Rangers-Rays Game Four, the Open Thread

Back, by popular demand, is today’s ALDS Game 4 open thread as the Rangers try to finish out the Rays following last night’s epic nail-biter — so nerve-wracking even Nolan Ryan said it was “as stressful a game as I’ve sat through.” Before we get to first pitch, once more…

Rangers-Rays Game Three, the Open Thread

As we make the slow transition to bringing sports back to Unfair Park, several have asked: Um, how ’bout a Rangers playoff liveblog or open thread? To which I say: Absofreakinlutely. I had hoped to bring Best of Dallas-winner Jamey Newberg, namesake of The Newberg Report and the man to…

Whitt’s End

It’s creepy to write your own obituary. Nonetheless, I’m dead. This truly is Whitt’s End, my final column at the Dallas Observer. While I’m actually alive and relatively well, budget cuts — you’ve heard of those? — have forced the Observer to eliminate its full-time sportswriting position, one of the…

Mike Modano’s Tear-Stained Farewell

Mike Modano, the highest-scoring American-born player in the history of the National Hockey League and the face of the Dallas Stars even after he signed to Detroit for a final season, stifled a sob as he bade farewell to those who shaped his legendary career, which included 12 70-point seasons,…

Michael Young: Half Man, Half Hitting Machine

Let’s see: There have been the firing of the hitting coach, the TV play-by-play voice and even the co-owner. A loyal father and fan leaned over a railing in left field and fell to his death. Every time you turn around a player is taking paternity leave. Last week the…

At Last, Mike Modano to Retire

In April 2010, Mike Modano told us he wasn’t sure if he was ready to retire. He sure felt like it, he said: “At this point, on this day, I can make the decision: I’m done.” But, of course, he wasn’t: After a tear-stained farewell to the American Airlines Center…

Big 12 Conference Alive, if Not Well

Call it the Pat 12. As in, no thanks to expansion, we’ll stand. As in, the Big 12 — all but buried by a lot of us dorks — remains alive, like the muddy, bony, cob-webbed hand reaching up from the grave to snatch onto life. Again. Because it couldn’t get…