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Death of Dallas
February 28, 2007With the move of the Cotton Bowl out of Dallas, Fair Park's pulse just got fainter.
The run down, step-child part of Dallas is what it is, but why didn’t the people do a little more to keep one of its cash cows.
I doubt the money made during the Texas fair/Red River Shootout/Cotton Bowl actually stayed in downtown Dallas, where some of it should have gone, so who's to blame?
The Red River Shootout is next.
That stadium is ancient, and with the new darling of Jerry Jones and Arlington, the Cowboys stadium is going to pull in a lot of revenue for that district/town.
Dallas needed it.
I don't think the average person goes to downtown Dallas unless they live there, or they are up to no good.
I was last down there for a concert in 2005 and I doubt it’s changed very much.
I've heard stories of how it used to be. It seems like everything is moving out of Dallas. Overcrowding is part of it.
But, if only the people would have renovated or rebuilt they wouldn’t be facing any problem. High school football playoffs barely even feature the stadium.
Every big game is at Texas Stadium in Irving.
Thank Jerry Jones.
Posted by Clayton Hein at 10:09 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)
Keith Olberman is a genius
February 23, 2007You'll have to see for yourself.
His rants are important to listen to.
It's anti-Bush, but it's much needed.
Listen, then think.
http://www.rollingstone.com/nationalaffairs/?p=943
What did you think?
Posted by Clayton Hein at 11:32 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)
American Crap Show
I'm tired of seeing it.
American Idol is becoming the epitome of a TV show that has stay past its prime.
I know a lot of people still watch, mainly 10-15 year olds, but cut the cord already.
Its only good when people are getting humiliated right and left in the first few weeks. Its mainly becase they think they can sing and they really can't.
That's the meat and potatoes.
The actual competition is a joke.
Randy is a goofy black dude whose vocabulary consists of "dude," "you," and "rock." Oh yeah, "homes" is there too.
Paula is too busy batting her eyes at ever contesting expressing how much she feels the contestants energy.
Simon is the only honest person there.
I haven't bought an album from any of the American Idol winners, and nothing is going to change that.
It's wierd but this blog seems like I've watched too much of the TV show.
Oh well, it's hard to look away at a car wreck too, so who's counting?
Ryan Seacrest is something else too.
We are cultivating a nation of people that are unable to take criticism (I'm almost one of them) and who shoot too high.
Do some of these people actually think they have a talent to be the next great recording artist.
Last time I checked, most great artists from this era started out with an instrument.
Just sayin'.
Posted by Clayton Hein at 10:44 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)
Marijuana in california
February 22, 2007Who knew it would turn out to be such a profitable business? I know marijuana is illegal, especially anything over 2 ounces, but what in the world are the people in California not doing.
After reading an article in Rolling Stone yesterday, it seems weed is alive and well.
Anything you ever dreamed about including/mixing in with pot is available.
What suprised me most was the Nutella (chocolate spread) product mixed with the stuff. All could be yours for a $150 doctor's visit.
After being told it's bad for you all of your life and even seeing some of the side effects, you wonder if its actually that bad.
I know the whole "legalize marijuana debate" has been going on for years and years, but should it?
They have head shops all over California that sell it for medicinal purposes only. Ever think about buying a "tainted peanut putter cup" for $8? How about an "indulgence lollipop" for $3.
They're guaranteed to get you high as hitting a bong.
They have also created a breath-right-type strip that is laced with a marijuana strand. They sell for about $5 a piece and will lost for some time. Take two and you're not waking up for about a week.
There are also too many names for marijuan: Bubba Kush, Purple Erkle, White Widow, Grape Ape, Romulan Cotton Candy, Haze. The list goes on and on. Its the product of a stoner's imagination, which is limitless.
You got your schwag, chronic and hydroponic. It all depends on how you grow it. The more high tech, the more potent and expensive.
Did you know Alaskans have the right to have up to one ounce in their home for personal use without getting into trouble? Last time I looked one ounce is a lot.
Is Texas next?
Posted by Clayton Hein at 09:06 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)
Shaved head
February 20, 2007Britney Spears shaved her head.
Sorry, but she has finally entered the 6 ft area of the crazy pool.
She isn't exactly Sigeorney Weaver or Shinado Conner.
She must really need attention. I think the papparazzi photos of her bejingo was enough attention. She must have want to direct the cameras somewhere else.
She also got a tattoo.
Don't pay too much attention. I wonder if all the girls who grew up idolizing this woman will fall off the deep end also.
That's a bunch of crazy women walking around and no body knows it yet.
She also checked herself into a rehab clinic.
I have a suggestion. She should just fall off the face of the map and reestablish herself as a unknown trying to win over the American Idol competition.
