive, not being a bad guy.  

Well lemme axes you a question, as Craig "Junior" Miller would say.  Make it two questions:

(i)  If you were a seasoned pro like many of the Cowboys were in Dez's heyday, would you like a manchild screaming at you like a high school sophomore to get up, get up, get up, come on, we can do it, etc. etc.?

(ii)  And would you like it coming from the guy who sneers at game prep, never ever learned to run a crisp route, didn't even seem to learn plays for the longest time, increasingly dropped balls, whined about not getting enough balls thrown his way, and generally didn't seem to care all that much about winning until the Cowboys were losing on game day?

Nope, I don't think Dez Bryant was a good teammate at all, and I don't believe any Cowboy who says he was.  

And I think the league knows it and can't get very excited about giving much money to a guy who demonstrated during his entire career that he didn't get it -- receiving records notwithstanding.  When the headache overbalances the gift as the years go by, it's hard to find buyers for a hot potato.

Half-baked or half-assed.