Sunday, June 30, 2019

Today is the Tenth Anniversary of "My Ticket Confession"


Ah, Confessors.

A couple of years ago it dawned on me how long I've been doing this blog.

I thought to myself at the time -- I'll keep it going through ten years, then I'll decide.

Forgot about it.

Then looked at the calendar a couple of days ago, and there it was.

I wasn't ready to decide, and, truth to tell, I'm not ready now.

I mean, look at the damned thing.  I get something up maybe once a week, usually not even that often.  There's nothing much new to say about a station that doesn't change that much.  Even the JV have been pretty steady for awhile.

No scoops.  No scandals. No Ticket guys back-channeling me with a tidbit from inside.

Hell, I'm not even a Ticket influencer.

My first commenter?  Michael Gruber.

I look at the dashboard.  908 entries.  That's a lot; that's enough.  Several other Ticket blogs have come and gone, lasting at the most a few weeks before vanishing.  Ten years, that's a nice body of work.  And a nice round number.

But there's that nagging line item -- "Drafts (10)."  Items I've started and put aside for another day.  Some of it is stale, but there's material there for more articles.  And I've got a list of other ideas -- again, some out of date, but some could be freshened up for a new entry.

I've been teasing a big STD (Scorching Ticket Disquisition) for awhile.  It would be about BaD Radio, since I've been able to listen to more of it lately, and for some reason Confessors have the idea that I either dislike or have underappreciated it.  I don't think either is true, and I was going to write about it.

Note, however, that I haven't done it.

The Ticket is ten years older, and so am I.  My life has changed a lot -- O, my Confessors, a lot -- since I started this joint.  I still listen to The Ticket every chance I get and it still means so very much to me.   But I'm not sure I have much more to say about it, and my time -- ah, my time.   So much else going on I'd be happy to tell you about, but it would be of no interest to the Confessor.

But it would explain why I'm giving some serious thought to drawing shut the curtains on the confessional.

But not today.

So spare a good thought for My Ticket Confession and your faithful Plainsman, and wish us a happy tenth anniversary.

And -- of course -- Thank You for Shopping at My Ticket Confession.

Yeah, Mr. P, tell me what it's like to hang around for too long.

Wednesday, June 19, 2019

Reagor-Dykes CFO Pleads Guilty to Wire Fraud



https://www.lubbockonline.com/news/20190618/former-rdag-cfo-shane-smith-admits-to-federal-wire-fraud-charge

Interestingly, neither Reagor nor Dykes has been indicted, and there is apparently some reason to believe they did not know about the massive fraud scheme.

However, they both personally guaranteed the dealerships'  indebtedness to Ford Credit Co., and a United States district judge has just ordered ol' Bart to pay up his portion of the $110 million indebtedness.  Dykes settled with Ford for around $58 million.

https://www.kcbd.com/2019/05/24/judge-denies-objection-rules-reagor-must-repay-ford-motor-credit/

He and his wife have also been sued on personal guaranties of around $2.5 million by other creditors of the company.


https://www.kcbd.com/2019/03/23/universal-underwriters-sue-bart-reagor-wife-more-than-million/

Culpable or not, this episode has exposed Bart as something other than the warm-and-fuzzy guy who can magically make "any car U want" appear before you.  If anyone were misled on that score.

https://www.lubbockonline.com/news/20181028/transcript-from-reagor-dykes-auto-group-staff-meeting

And I don't know who he's talking to here, but check this out:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0w65vwwKbk

Maybe Tony Romo can lend him a few bucks.

Friday, June 14, 2019

Back


Man, terrible wifi in Europe, even in places where you would expect it to be good.  I didn't opt for an overseas phone plan during my stay, so wifi was it.

Which basically meant -- no Ticket.

Of course, Mrs. Plainsman would not have tolerated much Ticket listening on this voyage anyway.  The Musers would begin the broadcast day in mid-afternoon, prime depressing-ancient-cathedral and dreary-small-towns viewing time, and heading into the less-flavorful-foods-than-one-might-expect dinner hour.

Doesn't look like much of interest went on during my absence, judging from the comments.

Except, of course, the new Summer Bash song.  Doesn't ring a bell with me -- what is it?

Anything else?

Thanks for not blowing up the site during my absence.

To celebrate, I offer you a notable redhead from the past:

Friday, May 31, 2019

Spelling Bee Woes -- and MTC Note


This morning, the Musers were talking about the ridiculous conclusion to the Scripps National Spelling Bee, where they ran out of words with eight contestants remaining.

I can help them out a bit with their puzzlement over that.

This threatens to reveal my closely-guarded identity -- well, not that closely-guarded, since I introduced myself by name around the Siroises "The Meg" party with my genuwine megalodon tooth and Mike tweeted out my summer-suited image -- but I am a frequent and sought-after pronouncer at various spelling bees in the Collin County school districts and county bees.

The "pronouncer" is the person who  .  .  .  pronounces the words for the kids to spell.  I would prefer "Word King" or "Spellmeister," but no, it's "pronouncer."  I am permitted to, on the speller's request following my initial pronunciation:

     --  repeat it a reasonable number of times.
  
     --  give the language/country of origin.

     --   use it in a sentence.

    --    identify the part of speech (noun, adjective, etc.).

    --    give any alternative pronunciations.

Last year, both the first and second place finishers in the Scripps National Spelling Bee in Washington, D.C., were winners in bees I pronounced.  These are the two charmers (from the 2018 Collin County Spelling Bee, where they placed 1-2; the young lady placed first in a different bee I pronounced):


 There are three factors causing bees to run out of words:

(1)  These bees have increased in popularity and prestige, and parents and ambitious students are taking them more seriously.  So the kids study their not-yet-overfed asses off.  When I began pronouncing bees around 15 years ago, it was the usual mix of kids.  For awhile, the Chinese and other Far East Asian kids were dominant.  Now, as can be perceived from the eight finalists, and to which I can attest from personal experience, it is the distinguished descendants of the Indian Subcontinent who have lapped the field.  (Rishik Gandhasri; Erin Howard; Saketh Sundar; Shruthika Padhy, Sohum Sukhatankar (Texas); Abhijay Kodali (Texas); Christopher Serrao; Rohan Raja (Texas).