I could see it now.
She would go from teenage sweetheart, to well-recieved darling by the American population. She could even keep the shaved head to throw some people off her scent.
I just hope she takes the time to raise her kids. Lord knows they're going to need as much help as possible.
Posted by Clayton Hein at 03:18 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)
My son
February 15, 2007Well the day has come and gone. On February 11 at 1 a.m., my son, Lennox James, was born. What a joy.
I couldn't imagine a better baby to have. I'm sure every parent feels that way, but wow, what a kid.
The experience was the "Texas Giant" of Six Flags’ roller coasters. Up and down my wife and I went during her labor.
But it was definitely worth every second.
It all started about 5 p.m. Friday when my wife started having contractions.
After about three hours we decided it was time to go ahead and go to the hospital. We show up, get her situated, but she was only dilated to a 1 (one centimeter).
Not enough to really do anything about, but at least she was dilated. After about three hours the doc sent us home. Nothing really could be done since she didn't make any progress during that time period, so we went on about our business.
We went home and three hours later she woke me up in pain. She couldn't talk without doubling over and her contractions were starting to travel into her back.
So we loaded back up and returned to the hospital.
We show up, and she was still at a 1.
But her pain was worse. The doctor show up about 8, or 9 a.m. and decided to admit her. The best news we heard in the past 10 or so hours.
At 10 a.m. she got an epidural and they broke her water, and labor began. She really didn't feel much because of the medication, so that was one last thing I had to worry about.
I don't think there is anything on earth worse than an uncomfortable woman in labor. (Guys, just agree)
Everything was going smoothly after that. She started to dilate more and more, but those last couple of centimeters were tough. After she made it to an eight, it seemed like an eternity before she was a 10. Once you make it to a 10, the rest is all pushing.
And so she pushed, for 2 and 1/2 hours. You look and your wife and see here enduring so you can bring a child into this world and you become speechless. There is no sound of joy or excitement to express that feeling.
But the baby's head was sideways, looking at her leg, and it wouldn't budge. She was exhausted, I was exhausted and I'm sure the baby wasn't too happy either.
The doc said it was time to go to the second option, cesarean. She didn't put up a fight; she was just ready to get it over with.
After they started moving her to the O.R., I almost lost it. All the emotions with a significant other entering surgery, especially when it’s sprung on to you, is challenging. You don't have time to think it over, you don't have time to talk to other people, and they just do it.
I went to change into my scrubs and pray. I didn't want to cry and I was able to hold back the tears. I didn't know what to expect, but I figured if anything happens, it was God's plan.
But I wasn't going to accept it.
They called me into the O.R. and it seemed like 30 seconds later they delivered my son.
This is just one half of my experience......
Posted by Clayton Hein at 02:52 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)
Bye Anna Nicole
February 09, 2007You voluptuous qualities will be missed.
I saw a tasty movie — on my free time — that you did a long, long time ago.
You know, when you where skinny, and before you were a blimp.
But I have a conspiracy theory or two.
You inherited a fortune, or something close to a third-world country's GDP. The money is the center of it all.
I think someone had you whacked.
You were worth a lot of money, and you just got married.
The guy's a lawyer so he's got the know how to pull it off and not get caught.
That's theory numero uno.
I also think you were drugged, but someone or yourself.
Your son recently died, and the man you married is probably a butthead.
It wouldn't surprise me. Every time I saw you on TV, minus the Trim Spa commercials, you look doped out of your mind.
I just hope I get some answers, because I need them badly.
I think a lot of people do.
Posted by Clayton Hein at 09:48 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)
He's gay, get over it
It pains me to write this blog, because it will only expose an idea I want to die a painful death. But, I figured someone needed to set you straight - LZ Granderson.
(Who goes by initials professionally nowadays anyway?)
You wrote a insightful article for ESPN.com and I don't think you could be more wrong.
You argue the fact that former NBA player, John Amaechi, coming out of the closet after retirement is no big deal.
You say, show me someone who comes out while playing. You say only that would be impressive.
http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=granderson/070207&lpos=spotlight&lid=tab5pos1
That's the full article if you feel so inclined. I don't recommend it. I read it hoping the guy would come out himself, or say something like "just kidding, I love Amaechi."
But he didn't.
"Closeted athletes are miserable.
They have thoughts of suicide, they can't perform as well as they'd like, they live in constant anxiety of being found out, and while their heterosexual teammates are out chasing skirts during road trips, they stay locked up in their hotel rooms afraid to make eye contact with anyone because the bellhop's gaydar may go off.
Get over it."
That's a small sample of what Anderson has to say.
Isn’t' coming out hard enough. Could you imagine if a superstar, say Lebron James or Derek Jeter, decided to come out of the closet.
