Easter Brunch

Instead of my typical Sunday lunch of take-out from Sonic, I got to go to the Easter Buffet at the Gaylord Texan. Top notch. I think I ate some stuff I had never had before, but I did get to have Chilean Sea Bass for the second time in my life.

Time For A Serious Easter Reflection

Screenshots From Tonight's Ranger's Game In Arlington

Two words: No way.

If You Watch The Masters Tomorrow . . .

. . . you'll see Stuart Appleby and Tiger Woods (sitting first and second place) battle for the championship.

I've always paid attention to Appleby after I learned his wife was killed in front of him in 1998 while she was unloading luggage from a taxi in London.

"It's the little things you miss the most," he later said. "Getting through the nights is the toughest part. Being alone. Not having her there to talk to."

I looked him up on the Internet and found out he remarried a couple of years ago. Good for him.

A (Better) Repost From Last Week

Russell Crowe Turns 43 Today

Russell Crowe if he were a cat:

Bill O'Reilly vs Geraldo Rivera

Basic facts: A drunken driver, with three previous alcohol-related convictions, who killed two teenagers in the Virginia Beach, Va., area last month and has been charged with manslaughter. This clip is from Thursday night. I love this description about it provided by someone else: ""This is [like] the courtroom scene from 'A Few Good Men' after a case of Red Bull with the volume knob cranked to 11."

What A Horrible Story . . .

. . . to wake up to. (Here.) The trooper I saw on the news said he didn't see any evidence that the 9 month old was in a car seat. I also saw them getting the female driver out of the car and she looked completely uninjured.

God Blesses Baylor At Easter / A&M, Not So Much

On this, Good Friday, there were two important basketball announcements: (1) Baylor had signed its women's basketball coach to a 10 year contract extension (followed, presumably, by a celebration of grape juice in little bitty glasses) and (2) the head coach of Texas A&M, as a thief in the night, turned his back on the good Ags (and a few million dollars) to jump ship for the back woods of the University of Kentucky.

Obviously, God has spoken.

The Messenger And A Tough Situation

Being a fan of politics, the media, and all things that cock and eyebrow, I was very interested in learning how the Messenger would handle the resignation of Decatur baseball coach Glen Harrison. (Heck, I've had a tough time in handling the comments here.) It's about a touchy of a subject that has come along, and I'd liked to have watched the powers at the Messenger discuss "how in the heck are we supposed to handle this issue?" I'll just let you know that the Messenger will deal with the issue in its Saturday/Sunday edition but will place the story it in the Sports section on page 3B. However, to its credit, it will go pretty far in revealing the allegations citing "sources". It kind of looks like a compromise: We'll cover the story but we'll put it pretty far back in the paper. Overall, I'd probably do the same. And there is even a quote from Harrison. Seems like a good guy. Quite frankly, I feel sorry for him. I could just reprint it here, but I think that would be a crappy thing to do to the Messenger since, if you are interested, you'd probably spend 75 cents to read a copyrighted story. Once the story appears online, I'll link to it. [And no comments on this one - I get Tired Head filtering them.] Edit: I soooo screwed up Harrison's name in original post. Thanks to a commenter for pointing that out.

The Rifleman

Just blew past The Rifleman as I was channel surfing. Man, I loved that show as a kid.

But as I stuck around for about 10 minutes to watch Lucas gun down a bad guy (who was trying to steal a body in order to collect money as a bounty hunter - a very odd premise), I wondered: Has there ever been a man kill more people in self-defense than Lucas McCain? Ninety-nine percent of us will never have that experience, but Lucas killed somebody every week. All justified in the eyes of the law.

Not That Big Of A Deal

But it did my heart good to know the Gawker, the premiere blog of Manhattan, monitors The Today Show's Ann Curry annoying habits just like I do.

Man, That Was Miserable

As I was freezing hitting golf balls on the driving range before 8:00 a.m., one of my buddies said, "At least we know this is as bad as it is gonna be." "Right," I replied.

Wrong.