No racism here -- they're wonderful kids and the parents have been very gracious to your pronouncer (yeah, there's the occasional asshole mom or dad who see some kind of institutional error in every misspelling their kid issues, and I guarantee you that trait is transracial).  Every time I do one of these bees I think that the world will probably end up in pretty good hands if these are the smarties who are going to run things.

These families, and these kids, take education very, very seriously.

(2)  At least in the lower rounds, at the individual school level, and, I have been told, the district and county levels, the kids are given lists of words that include the words used in the bees.  I don't know what they do at the regional and national level.  I have objected to this, but that's the way they do it. And what it means is that these school/district/county bees go on forEVer.  I've been on my feet for 4.5 hours trying to eliminate 35-40 kids.  This is a ridiculous practice having nothing to do with spelling talent, and should be discontinued.

(3)  Poor planning by the Scripps people and the local bees that use the Scripps lists and rules.  Several years ago I began alerting bee organizers for bees I was pronouncing that they did not have enough words, and I insisted that they have multiple alternate word lists (usually from prior years) ready to go.  We needed them on more than one occasion.  No bee I ever pronounced ever ran out of words, but last year, the North Texas Regional Bee (sponsored by the Morning News) did run out of words.  Fortunately, there were only two kids left to be co-champions.

Anyway, there's more than you want to know about spelling bees.  They're fun, the kids are inspirational, and Your Plainsman developed some notable quizmaster chops to keep kids and parents in line.  But they can be grueling.

Can you use me in a sentence, Pronouncer Man?

NOTE:

Your Plainsman will be out of the country the next two weeks.  I hope to find internet access where I'm going, but in the meantime, please keep things both interesting and civil.  Thanks.

Sunday, May 19, 2019

You Might Find This Interesting


Last week, Gordon did a story in Muse in the News about the eleven new indictments in Dallas and Collin Counties for first-degree murder against Kipkorir "Billy" Chemirmir.  He is accused of either forcing or tricking his way into the homes or apartments of older women, smothering them with a pillow, then stealing their jewelry.

This morning, David and Justin also did a segment on the story.

He was caught when police, who had suspicions about him for reasons I've forgotten, saw him throw something into a dumpster.  They retrieved it.  It was a jewelry box containing the name and address of a woman.  They went to her home and found his first known victim.  His indictment for her murder was the first one, and the only one until last week's indictments in the two counties.



Local and national -- worldwide -- coverage has been intense, perhaps partly in anticipation of what might be coming.  Authorities in Dallas and Collin Counties are examining the records in hundreds of unattended unexpected deaths of elderly women to determine whether they can establish a link to Chemirmir.

It is possible he will turn out to be one of the most monstrous serial killers in U.S. history.

The indictments last week included attempted murder charges in both counties.  Prior to those indictments, two attempted murder charges were filed at the same time the first murder charge was filed.  One survivor was a Plano woman who was left unconscious on her bed.

The other was a Frisco woman who was conscious during the entire attack.  Chemirmir claimed to be a maintenance worker, but when she said she didn't need any and tried to shut the door, he forced his way in.  As one story reported, "The victim told police she was smothered with a pillow and began praying because she thought she was going to die."

That woman is my mother.

*     *     *

Although she did not escape dying by much, she was not seriously injured.   She is a very small woman and far from hearty, but only suffered bruises and scrapes from the attack.  "Only" is the wrong word to use, because her life will never be the same.

But she's a tough bird, for all that.  She has since joked that she is waiting for a call from the perpetually craggy Keith Morrison of "Dateline" requesting an interview.

Which she would grant with alacrity.

You know, it's possible.

Thanks to you all in advance for your concern and good wishes.


Thursday, May 9, 2019

Campound Talk


Sorry, Confessors, I'm buried for the next week.  Give us your observations on this year's Campound.

According to this morning's Musers it got off to a rousing start last night.

Hoping to catch Coast-to-Coast and some of George's overnight trucker show, followed by his sleepless broadcasting on the formal Muser showgram tomorrow morning.

But what I really want are your reports.  And please, let's not turn this into a referendum on Corby's mic-hogging.  He's a mic-hog.  We know that.  Some like his broadcasting, some don't.  I general, I do, while recognizing his excesses.   Others, don't.

Actually .  .  .  go ahead.  If his mic-hogging is a Campound-destroying element for you, tell us why.  If you like Corby, ditto.

Just keep it civil and no intra-Confessor ad hominem remarks, please.




Thursday, April 18, 2019

A Sports-Talk Pioneer Passes from the Scene -- Chet Coppock, RIP


This will not mean much to most of you, unless you're really, really tied in to the history of sports-talk radio in the United States of America.

It has lost a great one.

Without Chet Coppock, there would be no MTC.

I won't say there wouldn't have been a Ticket, or a WFAN in New York, or a Score in Chicago.

Wikipedia:

"In 1984, while working as sports director at WMAQ radio, Coppock approached the station about creating an in-depth, interview-driven radio sports talk show. The move led to the creation of Coppock on Sports, a show in which Coppock spoke with athletes, coaches, GMs and media members in a longer, un-cut magazine format. The show's success spawned numerous imitators."

That's 1984.  Not 25 years ago.  That's 35 years ago.  And yes, numerous imitators popped up.  Was The Ticket one of them?  I can't claim that.  But his show was an evening-radio-ratings-Death-Valley sensation. Someone must have taken notice.

After that, he moved his show to WLUP in Chicago, where I and my band Lower Wacker Overdrive were a fixture doing parodies for the Jonathon Brandmeier show during morning drive.

Chet was a glad-hander, a grab-asser (probably got him dismissed from his 10 PM News sports anchor job on NBC's WMAQ), a name-dropper, a quintessential Chris-Chris.  He had a high-energy delivery, sometimes saying things that would make you shake your head:  About a particular sports accomplishment:  "If that's not a record, it oughtta be."  Have you thought about it?  He was brilliantly and hilariously parodied weekly by Bruce Wolf on the Brandmeier show as "Chet Chit-Chat."  (Elements of Chicago sports guy Chuck Swirsky in that parody as well.)