I'm not saying those two are gay, but just imagine the backlash from life long homophobic males.
Yeah the guy was a non-superstar NBA player, but it still took guts.
That's all that matters.
Posted by Clayton Hein at 09:37 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)
I'm Sweaty
February 08, 2007Mmm, sweaty! Women aroused by male scent
Chemical in perspiration boosts female hormone levels, study finds
That's the headline as I found it, now its time to put in a little work.
Who knew?
An MSNBC article continued to state the following "Researchers at the University of California at Berkeley said women who sniffed a chemical found in male sweat experienced elevated levels of an important hormone, along with higher sexual arousal, faster heart rate and other effects."
I had a suspicion. Women are attracted to hard workers willing to put in a good day's work so they can stay at home with the kids!
And they want a guy who isn't a coach potato who likes to work out 85 days out of the week.
They also want this and that and that and some of that too.
And don't forget to be polite.
I know in some cases that isn't how it goes, but most of the time a guy wants a girl because she's hot.
That's it. If we nab one that's good looking, the rest will work itself out.
Maybe that's why about half of all marriages end in divorce.
Time to put in more work.
Posted by Clayton Hein at 12:14 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)
Signing Day is here
February 07, 2007So college football is wrapping up one of the most important events in the spectrum of a year outside of a bowl win.
Signing day signifies a chance.
And at times it draws in the little person. It could be that a person went to that high school, or they have a child going there, but alligance is given because a person is signing a commitment at a big school to play.
And today, it's off to the races.
USC looks to be leading the way with the three top national prospects according to ESPN.
The running back they signed, Joe McKnight, from Louisiana, seems to be the best thing comming out of high school since the jock strap.
USC also got a monster linebacker. Pete Carrol has this whole recruiting thing down to a science.
UT got a lineman.
Yeah, it's just a lineman, but he, Tray Allen out of Grand Prairie, might be the next Leonard Davis/Mike Williams from what I see.
The rich get richer in college football. I'm more interested in MSU and them actually getting more and more local talent.
I wish Nate Brown well at Louisiana, but I hope he doesn't come back to Wichita Falls after some unsuccessful seasons at a bigger school and turn to play at MSU.
I guess well see in a couple of years.
Posted by Clayton Hein at 02:38 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)
Anti-Cupid
Valentine's Day is right around the corner guys.
Time to buckle downa and buy something that woman in your life actually wants, even if that woman is your mother.
Every guy has some woman in their life they appreciate, or they should at least. The rest need a hug.
But for Cafe Press, it seems like Valentine's Day is an event everyone should include themselves in, out of hate even.
I read a story on MSNBC that caught my eye.
For all those that really have something to get off their chest, there are anti-Valentine's day cards.
It's the perfect breakup technique.
"Roses are red, violets are blue, you suck."
Could you imagine getting a card on Valentine's Day from someone declaring their hate towards someone else.
Why would anyone want to do that.
I've worked with enough women over the years to know that they all hate the pretty lady in the corner who gets 85 roses from the same person and they got zilch.
They don't have to say it, you can tell by the look in their eyes.
And I don't even want to know what kind of treatment the significant other got. Probably just an excuse for no hanky-panky after dinner.
But just imagine if one of those women recieved a anti-Valentine's Day card. They would be crushed and then shoot everyone in the room. Damn those hormones.
So do the right thing, don't buy an anti-Valentine's Day card. You might hurt someone more than repairable.
Posted by Clayton Hein at 11:38 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)
Up In Flames
February 06, 2007Send back the Easy Bake Oven. You might get burned.
Hasboro has recalled more Easy Bake Ovens than you might think, and the hopes and dreams of all the little girl chefs went up in flames.
I, personally, never used and Easy Bake Oven. Never intend to, but who would have thought you might get you hands stuck in the cotton pickin' thing?
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/17005457/
It's a tragedy when you really stop to think about it.
If Hasboro messed on this one toy, a staple in the toy business for years and years, think about all the other toys they've messed up on.
Just imagine the tragedy of a boy getting his had stuck in the compartment of a Mr. Potato Head.
Posted by Clayton Hein at 03:58 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)
Almost there
As you might already know, my wife is about to pop.
No, she's not mad at me, she's more than pregnant.
She's so pregnant the kid will come out an 18-month old, just kidding. But man, are we (mainly her) ready to get that baby out.
Living with a 9-month pregnant woman is tough, but I bet being a 9-month pregnant woman is even tougher.
Her feet, hands and almost every extremity are swollen from water retention.
She has passed the ankle part and moved straight to "cankles." Cankles are a blending of the calf and the ankle where no visible tapering is visible.
