Total chaos

Who needs lyrics?

I wanted to take some time to consider the debacle that was Super Bowl XLV, known as the North Texas Super Bowl.

Consider the seating travesty. The botched national anthem. The weather. The injuries due to the falling ice. The seemingly countless number of stolen laptops and briefcases with "sensitive" information. The gates being closed. The fingerpointing.

I was talking with a friend yesterday, and I asked, "Why can't we do anything right?"

Two weeks before the Super Bowl, I wrote a small post about the Super Bowl not seeming real. As if there were all these things that should be happening that weren't. That absence, that void did not feel right.

Quite literally, between the time we learned the area got a Super Bowl, Dallas, Fort Worth and the surrounding areas haven't changed. I dare the city of Arlington to show me all the hotels that were supposed to go up. No alternative means of transportation were brought in. Nothing was done to deal with traffic.

All we had was that dumb stadium. I actually kind of hate that stadium now. It represents how disastrous the last week has been and how embarrassed I was seeing outsiders skate across highways, brave cold temperatures, write stories based little on the game and more all the inane bullshit that surrounded it.

It was Dallas-Fort Worth's time to shine. Instead, it drooped and waited for someone or something to save it.

There were ways to anticipate all of this. There was a chance that bad weather would hit the area in February. A week before, we knew it was coming. Why wasn't salt used? Why weren't more trucks brought in. Not just more for Dallas and Fort Worth. I mean as many trucks as Chicago or Boston might have in a icy, wintery storm.

Then there's the seating issue. Clearly, it was an inept confluence of the fire marshal/city, Jerry Jones, the NFL and the contractor just fucking everything up.

Only in Dallas. Where our general manager and the guy putting this shindig together is seen photographed at bars and clubs with girls that could be his granddaughters.

Only in a city where a jock-sniffing city councilman would give a Philadelphia Eagle -- and convicted felon -- a key to the city. Whilst there was a 100 percent chance that same councilman would not give Ben Roethlisberger even a punch in the arm. And we know why -- and it has nothing to do with rape as much as it does race.

Only in a city that allows the marquee franchise to build their world-renown stadium in a suburb. Then invest $50 million in a football stadium that no one wants to play in.

Only in a city that allows its best and foremost baseball player get so disgruntled that he wants a trade from a World Series team.

For whatever reason, we can do nothing right.

We do not deserve another Super Bowl. I hope we don't get one. It's just another opportunity to screw it up.

The Super Bowl does not feel real

Jerry Jones is ready

According to the clock on The Dallas Morning News' new website that's been taking up space for the last year, the Super Bowl is 16 days and two hours away.

Seems a decade ago that we learned that JerryWorld was awarded the Super Bowl. Excitement was high. It's waned and now it doesn't feel real.

More importantly, it doesn't feel that anyone's ready. Except this strip club. I've seen signage and other flair around town.

However, didn't we hear about all the great stuff that was going to be built for the Super Bowl, like a light-rail line to Arlington? Hotels, restaurants and shit?

Where's all this awesome stuff?

Instead, we've got some new roads around the Turd on the Turnpike. That's about it.

It seems so unreal and we in Dallas and Fort Worth seem very unprepared.

Aggies' 'statement' lost in translation

Playing with the big boys

It was supposed to be a "statement" game for Texas A&M. Unfortunately, the LSU Tigers were also in a position to make their voice be heard.

The Aggies are returning a ton of kids next year and are projected to be the only obstacle between Oklahoma and another Big X (or whatever) championship. A win against LSU in the new Cotton Bowl was going to propel them as a top 10 team in the pre-season.

LSU, too, is returning a bunch of kids and are considered favorites in the mighty SEC.

LSU's statement rang true. They beat A&M 41-24 the other night at JerryWorld.

A&M's defense looked like it hadn't seen a monster like that in a long time and they all played like they hadn't seen a big game in 10 years.

Truth is, they hadn't. LSU's offense and defense had been honed over 10 games in the SEC, where teams either sink or swim. You down dawdle in the SEC like A&M kind of did in the Big XII, where they were able to lose a handful of games in the middle of the season and still figure into the Big XII South title.

In the SEC, three losses kill you. LSU was molded and set amidst the fire and brimstone of Florida, Alabama, Auburn, South Carolina, Ole Miss and others.

LSU looked hungry. They looked like they knew they were title favorites next season and they looked like they were in big games all the time.

They totaled 446 total yards, 288 on the ground. The 10-0 lead the Aggies had built to open the game was long forgotten when LSU scored two quick touchdowns within four minutes of each other to end the first half. And that was all she wrote. You knew the tide was turning and that A&M would need to fight for pride and start thinking of 2011. Or, the 2011 of the spring, summer and fall.

The Big XII, in its final weeks as the Big XII, went a very disappointing 3-5 in their bowl games.