He was very tall, blond, full of BS, but I tuned in every night to listen to him and Dangerous Dan McNeil (still on Chicago sports radio to date, had a stint at ESPN) run down hot sports opinions, get amazing interviews, plug restaurants where he probably got comped, and generally amuse the population.  Think of a Howard Cosell who would have been accepted at a WASP fraternity.   He was relentlessly outgoing and cheerful.  Never saw the man without a smile on his face.



He would come into the East Bank Club where I was a member (cue Vivaldi), schmoozing with the movers and shakers and chatting up the amazing skirts that would hang out there.

And in those days when I was trying to think of how I could make money without working, I put down on my list:  all sports-talk radio station.  Did I ever do anything about it?  No.

But he kindled my interest in radio (alongside Johnny B).  He never founded an all-sports station, but he was a pioneer.

He was killed as a passenger in an automobile accident a few days ago.  He was 70.

I would hope that Mike R would have heard of him, and might pay tribute.

But if no one at The Ticket has heard of him, or noted his passing, I wanted to make sure that I did so.  If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have discovered an interest in sports-talk radio -- as you may have discerned, my knowledge about actual sports is pretty sketchy -- as the most entertaining thing on the AM and FM dials.

He would say to callers: "Your dime, your dance floor."   Chet Coppock, RIP.


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Monday, April 15, 2019

Top Fake Laughs on The Ticket


[Not the STD.]

This is a bit of a misnomer, because not all of the laughs mentioned here are fake.  In composing this list, I tried to think of what various host's laughs sounded like, and I couldn't come up with some of them.  They may be secret chortlers, larfing under their breaths when bemusement overtakes them.  I ended up with a very short list.  From worst to first, and I will welcome corrections and nominations from the Confessor who may pay better attention than I do:

(4)  Corby Davidsion.  With the departure of T.C. Fleming, he will be at the bottom of any list, no matter how many other hosts or JV are included.  His shrieking, choking, breathless yowl at even the slightest funny leaves listeners bewildered at his comedy standards.

(3) Craig Miller.  This one isn't entirely fair.  Sometimes, Craig is left as the only voice left in the studio to support Gordon's bits where George is also an actor.  I have written in the past at the artfulness of his intelineated laughter to keep the bit going, which is why he is, among other reasons, the Fred Astaire of The Ticket.  Also, Craig tends to be somewhat on the acidic and judgmental side, so it is hard to imagine him laughing voluntarily at lame stuff.  He does it anyway, and he does it quite well, but not as well as:

(2) George Dunham.  His laughter is less prominent than Craig's, but because he's skeptical of much of Gordon's humor to begin with, when it appears it is warmer and more sincere.

(1) Donovan Lewis.  The hand's-down champ.   His guffawing always sounds genuine.  Makes me want to laugh along with him.

Honorable Mention:  Julie Dobbs.

The discerning Confessor will notice an absence of candidates from BaD Radio, except HM for Julie.  No particular reason for that.  In fact, I'm listening to more BaD than I have in many years.  It's just that when I think of their show and try to remember what a Bob/Dan/Jake's giggle sounds like, I draw a blank.

Well  .  .  . no, no, I think I'm wrong about that.  I'm having an aural memory of Dan sometimes cutting loose with what sounds like spontaneous hilarity.   I think I might rank him in pretty close to a tie with George, high on the sincerity scale.

Let's not turn this into a Corby Sux thread, OK?

OMAHGERD!  This site's been around almost ten years?  I can't believe no one ever told me about it!  It's the best and full of merry japes and jests!




Thursday, March 28, 2019

Two Medium Hits and Four Quick Hits


No, this is not the STD.  It's still baking.


(1)

I heard the Jake/Dan/Bob/Julie from a week or so back on Work in Progress last Sunday.

It had an odd quality.  Very disjointed.  No one knew quite what was going on or knew quite what to say, so there was a lot of interrupting.  No one seemed all that angry.  Everyone seemed childish.

It got started in a strange way.  I thought the throw-in of the Country Music Saturday reference (by Bob, I think) in the middle of whatever else Jake was talking about -- it was a Jake segment -- was gratuitous and I didn't get what it had to do with what Jake was saying.  I don't think Jake did either, and that's why he got up on his hind legs, upset that one of the hosts had to reach for a doesn't-follow reference to bust his balls.  It sounded like they were spoiling for some kind of fracas with Jake.

I don't think this is the beginning of the end of anything -- does BaD sound appreciably different since then?  no -- but I do think it pulls back the curtain a bit as to who is getting on whose nerves in this cast.  We know Dan is somewhat thin-skinned.  Bob can be, too.  Jake, generally, is not.  He fights back when challenged, but he doesn't usually sound like he's taking it personally.  This sounded different, and it made me wonder if maybe there's some simmering jealousy there, some off-mic slights that have been building up to this.   Bob and Dan toiling for years in what they probably consider The Ticket backwater, sacrificing a good offer from CBS to stick with The Ticket. Jake the very talented and smart upstart, all over the station, talked up as a guy who may be needing his own show before too long.   Dan has a history of belittling underlings but it's tough to bully Jake.  The whole thing had a flavor of remember-you're-still-only-a-producer-just-like-Gribble to it.

I don't have any predictions.  I don't expect a series of similar jousts.  But it won't surprise me if Jake finds something else to do in DFW media if there are no host openings on any of the shows in the next year or so.  And none are anticipated. 



(2)

I've always liked Work in Progress, the Sunday ayem extravaganza.  Everything except the title, which makes even less sense now that it's an established weekend joint
What I want to mark today is the ascension of David Mino.