I haven't actually told her she has them, because I want to live to see my kid is born.
But the rest of the process, of the pregnancy, is exciting, stressful and just about everything else one can imagine. I guess I can just give thanks to my parents and beg for their forgiveness in the stubborn things I did.
We have the crib, a mountain of diapers, two car seats, blankets out the wazoo, more diapers, bottles, binkies and more.
We have a name, an insurance plan, a college selected and more. All the important things anyway.
Watching other people with their kids...sorry but a lot of people walk around town with small children. It's funny what you notice when you looking for something, or at things differently.
Watching other people with their kids has an effect on you.
You're afraid and anxious of what yours is going to be like. Is it going to be the well-behaved child of the stingy mother, or the hell raiser child of a hell raiser mother?
You never really know, and that's where the fun is, but that's what's killing me.
Posted by Clayton Hein at 03:46 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)
post Super Bowl
February 05, 2007The Super Bowl wasn't that spectacular. The first quarter was dynamite, but the rest of the game was so-so.
I guess I was a little disappointed that the Bears lost, but what can you do? Anyways, here's a little commentary about all things Super Bowl, even the commercials.
The best commercial was a tough one to pick. The Snickers, Kevin Federline and all of the Budweiser commercials were good.
But you have to like the reported $200 Doritos commercial. Both were hilarious. I cheated though. I saw most of the Super Bowl ads before the game on sites like YouTube, but I still enjoyed them tremendously.
The half-time show wasn't half bad. Prince actually did a good job. His dancers were little hoochies, but that's neither here nor there.
I didn't know he was such an amazing guitar player. He mixed in a little Bob Dylan/Jimi Hendrix and some Foo Fighters. He played Purple Rain and stayed away from obsure song he planned on plugging on his forthcoming album, unlike the Stones did last year.
Phil Simms and Jim Nance stunk it up. Everytime it showed those two dingle berries in the booth I wanted someone to assassinate them for their idocy. Even though I hate to say this, where was John Madden when you need him.
So what Peyton won one. Way to go. I'm more proud of the fact that Dominic Rhodes, MSU alumnus, scored a touchdown in the Super Bowl. He also gained 100 yards and closed the game out for the Colts. It should have at least been his hands on that Red MVP Cadillac, or Joseph Addai. Peyton won it just because his name. He really didn't do anything that amazing. My hat's off to everyone minus Rex Grossman for the Super Bowl. I don't think I've ever seen a quarterback play a more meaningless role than Grossman did last night.
Posted by Clayton Hein at 09:52 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)
Marine Sgt. Gary Johnston
February 02, 2007For all the protestors who show, I wish you a miserable death.
If someone actually has the guts to show up to a fallen soldier's funeral and start yapping beliefs to those in mourning, I say shoot them.
I never really paid much attention when I came across a story about someone protesting a soldier's funeral.
But since it's close to home I took more of notice.
Protesting at a funeral just seems ridiculous. Why do it?
I'm thinking about showing up tomorrow just for the opportunity to strong arm some people.
Most of the people who protest are little punks with no more dope to smoke, or little old ladies with nobody else's business to butt into.
When I think about it, it’s just infuriating.
Why would you do that to someone who died for what they believed in doing?
I could care less if you don't agree with the war, or Bush, or any other the other incompetent national leaders, you shouldn't have any beef with Sgt. Gary Johnston.
My uncle is in the Army, and from what he tells me he's seen enough combat to stretch multiple lifetimes. I have no idea what I would do if someone even thought about protesting his funeral if he died in combat.
Posted by Clayton Hein at 01:59 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)
McCoys, Longhorns and the Superbowl
February 01, 2007Here just some interesting information for the old noggin.
The Bears are Longhorns fans. The McCoys, all the family, are Bears fans, including Brad, Graham's coach and his son, Colt, the starting quarterback for the Longhorns.
It's an interesting relationship tied together, but its still interesting.
Brad McCoy used to help coach camps out in Nevada. The place where Brian Urlacher grew up. It just so happened, McCoy taught there for many years.
Urlacher started a football camp back home after he hit it big and still invited Brad out there to help out, if I remember what Brad told me several months back correctly.
So this season Urlacher was a Longhorns fan. As I guess Benson and Vasher were.
But Brad McCoy went to the college in Abilene. As did Daniel Manning, the rookie defensive back that plays for the Bears.
Benson played at Midland Lee and then for the horns. Now he's about to go to a Superbowl. He never won a national championship as a Longhorn.
He came close, but Chris Simms couldn't get it done.
Colt McCoy won a championship under Vince Young.
So I guess one family in Graham will be rooting for Da Bears Sunday.
I'm guessing their not that big of fans of Peyton Manning.
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