Let me share this story that I am running around in my brain to blog about later.
I did not get off the DART train this morning at my usual Mockingbird Station to find the escalators nor the elevator worked. This meant I would have to climb about 4-6 flights of very long stairs to get up to ground level and come to work. I saw the man working on the elevator and advised him I didn’t think I could walk up that many stairs and what should I do? (It was almost like asking for help)
He said just get on another train and go up to the next exit and a shuttle would bring me back to Mockingbird Station (ground level). So, I had to make a decision. Get on another train, or walk the stairs. I asked God which I should do. I had the strong desire to get on the train and caught the next one going north.
This is a new weekly feature in which I (and maybe you, too, readers) detail the various reasons for hating your ballpark. This week: Rangers Ballpark In Arlington.
Arlington cemetery: Rangers Ballpark is a monument to every crass instinct in the modern stadium business, a tombstone for good sense, corporate social responsibility and the belief that the public interest is anything but a nice phrase on which to campaign for a terrible bond issue. Everything about it is wrong and vaguely criminal, even — especially — the look of the place. The ballpark takes up an absurd 1.4 million square feet in the midst of that iconic feature of the Texas landscape, the office park. A couple sharp-eyed readers note this below, but the stadium is a mismatched collection of counterfeit parts: You can make out bits of Camden Yards (the red-brick exterior and general air of ye olde ballpark), Tiger Stadium (the home run porch), Yankee Stadium (the frieze), Fenway Park (the out-of-town scoreboard, since removed, that was built into the left-field wall), Comiskey Park (the arched windows), Ebbets Field (the quirks of the outfield dimensions, in this case wholly artificial). The corridor inside was patterned after Chartres Cathedral, which is not unlike modeling the Astrodome after the Kremlin. The ballpark’s architect, David Schwartz, once said, “We tried to downplay the distinctions in class.” Mind you, this didn’t mean that they actually built an egalitarian ballpark with clean sightlines and close proximity to the action. This meant that they built, as the Washington Post put it, “plenty of lucrative luxury boxes, but without making it look that way.” One of the owners at the time, a no-account oilman, would go on to build a political career on the principle of catering to the rich, but without making it look that way.
From the DMN
LEWISVILLE – Eager to witness mayhem on the lake, I did not have long to wait. Our boat, piloted by game warden Chip Daigle, hadn’t even cleared the marina when a Jet Ski blasted across our path at full throttle, its white-crested wake smacking our hull like a giant fist.
Daigle hit his siren and ordered the driver to pull alongside.
“Don’t you see where it says ‘no wake zone’?” asked Daigle, pointing to a large sign fixed to a buoy the man had just passed.
“Huh?” the man said, puzzled. Daigle sighed.
“Do you know what ‘no wake zone’ means?” he continued patiently.
“Do you know what a wake is?”
about 6 hours ago: Texas Rangers’ Andruw Jones, left, celebrates with teammate Ian Kinsler (5) after Jones hit a two-run home run against the Arizona Diamondbacks in the fifth inning of a baseball game Thursday, June 25, 2009, in Phoenix.
|Since the Cowboys cut Terrell Owens in March, owner Jerry Jones has offered up a number of nuanced explanations for the surprise move.
Just when you thought it was safe to take a summer vacation, Jerry Jones and Son have provided the sixth and seventh explanations of the offseason for why Terrell Owens is no longer on the Cowboys’ roster. And if you’re in the Dallas area, make sure and stop by T.O.’s “invitation only” going-away-forever party at the Empire Club on Thursday evening.