Balls of Steel’s AFL Beat – Midweek Special!

I know you're disappointed that, for travel-related reasons, your weekly dose of AFL Beat will be delayed. In an effort to tide you over, I offer this little analysis I did in which I asked the question:  What if the NFL used the AFL system to determine playoff seedings? I compiled the

CrimeBeat!: For Whom The Bell-End Tolls

It was another boring week here at CrimeBeat!- no one went batshit at the Combine, there were no Fax Machine Malfunctions at the franchise tag deadline, but (as far as we know) no one punched, choked or otherwise abused a spouse or child, so....progress? In the great journalistic tradition of

DFO’s Spooktacular Halloween in review

Halloween is over and everyone is recovering from alcohol poisoning or diabetic shock ( A typical Sunday/Monday if you're Andy Reid). Or maybe you stayed in because you made the mistake of eatign a Halloween whopper and feared you contracted salmonella (#whyismypoopgreen?) Statistically speaking as an adult you either dressed up

The #Humblebragger

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten Oilers lore—     While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a thudding, As of some one violently chopping, chopping at my chamber door. “’Tis Earl Campbell,” I muttered, “running over some defender poor—             Only this

The Texan Football Experiment

In 2013, researchers at the University of Houston exposed five people to an entire season of some of the worst football of all time. Promising potential subjects the opportunity to watch every minute of an all-time great season by a generational defensive football talent, rent-free and supplied with endless barbecue,

The Monkey’s Paw : A Texan Tale

Years ago I went to a dinner party. In attendance at this party were an old soldier, who had traveled extensively in India and a Houston Oilers fan. After dinner, over brandy and cigars, the Oilers fan was complaining about Bud Adams's management of the team. He

Selfieman

"Come on man, do it." "No, I don't want to." "What, are you SCARED?!" "No! I just...don't want to do it!" "You'll never have a chance at starting in the NFL unless you do it! Everybody does it!" "Unless you blow out your knee you mean...." "Whatever." "OK FINE!! I'm not scared!" Zach Mettenberger enters the Tennessee Titans'

The Dirk Half

A number of years ago, back before my children were born, I traveled quite a bit for work. One fall I found myself in Little Rock, Arkansas for a two week assignment. Little Rock isn't much of a city for tourists, so during the weekend I was there I thought

Don’t Turn on the Lights!

Sarah commandeered the room in the basement of her dorm as soon as she realized she would have to pull an all-nighter in order to prepare for tomorrow’s mid-term exam. Her roommate, Skylar, liked to get to bed early, so she packed up everything she thought she would need and went

In the Dome of Dementia

How we came to that blasphemous place is a tale so unworthy of the appalling events that succeeded it that I hesitate to offer any word on the subject at all. Suffice to say we were retained through intermediaries acting on behalf of what they would only describe as "a party