When WiP began, it was pretty much the Justin Montemayor Show, with Mino alongside.  Nothing in the world wrong with that.  Justin is a favorite of mine and I was glad he had his own show.  Didn't have a problem with Mino, either, but he was pretty green.  Had trouble getting out of his own way, lots of self-deprecating remarks about his inexperience, some uncertain starts to his segments, etc.  But Justin kept the show going and it was cool just the way it was.

But someone -- face it, it was the New World Catman -- had patience and let the show, and David, find their path.

And they did.  I listened last Sunday and was struck at David's polish.  I've been listening, but his improvement has kind of snuck up on me.  Dare I say it?  He led that particular show.  Seemed to helm most of the segments, was well-prepared.  Justin was even back on his heels once or twice, board had to dump the guy.  In fact, the show has a great balance now and it's a lot of fun.  More fun now that Justin doesn't have to carry the load.

Well done, Justin, David, and Cat.



(3)

Those Juul stop-smoking-device ads.  Not the worst we're-trying-to-make-something-utterly-scripted-sound-unscripted ads, but pretty comical nonetheless.  ("I thought  .  .  . OK, I'll try it.")   What was that one that aired a few years ago that tried the same schtick? 

(4)

I'm not anti-Christian -- raised in a church, was an officer at a major Protestant church, not so active now -- but I do wonder about some of those Good Contractor's List ads.  The ones that are frankly evangelical, the message overtly religious and really with very little to do with the GCL.  I don't find them offensive, but they're just the littlest bit creepy. 

Here's what occurs to me:  How would we feel if a Muslim business proselytized in Ticket ads in this fashion?  Hindu?  Druid?

(PS:  Out on the Plains, I sometimes deal with self-professed "Christian businessmen."  YHWH save me, I'd rather negotiate with Michael Avenatti's less ethical cousin than some of these guys.)


(5)

Someone in a comment a post or two back said they didn't care for those Sharon Moore good-citizenship City Credit Union ads.  I think they're OK, she sounds like a nice lady, the good deeds sound sincere.

Here's the thing.  Listening to these things for months on end, I formed a mental picture of her.  Maybe mid-forties, early fifties.  Blond.  Hair parted in the middle, straight, mid-length,  framing her face.  Pleasant face, quite attractive but not glamorous.   No Kelly "The Bulldog" McClure, she.

Looked her up:

(6)

God, do I get sad listening to those Tight Ends ads.  Poor Savannah.  Poor all of those girls.  Although  .  .  .  woman's gotta work, the tips can probably get them through the week, pay the rent, get some pot pies on the table for the kiddo, pay the cell bill.  Is it really more fun than a 9-5 gig?

Yeah, probably.

Savannah and Emma suffering from cell phone's poor optics in handling relative sizes of items at different distances from the focal plane
Obviously a slow ad season.  The Baby Dolls Saloon ads are back, too.

Nice hits, Plowman.  But can't wait for your STD.

Wednesday, March 6, 2019

A Few More Quick Hits


(1)  This is not the STD I have planned.

(2)  The Ticket must not be selling out its ad space on the stream.  Getting lots and lots of that cheesy synth filler where, presumably, there should be commercials.

(3)  For the longest time, I couldn't figure out why anyone would call a business "Mr. Store."  Improved automotive audio reveals that if you have fire/water damage, the entity to call is "Mr. Restore."

(4)  Does Jake seem a little cranky lately?  Must not be getting sufficient sleep with the new little one.

(5)  I get an icky feeling when advertisers try to make you think that they're big P1s, or include other Ticket references, like the commercial referencing "Norm The-Mozart-of-E-Brakes Hitzges"  At least, unlike George and one or two others at the station, they pronounced his name correctly.

(6) Musers showgram had an odd sound today without Becca or Sean.  I didn't hear why they were absent.

(7) I'd be interested in a study on the percentage over time of the Ticket broadcast day dedicated to sex/gender-related matters.   Speaking of icky-feeling listening.

Thank you for your patience.


Tuesday, February 19, 2019

I Agree with KoKo


Robin Williams's (RIP, and with respect) films are overrated.

Also:  Re:  Junior's enthusiasm for the Anthony Hamilton National Anthem:  I didn't have a problem with it from a "respect" point of view, and it was a little pretty, but I did think it was very obvious that Mr. Hamilton has absolutely zero range, and there was no other way he could possibly have sung it.   No shame in that -- it's a real hard song for good singers to sing, so he can hardly be blamed for arranging it a version that fit his five-note range.

Also:  According to the Musers, Corby has offered photographic evidence which, according to Corby, provides us with assurances that Kyler Murray is at least five-eleven.  I'm surprised that he has not stated: "To be perfectly honest with you, I guaran-damn-tee you that Kyler Murray is the tallest person ever born, and it's not even close."

Well, this is a pretty cheap post.  Not that it's your problem, but Your Plainsman has been underwater with personal and professional obligations since before Thanksgiving.. 

I am marinating one of my recently-rare STDs (Scorching Ticket Disquisitions), but it's not quite ready to loose on the Confessor.

In the meantime, leave an interesting, but nice, comment.

Many thanks.



Tuesday, February 5, 2019

The True Meaning of Ticketstock


A distaff Confessor kindly gives me permission to post this snap of her and a tres natty George "The Broadcaster Formerly Known as The Commander" Dunham from Ticketstock.

Sorry, Martha, for some reason notification of your email didn't pop up on my phone, so I'm a few days late with this.

Anyone have anything else, please feel free to pass it along to:

ThePlainsman1310@gmail.com

Thanks again.  Sounds like it was an epic gathering.


Wednesday, January 23, 2019

Change is Good


As we approach the 25th Anniversary of The Ticket and this year's TicketStock, I've been thinking of what I should put in this space to commemorate it.

I couldn't think of anything.

I don't have a lot of interest in Top Ticket Moments for some reason, astounding and entertaining as many of them have been.

I've been listening to The Ticket since 2004, the year I arrived in Dallas -- 15 years.  The singular fact about The Ticket during that period -- and before -- is that it hasn't changed much.  With a few changes, some of which occurred very early on, it's been the same hosts in the same time period for all those years.  Amazing, and certainly a reason for its continued success.

