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"DSG".. hmm. You ask, "What does it mean?"
Simple. It's one of the first lines I used on my wife when I was courting her. She asked me what my college degree was, and I said I earned a "DSG". Perplexed, she asked me to elaborate, and I told her it stood for "Dumb Sports Guy". That doesn't mean I think sports are dumb. No, quite the opposite. It's just a way to poke fun at myself--which gives me license to poke fun at whoever else I want--since I get it first, I can return serve.
So, what will I talk about?
Sports.
More sports.
Some more sports.
And, a just about everything else that happens between sporting events.
I have the creds to back it up: 21-years as a TV Sportscaster and radio show co-host. I've worked two Rose Bowls, an Orange Bowl, a Fiesta Bowl, two Cotton Bowls, and the 1999 Independence Bowl--which happened to be THE LAST football game of the 20th-century (I was in the Independence Bowl press box in Shreveport when the Y2K scare didn't happen!). Among those bowl games, three of those involved teams playing for the national championship, and fittingly, the teams I was covering for each respective game won (1996 Fiesta Bowl, Nebraska; 2001 Orange Bowl, Oklahoma; and, 2006 Rose Bowl, Texas). I've also covered the Dallas Cowboys during their 1993 Super Bowl victory season, a Final Four, a College Baseball World Series, a College Softball World Series, a golf major, and many others. The point is: I know what I'm talking about. I'm not a stat nerd, but I do have a great memory for the people that play the games and the teams that they played for--and to me, it's about the people. And for the people.
I'm getting to be the same way about politics, about finance, and about my faith. I'll chime in just about all of these from time to time. If you like it, fine. If you don't, that's equally fine. The great thing about America is that we all have a right to our opinion not matter how right or wrong it is, and the right to express it--so long as it doesn't deliberately damage somebody's reputation and/or livelihood. That's what's called "actual malice", and I'm a lot of things, but I'm not malicious. But I will call a spade a spade, or a club a club, a diamond a diamond.. uh, you get the picture.
So, with that, we're started. Now for some gas--as in my first ascertainment: the NBA season is ENTIRELY TOO LONG! For goodnes sake, it's the middle of May--springtime, flowers, thunderstorms, and that means baseball and softball OUTSIDE.. not an arena INSIDE!! Not in an indoor arena where they've been playing since NOVEMBER!!! Look, I love basketball. I played it for years. I still love watching it--from about January through April. But into late June? Yeah, that's when the finals are!! And then, there's what, a four-month off-season before practice starts in October and the first exhibition games around Halloween? Forget about it. I'm out. I watch because I HAVE to watch--it's an occupational hazard. But don't think for a minute I'm there because I want to be!