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They left the twitter to the brilliant social commentators Eric Capper and Carlos Harris.

I'm gonna stand alone in opining that I found the food huge, incredibly salty, and without much merit beyond instant food coma inducing. But Tex-Mex has never been my thing. People who worked there seemed nice enough.

For those who think the BOR will shit the bed, consider that Brint Ryan is a relative newcomer to this whole thing. He's spent the past couple decades focused on bilking the state of Texas out of millions upon untold millions of reverse audit franchise tax dollars, not worried about shades of green, pageantry, or which era of Fry Street was the best. He doesn't worship the UNT of 1975 as the end all be all infallible incarnation of Denton and the university, endlessly grasping as ever decreasing straws to maintain his big fish, small pond ways. So he comes back into the fold a few years ago, and starts kicking ass and taking names, actually demanding standards and results. There are a number of reasons that I wouldn't want to go out and have a beer with the guy personally, but I also believe that he is absolutely NOT of a business as usual at lil' ole' UNT mentality. This guy wants to win. Badly. For these reasons, I have hope that things will improve. The meeting in June did a lot to change my perspective. I don't expect miracles in the way of national championships this season, but I do expect to see some immediate incremental changes that I hope snowball into much bigger things to come.

No tears shed here. That place was NOT my cup of tea.

I would jump at the Mountain West in a New York minute, but I'm biased. I'm from the west, and the teams are more recognizable to me than Charlotte or Old Dominion (which I'm entirely unsure of what state it's even in). As an aside, a major plus for UNT is that only seven of 11 current MWC full members have baseball and most of that is pretty crappy baseball, so they most certainly wouldn't hold it against us that we keep tripping over our own feet on that front. Extra super secret sauce bonus: The entire Mountain West Conference was founded upon a bunch of WAC teams fleeing the incompetent desperation of one Karl Benson. No freaking way he ever comes knocking if we're in that conference.

While you got the correct reference of the upcoming week, in anecdotal experience, I was thinking of a specific parent who used to frequent UNT games. Spending a ton of cash on the "exotic" look seems to be a thing.

Upper middle class white women trying to pull off the Chairman Mao look are not, in my opinion, attractive. The DNC this week will prove my point.

Hell if I know. I'm about as stylish as Napoleon Dynamite.

I forgot to mention Taps and Caps. Has anybody mentioned them yet? Those guys are the BEST as getting in weird craft beer and alerting their regular customers of the super secret stash stuff. You can not go in there for two years, and they'll still remember you, what you like, and know exactly what they've got that you have to have. They've been running Lone Star Beverage in Carrollton for years, and the first Taps and Caps location in Lewisville for I think two years.

Observation isn't data, but I'm going to rely on it anyway. I've observed a lot of athlete families over the past years in various and sundry travels and excursions. I notice that the parents tend to wear the same underarmor uniforms, super tanned, Oakley sunglasses stylishly resting atop the bring of the Nike cap, super short haircuts, and oddly, shaved arms. Little Timmy is wearing similar underarmor uniform, is usually tall and lanky, and always carrying a ball. Sit quietly in the corner and listen to the conversation. Underamor dad will ramble on for hours with a mixture of how little Timmy screwed up, he's better than that, he's going to be a star, dammit! Is little Timmy a star or a cake eater? Does little Timmy want to be a cake eater like failure little Tommy down the street? To third parties, Underarmor dad and his trophy wife who dresses from the sale rack at Pier 1, will tell you that little Timmy can and will take any college he plays for to four years of undefeated national championship seasons. I am of the opinion that there is a segment of our population who puts waaaaay too much emphasis on the hopes and dreams of little Timmy becoming the next John Elway. They dress the part, they spend every dime they've got, they run little Timmy ragged, and this life is all little Timmy knows. Playing in front of 80,000 fans in college prior to signing his multi-million dollar signing bonus on draft day is the only future he knows. Working for it in the humble environs of a CUSA school is for loser Tommy down the street. The glint of hope is that maybe failure Tommy down the street might be the one who's putting in the work on his own, knows that an athletic scholarship is a path to an academic degree and the statistically MUCH MORE LIKELY future of going to work outside sports. Tommy's probably the guy we're after.

As a general rule, I find consultants to be expensive wastes of time who do little more than point out the obvious. However, the myopia at UNT is strong. In this particular case, we may need an outside set of eyes to do exactly that -- point out the obvious...in writing.

The Yelp confirms this. RIP identity crisis sandwich shop that was never open.

So he didn't go to the Twitter School of Carlos Harris?

I'm not ashamed to admit that I've taken advantage of those at Rangers games more than once.

Did you catch a Macgron or a Dodgelash?

Are they contacting temp agencies?

Wait. What? UTEP got in over us because WE didn't have a baseball program? How's that Miner baseball program working out?

Some of my favorites that probably won't get mentioned here: Pupusas: Guadalinda Cafe Tacos: La Estrella Waistline Indulgence: Candy Haven and Kolache Haven Drinks: Ah, who am I kidding? If I ain't at Eastside/Oak Street, I probably ain't drinkin' Never know what you gonna get live music: Andy's Coffee: Cultivar inside Hypnotic Donuts Donuts: Hypnotic Donuts Greek: Yummy's (because really, my kid ruh-heally digs the Greek coffee there) Burgers: You don't really think I'm gonna answer that, do you? Sandwiches: Captain Nemo's or whatever the hell it's called now if you can find them when they're open. Breakfast: Cafe Loco, although I fully intend on trying the Abbey Inn brunch this weekend

I've got reservations for Keiichi on Saturday. Be jealous. Best sushi in Texas. Period.

I just tried installing that on a whim. Doesn't work on my phone. I don't feel my life is any lessor.

So Marshall, Southern Miss, and FIU go. Then we get Arkie St, LaLa, and what, Georgia Southern? One step forward, fifteen steps back. Also, we need an athletic director. Stat.

Nothing gave me a reason to live like the fireworks of shame over at Fouts.

If I ran this place, I'd give both of you a time-out along with my WWII Marine combat veteran fourth grade teacher's favorite rebuke -- a rubber band to the earlobe.

I'm pretty sure this article with its riveting theme of "Some people like their club seats, some don't" is a shoe-in for the Pulitzer.

I admittedly don't know much about Hank other than he broadcast games with George. This article kinda tells me everything I need to know. Also, after George's little impassioned "I can't go home in good conscience without saying this" advertisement at that meeting a couple weeks ago, I find myself unable to listen to the ticket. Guy has lost all my respect.