But The Ticket has changed, sometimes in subtle, gradual ways.  I was hoping to come up with three, but I've settled on two:

(1)  The Ascendance of The Musers and Craig "Junior" Miller.   The shows have never been ranked, but in my early years of listening I would have said, if asked, that The Hardline was the quintessential Ticket show and certainly the one most closely identified with the station.

I think that has changed not because The Hardline has declined -- I don't think it has, contrary to the views of some Confessors -- but because The Musers have continued to grow and improve.  "The Musers" is now the most prominent and celebrated show on the station and I would say that even if the ratings didn't bear me out.

And I think the rise of The Musers is because of the rise of Junior Miller, the Fred Astaire of The Ticket.  When I began listening, George Dunham was "The Commander."  You don't hear that much any more.  Instead, Craig Miller is the Judge and Lord High Executioner for station controversies, and the creator of "tiers" to rank the relative prominence of persons appearing on the station.  He is the most prominent host on The Ticket, eclipsing Mike Rhyner and even his podnuh George Dunham.

(George -- love the guy, but there came a period some years back where his interest level clearly waned.  I don't know if it was because he was building a house or building a band, but there were some segments where he simply wasn't ready to broadcast, and you could hear Junior's irritation.  Not really a knock on George -- he's still great -- but not the station leader he once appeared to be.  (And his occasional unpreparedness seems to have abated in recent years.))

(2)  The Growing Prominence and Quality of the Junior Varsity.  I credit Jeff Catlin for hiring and showcasing down-tier talent.  Yes, there have been some flameouts, some misses, some jerks, and some who just flat failed to launch, but by and large the non-daily-host on-air people are very good and getting better and better.  There's not enough room in the broadcast day to give some of them the prominence they deserve.  Too bad you can't sell enough advertising off hours to give some of these guys (and Julie) their own shows other than on weekends.  (Or can you -- while leveraging the broadcast day on the Ticket Top Ten is genius, could you do better with a live Work-in-Progress from 7-10 nightly?) 

I hesitate to name names for fear of leaving out some top-quality folks, but in no particular order, there's Justin Montemayor, Mike Sirois (honorable mention -- Cash), Jake Kemp, Sean Bass, Ty Walker, Julie Dobbs, David Mino.   (I don't count Danny Balis as JV, but he's kind of equivalent to Jake on BaD, so you could list him here too.)  Dave Lane as a cameo JV.    Hey, I'm sure I'm leaving out some real good up-and-comers, so help me out here in the comments.

(3)  The Hardline?  I said I was going to do two, but of course the show with the most wrenching change during my listening history has been The Hardline, with the separation of Greg "The Hammer" Williams a decade or so back.  Of course that's a "change," but here I'm going to offer a view which I know will be at odds with those of some long-time listeners:  I think The Hardline is in some ways a better show now than it was when HeeHoo was on it.

Yes, it is true that Mike's interest has declined and he doesn't pay a whole lot of attention sometimes.

Yes, it is true that Mike allows Corby and Danny to browbeat him when he should be putting them firmly in their respective places.

Yes, it is true that Corby is a mic hog.

Yes, it is true that the lack of show prep can verge on disrespect of the P1.

But for all that, I listen.  And I laugh more at The Hardline than at any of the other shows.  I've said it before:  Corby Davidson is the Howard Cosell of The Ticket -- he'll irritate the living bejeebers out of you, but still you tune in and (usually) don't tune out.  And I and other Confessors have observed how good he can be when he's away from the nurturing biosphere of the who-cares Hardline.

I was tired of Hammer's ignorant redneck act before he got the heave-ho, and his various issues were plainly affecting his broadcasting long before he crashed and burned.   I'll punch out on Corby and Danny from time to time (Mike isn't present or flavorful enough to excite the punch-out finger much anymore, although he's still a mesmerizing broadcaster when he's engaged -- that is, when he's got a subject that really interests him, or with a co-host who engages him), but for me, The Hardline is great entertainment and better than it was 15 years ago.

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Friday, January 18, 2019

Random Items



          (1) The Hardline is not out of the mainstream on this, but I am:  Season Two of "True Detective" was not terrible.  I thought it was very good, if not as linear as Season One.  Hard to follow, but I loved the atmospherics of sun-baked Los Angeles.  Had kind of a Twin Peaks getsalt that I enjoyed.

          (2)   Ditto Season Three:  It is being hugely overpraised by The Hardline (The Hardline?  Overpraising something?  Surely not)  and most other observers.  Again, I'm an outlier here.  The writing is sharp, but it suffers terribly from the Breaking Bad Disease -- endless lingering takes of Ali looking anguished, a la Bryan Cranston.  For having a two-hour premier, precious little happened except for shot after shot of said anguished Ali.  Hey, did the True Detectives kill that ex-con in the trunk?

          Two stars.

          (3)   Is that new Desperados ad the cheapest, cheapest-sounding, and overall worst commercial ever aired on The Ticket, with the possible exceptions of The Bulldog and those wall-removal guys with their ten-year warranty?  (What -- the wall might reappear after 10 years?  if the house falls down after ten years for lack of a supporting wall, no problem?)   Wait, I forgot those mortifying Tight Ends Sports Bar and Grill girls.  Good Jah, the mumbling, almost incomprehensible, unconvincing copy by some offspring of someone followed up with the goofy coda.  Awful.

          Is Desperados as good as the Ticket guys who get the free grub make it sound?

          Which makes me wonder if there is some review of commercials for suitability for the air.  Actually, I guess I don't wonder:  There must not be any.

          (4)  Any of you out there voting for the top Ticket moment?  I've heard so many of them so many times over the years I don't have much interest in it.  I've assumed the Nolan Ryan Great Snow Monkey Battle will win, but dunno.


Saturday, December 29, 2018

Not Such a Dry Dock



Without exception, I have enjoyed all of the Drydock combinations I've been able to hear -- Jake and Sean, Danny and Davey, the Siroisie wherever they would pop up.  Probably forgetting some, and I didn't hear all of the Drydock shows.  (See repeated comment below for an uncomplimentary review of one particular combo.) 