It was cold, but bearable, before 10:00 a.m and then the winds kicked up violently and we froze the rest of the way. It's not fun when you're wishing you were on the 18th tee box instead of the 12th. I don't remember any weather person warning me about wind. In fact, I specifically remember seeing "5-10 mph. NE" a couple of days ago. Uggh.

But my round was pretty much mid-season form for my first day of golf of the year. Threw together a couple of pars - I got the "stop posing" comment from one of my foursome after a tee shot that almost made me weep with joy, and then at other times I was the worst golfer in the history of ever: Slice out of bounds, duff it with a 7 iron making it go 20 yards, tee off at a right angle.

Edit: An the picture has nothing to do with my day other than both involve golf.

Note

It'll be a little slow here on Friday since my office is closed and I'm going golfing for the first time this year. (Seems, quite frankly, a little wrong on Good Friday.) Anyway, one of my idiot friends has a tee time for us at 8:15 a.m. Sheeeeesh. I might update that silly Twitter thing during the day (Twitter was the subject of a Newsweek article this week, by the way). Otherwise, you're on your own. Be productive, will ya?

Reminded Me Of The Firefighter Below

(Just saw this on the Star Telegram.)

By Chance . . .

I just rented and watched the recent documentary called "Cocaine Cowboys" that, well, documents the rise of the cocaine trade in Florida in the 70s and 80s. Good stuff. One thing I'm a sucker for is a documentary that goes back and digs up old local news footage, and this flick had tons of it. In a nutshell: Our borders were open and bags and bags of marijuana came flowing in. So much that they couldn't sell it all. Somebody figures out that cocaine is worth more $$$$ and starts importing it from Columbia. The cops begin to crack down and the importing gets tougher. Then we have the Cuban refugee crisis which leads to a Cuban v. Columbian drug war. Murders. Cops on the take. Fast cars. Big houses. Disco. A Time cover story of "Paradise Lost". Good times.

By sheer luck, I rented "Scarface" next - A famous movie I've never seen. Heck, it all made sense to me. (And I finally learned where the line "Say hello to my little friend" comes from. )

Oh, My

Support firefighters.

Wheels Off - Literally

Wheels off moments in Jacksboro this morning. On the docket for a first appearance was a court appointed client of mine who was coming up from Huntsville (no jokes, please.) I got an odd courtesy call from Jacksboro PD while I was in the district clerk's office prior to court: My client had been arrested on a "bond withdrawal" warrant. Translation: She had bonded out of jail after her initial arrest but the bondsman got ticked off (normally for falling behind on payments) and then "went off the bond" which requires a warrant to be issued. So she drives hours to go to her court appearance in Jacksboro only to get stopped near the courthouse square and gets arrested. Did the cops know to be on the look out for her? I'm not sure. Normally you just wait for them to walk into court and then let the bailiff handled it with no fuss. What is very odd is that at least three different people (one from law enforcement) told me that her car had been repo'd. Not towed to a lot and impounded for the cops, but repo'd by a private finance company. I'm trying to figure out exactly how a repo man can find out about a traffic stop and tow a car all before 9:00 a.m. in the morning. To makes matters worse, her boyfriend - whom I have never met - finds me in the courthouse to tell me about his huge problem. He just rode to court with the newly arrested gal and now he was stuck in Jacksboro with no transportation. He asked me where the bus station was. After checking around, I had the joy of telling him, "there is no bus station." I think I saw the life force get sucked out of him at that moment. So later I'm sitting around in court on other matters when the deputies bring in this nicely dressed woman in handcuffs and sit her on a bench. I exchange glances of "who is that?" with the court administrator and we finally figure out it's my gal who just got arrested! (That's a new one for me: A person gets arrested on the morning of their court date only to make it to court in time.) I went and talked to her and we entered a plea of not guilty. (It was a dope case, by the way.) She was worried about her job and was admittedly confused about her situation - She bonded out, had paid most of the bond fee, and now gets arrested after driving hours to be in court. The bond, after all, was to secure her appearance in court. She's proven she'll show up in court - if we'll let her. After some discussions with the DA and the judge, we got her out of jail on a new bond and a new court date. That was a heck of a morning for her. I just hope she can find a way back home now that she doesn't have a car.