There is a temptation to think -- whatever will we do when (pick one or more)

     --  One or more Musers retires from the show?

     --  Norm retires (OK, not so many thinking what they will do if)?

     --  Bob goes off to hockey/full-time Troy servicing/TV/another station?

     --  Dan does something?

     --  Mike retires?

     --  Corby does something?

     --  Danny disappears into the world of local music promotion, hospitality industry, better-paying broadcast job elsewhere?

But based on what I heard over the past week or so, I think there will be plenty of talent, plenty of laughs, plenty of bits, plenty of scheduled segments, to keep The Ticket on top in any of these events.

I've had occasion to listen to sports radio in a couple of different cities over the past couple of months.  Is it bad?  Maybe not, if it's the only thing you're used to, and the local guys
are engaging enough that you develop a kind of radio romance over time.  But if you're a casual tune-in for a few days -- yeah, it's bad.

But The Ticket -- it's a different bird.  It's a different sound entirely, warm and intimate, informal and fun.  It's a hackneyed sentiment at this point, but it bears repeating -- there's nothing like it.  Three Marconis should be evidence enough.

Let's enjoy it while we can.  Then we can enjoy it some more.

A very, very safe and happy New Year to all Confessors.



And a special New Year's holler to mo money, mo problems:


Monday, December 24, 2018

A Merry Non-Denominational Context-Dependent Christmas to All Confessors


My Ticket monitoring has returned to near-normal after a couple of months of difficulty in finding the time to get my ears listening.   Hope to have something fun to chew on soon.

In the meantime, have a safe and happy Christmas, all Confessors around the world.



Monday, December 17, 2018

I Heard It on the Handoff


Danny Balis:  "We're [the Orphanage, with Dave Lane] going to do something today that the Hardline hasn't done in probably fifteen years."

Mike Sirois:  "Prepare?"

Loved it.

So we're not the only ones.

(Oh, yeah, the actual answer was:  Take calls.)


Tuesday, December 11, 2018

On the Run with Dan and Mike


I caught a fair bit of the Dan McDowell-Mike Sirois midday presentation today in the car and thought it was pretty good.

I was going to write a compare-and-contrast thing about Dan and Bob, on the one hand, and Dan and Other People, on the other, but I'm in between commitments here and expected elsewhere soon.

Also, I'm uncertain what I think about that topic.

Maybe I'll come back to this later and jot down a few thoughts on the enigmatic chemical ingredient that is Dan McDowell.

Or maybe you guys can write it for me.

Dan and Mike, it's not important that you have hair; it's only important that I have hair.


Tuesday, December 4, 2018

Your Destination for White Elephant Commentary


Please check in.  Shaping up to be an entertaining day.  The prewritten gags are always jewels.

I find it of interest that the two most senior hosts -- Norm and Mike -- got to keep their regular slots.

Fix:  in.



Monday, December 3, 2018

There Is Nothing Like the Ticket


Or maybe there's nobody like Gordon Keith.

Or maybe there's nobody like Jason "Killer" Kellison.

But as I was marveling this morning at yet another one of Killer's Gordon-penned oral essays, this one on Christmas, the thought that came to me was that as brilliant as Gordon can be -- is -- and as perfect a foil as Killer has sacrificed his dignity and self-esteem to become, what's unreproduceable these bits is the combination of the two of them, and Junior's appreciative laughing-but-not-overlaughing, and Jeff Catlin keeping his hand lightly enough on the tiller to allow this kind of satire on some things that some listeners unquestionably believe are beyond kidding.

Gordon couldn't perform that essay himself.  It would never work.  The words wouldn't be funny coming out of his smart mouth.  Jer -- no.  Craig, George -- no.  Fernando -- certainly not.  Killer -- he ain't dumb, but his history of eager but not-entirely-smooth forays onto the air makes him the perfect interpreter of these bits, which I almost always find hilarious.  Of course, nobody thinks Killer is dumb.  I sure don't; Ticket management certainly doesn't.  But in Killer, Gordon has found the perfect actor, and it's impossible to imagine any other program on The Ticket or the Fan or ESPN where that bit could even have been offered. 

Which is why, among many other reasons, The Ticket is essential.  It is the only home for certain kinds of programming, the for the peculiar genius that bubbles up out of the chemistry between this once-in-a-lifetime -- or maybe once-in-a-generation -- set of humans.

Ken Berry, RIP.




Thursday, November 22, 2018

I've Been Away


and not able to listen to The Ticket (even streaming) or post.  Thanks for your patience. 

Anyone got the WED lineup?

Hope to have some news up shortly.


Sunday, November 11, 2018

Not Breaking, and Not All That Newsy


A Ticketish source who has been reliable in the past reports that all hosts are under contract through at least the end of 2019.   I don't think that's necessarily a new thing -- no recent re-ups, to my knowledge. 

Just saying that, barring some personal misfortune, no lineup changes for the next year.

And now, for the hottest rumors on dramatic lineup changes for the Texas Legends  .  .  .  .

In expiation for this being a crappy post, extra reds today.




Sunday, October 28, 2018

MTC REPORTS -- Or, Thank You, Jason "Killer" Kellison


Awhile back Bob Sturm was flogging George DiGianni's 21 Day Makeover and Full Body Cleanse, which he said he would return to when he was feeling a little "doughy."  "Doughy" and "cleanse" are not two words I care to associate with the Admirable Bob, but I must say that I had gotten to feeling a little doughy myself.  I'm not a young chap any longer and it began to dawn on me that I couldn't continue to eat fast food and snacks and watch it burn off the next day.  I'm tallish and carry weight pretty well, but when the scale got up to 223  .  .  .  . 

I didn't need to lose a ton -- 30, 35 pounds or so would be about right.  I hadn't tried any commercial remedies except fen-phen, a way long time ago, before they took it off the market (worked great, coupla pills, the weight would come off mostly in the form of sweat and stress and a loss of appetite).  Wait, I also tried Fit Foods, which gets people to lose weight by selling them food they really don't want to eat.  Too much kale and quinoa.  Sorry.

But I must say that Jason "Killer" Kellison's ads for SOTA Weight Loss sounded pretty interesting.  I would think it would be tough to lose weight working in a show-bizzy atmosphere what with sponsor catering and grabbing food at odd hours and the like.  And that result from a guy who apparently needed to lose a lot more than I did  .  .  .  .

So I gave it a try and I'm here to give you a report.

Here's how it works:

You go in and get weighed up.  You talk to a counselor about how much weight you would ideally like to lose.  More about the counselors below.

They estimate about how long it will take you to lose the weight on the program.

They give you all the food you will need on a week-to-week basis, with two exceptions to be noted.  You get to pick the food from their "pantry":  7 "snacky" items, 21 "mealish" items, 28 total items for four eating events per day, up until evening dinner, for a week.  You'll see this illustrated below. More about dinner in a moment.

They tell you what you may eat in substitution, and how often and in what amounts, if you must stray from the strict program.  Eggs are usually a safe substitute, but there are others.  Some you may substitute infrequently or in limited amounts.

They tell you when and how often to eat it.  You are to eat a breakfast, a snack, lunch, an afternoon snack -- those are the four SOTA eating events -- and for dinner, a small serving, fist-sized, 6 ounces, of any meat of your choice -- they're not too specific on how it may be prepared, so I sneak in a couple of KFC thighs now and then -- and a couple of cups of vegetables, but not just any vegetables -- only the ones without sugar, like asparagus, broccoli, and cauliflower.   (No peas, carrots, corn, the good stuff.)  Those are the two exceptions, the evening meat (sometimes I have it for lunch instead) and some vegetables. They would also like you to have a couple of cups of vegetables for lunch, which I usually skip because it's a pain to prepare that stuff in an office.

They tell you what you may not eat -- fruits, lay off the wine and beer (modest spirits allowed, I'm a gin man myself), many other sweetie and salty carby things. Breads, potatoes, starchy things. 

And a half-hour daily of light exercise -- nothing too strenuous, nothing to trigger too much hunger but enough to get your heart rate up once a day.  A brisk walk will do, although I find that more exercise does not increase my hunger.

And then you go eat that and come back next week and weigh in and get coached up and fill your order for the next week's food.  In the meantime, you must keep a diary of everything you eat and when and your exercise and water consumption for them to review when you come in for your up-coaching.  They give you a form to use but I created my own Excel spreadsheet.  Cheating should be recorded.

Now take a look at this:  With the exception of the vegetables and meat that you supply THIS IS EVERYTHING YOU EAT FOR A WEEK up through the afternoon snack.  I've laid out a typical seven-day regimen, the four SOTA "meals" you eat up until the evening meal.



With the exception of the bars and the chips -- note you may only eat one of one of those each day -- but including the stuff in the bottles, and I guess that cereal, ALL OF THAT IS POWDER.  (Eat the cereal with half-and-half.  Surprised?  No carbs in half-and-half.)  Low carbohydrate, high-protein, powder, to be mixed with water for your meal.  You can eat any of them at any time -- that is, you don't have to have cereal for breakfast, and you don't have to have soup for lunch.  You could reverse them if you want, or have a shake for breakfast or lunch or a snack.  But not more than one chip or bar a day.

MEN AND WOMEN, IF THAT'S ALL YOU EAT UP TO YOUR EVENING MEAL, AND YOU DON'T CHEAT, YOUR BODY WILL HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO SHED FAT, AND A LOT OF IT, AND FAST.

And I did.  I lost that 30 pounds.  And I cheated a bit.  I've done two stints.  The first time I lost about 25-30, kept it off for a long time, but had a stretch of travel and vacations and other celebrations that put 5-7 back on, so I went back for a tuneup and took off another 10-15 or so.  Just finishing it up, and I am back to how much I weighed about 20 years ago and still losing.  Feel good, much more energy, and look a lot better.  Man, I feel better just walking down the hall -- I can tell I'm not hauling nearly as much suet.  I can tie my shoes without gasping for breath. I just went for a five-mile jog without working too hard when formerly I'd be stopping to catch my breath after a half-block.

Doesn't look like much food, does it?  Will you get hungry?  Possibly, but I didn't, really.  The first couple of days may see you have a pang or two, but they will pass.

The ads are accurate.  You will almost certainly lose more than 5 pounds the first week.  The rate of loss is likely to slow after that, although if you're really religious and don't cheat, you should keep losing at a good clip.  But if you lose two pounds a week, that's still double the rate you'll lose on most other programs.

The food, although not substantial, is generally palatable.  The chips and bars are good.  The chicken and beef bullion ditto.  I did not care for the chili or some of the other soups.  The pancake -- no, a terrible mess in the pan.  It refused to cook; tried it a few times.  The shakes (the bottles) are very good.  Some of the mixtures are difficult to dissolve (the cream of chicken, which, when dissolved, is perfectly good, but watch for the bergs of undissolved powder).  And at night, you can have your fish or chicken breast or meat patty or filet mignon or whatever youw ant and some vegetables (they encourage the use of butter on the vegs).  For meat, I sometimes even use zero-carb weenies (Nathan's my favorite, zero carbohydrates) or sardines/smoked oysters (ditto).  Eggs for dinner also a frequent choice.

How much does it cost?  A lot.  The more you want to lose, the longer you need to be on the program, and you have to pay it all up front -- an incentive to stay the course.  It clocks in at about $225 a week, $30-$35 bucks a day.  But remember -- they're giving you your food for most of your day.  You really do spend less on groceries (no snacks, beer, other forbidden fruits.)  They're coaching you up once a week.  And after that's over, there's free counseling thereafter.  And really -- how much do you want to lose weight, safely, without surgery?  Being fat is really, really awful and it is hard to cure.  Fat shaming is out, but hell, you know what people think about you if you're grossly unsightly fat?  And you know what you think of yourself, and of other fatsos.  And, hormonal problems aside, you're both right.  You're just fat.  SOTA gets it off quickly and safely, if not thrillingly.  Its quick results at the outset have got to be one reason people are flocking to it -- there's little waiting to see the pounds start to come off.

(There's also a machine they want you to stand on that shakes up the system a bit, but if you think it looks silly they'll confide in you that it's mostly for older adults whose joints need a little persuading.)

Ah, the counseling.  SOTA's secret weapon -- the Cute Chick Counselors.  At my location, all of the counselors are young women, or very fit and attractive women of a certain age.  You will probably see a different one each week.  And when your day to weigh in rolls around, you become very aware of NOT WANTING TO DISAPPOINT THE CUTE CHICK COUNSELORS.  Oh, no, you do not want them to see that you've cheated, because if you come in and you haven't lost anything and no cheating shows up on your food diary, they will know you are the worst kind of black liar and the Cute Chick Counselor will be oh, so disappointed.  In general, they are as Killer and Ty and others have said -- very supportive, very encouraging, nice, full of tips and tricks and recipes you will ignore because you're a guy and you're not going to do recipes or use those awful, awful no-cal salad dressings they urge you to try to add flavor.  Walden Farms, yeah, them's the ones.  And the Stevia sugar substitute for your coffee -- both lethal.  But you listen and nod your head because they're Cute Chick Counselors and you want them to approve of you.

The one problem I had with the program -- it's boring after a few weeks.  After you've lost some weight, the temptation to cheat grows.  Resist it if you can, but if you must, make it just a little.  Next day you step on the scale, you've put on a pound.  You're remorseful.  You think about the Cute Chick Counselors.  You resolve not to cheat.  You fail, a little. But not enough, and the weight will start to come off again.

One thing I wonder about the man/woman on the street is:  How does this work if you have a family eating regular meals?  How does it work if you don't have a gig that allows you to visit SOTA during their (only) daytime hours?  The weekly check-in is mandatory -- if you don't go, you don't get the next week's chow, and the weigh-in is essential to determine effectiveness.

Will it change the way you eat and live, like Killer says?  If you go to the continued free coaching, like he says he does, and I think Ty has also taken advantage of, then probably.  Me?  I have not taken advantage of the free post-program counseling, but the SOTA program has been invaluable in reminding me that the Atkins Diet had it right all those years ago -- carbohydrates make you fat.  Calories less important.  Snacks and certain foods have lots of carbohyrdates.  Find things to eat that don't have high carbs.   Eat them, not the carb things.  Eat less of them.  You'll lose weight and keep it off.  Exercise -- good for lots of things, but won't help you much with weight loss.

Being off SOTA has not stopped my craving for Chili-Cheese Fritos and the Taco Bell Combo #3 and Peanut M&Ms, but I'll tell you this -- when I was off the program, I stopped stuffing myself at every meal (felt lousy when I did), made SOTA-friendly choices at most turns, and stopped observing one of my rules, which was "When Food Is Free, You Must Eat as Much of It as Possible."  The weight stayed off for a long time, until the aforementioned serial vacations to Hawaii, Chicago, and a Wyoming dude ranch, all within about six weeks, when I departed the wagon too many times.

Nope, best to just stick with the program, eat what they give you, keep cheating really low, pay attention to the permissible substitutes, don't go crazy with the evening meal, and dream about those Cute Chick Counselors.

So I have to thank Killer for his enthusiastic and persuasive endorsement.  With a sidelong thanks to Ty and all those P1 telephone endorsers.

Speaking of Killer  .  .  .

He's been doing those ads for a long time.  They work.  They work on SOTA's target demo -- overweight men approaching middle age who watch more sports than they play.

SOTA has obviously re-upped him as time has gone by.

I think our Killer must be doing pretty well.   Thanks, man. 

Sorry, Jinj, apples are not on the list.








Wednesday, October 17, 2018

Confessor James Muses on the Influence of Sports-Talk Radio on Strategery


 
I am always pleased to get submissions from Confessors suitable for running as a post.  Frequent commenter James sent me this a couple of weeks ago.  I regret I didn't get it up before now, because he obviously wrote it after a Cowboys loss, while we're all basking in the evanescent glow of a Cowboys win.  Apologies, James

He makes a point you hear from time to time on The Ticket, so I thought it would be appropriate to run here.

Thank you, James.  And enjoy the G-rated red you requested to accompany.

                                                                -- Plainsman
 
 
A few years ago, I heard the manager of a baseball team explain why he didn't bring his closer in with a 4-run lead: because it wasn't a save situation. In other words, he was letting a stat, not what's best for his team, influence a coaching decision. 
 
If I'm allowed to switch sports, I'd like to share my theory that football coaches often have a tendency to let their coaching decisions be influenced, not by what's best for the team, but by fear of public opinion. Specifically, if a coach decides to punt on 4th-and-short, rather than basing that decision on any statistical probability of success, he's basing it on a fear of criticism. His thinking goes like this: if he goes for it on 4th and fails to get the 1st down, he'll get raked over the coals in the court of public opinion and on stations like The Ticket. But if he punts, and his team loses, then he isn't as likely to get criticism, because he did the conventional thing. 

Obviously, this theory looks way off in light of the aftermath of the Cowboys' overtime loss the other night. Everyone's 2nd-guessing Garrett now. But historically, the fans, pundits and show hosts have acted differently than they did this week. In fact, I can remember a time or two when Wade Phillips took a lot of heat for going for it on 4th down. 

Please note that this post is not intended to spark a lot of Garrett-bashing. That's low-hanging fruit. Nor is it an attempt to incite comments about last Sunday night's game.  My theory is bigger than one game, or even one team. The question is simply this: do you agree that coaches who "play it safe" on 4th down are letting fear enter their thought process? Specifically, fear of being bashed by BAD Radio, the Musers, or local columnists? Follow-up question: Is there no longer a consensus about punting being the safe thing to do? Are we seeing a change?
 
 

Sunday, September 30, 2018

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:




Friday, September 14, 2018

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?




Tuesday, September 4, 2018

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.