Thursday, January 17, 2008
Now, I don't want to be mean, and I'm not making light of the pain and suffering of others, but I'm so glad that dad-burned football season is over for big teams centered in and around Dallas. Sunday afternoon I decided to go the shorter, more sensible route to my folks' house which involved a spot of travel on Loop 12. Well, waddayaknow if there wasn't a massive bottleneck of traffic involving people trying to exit to Texas Stadium in Irving? I get it. Y'all want to go to your game. Ok, alright already. But why must an 8-lane expressway come to a crawl? I could see the exiting lane, or even possibly two lanes moving more slowly and backing up, but *sheesh.*
And the backup started about 2 miles from the stadium and there was a haze of smoke around the parking lots surrounding the stadium. What do we have here? A bivouac of Civil War reenactors? Scores of jalopies that all made their death-crawl to the stadium one last time, giving up the ghosts in the parking lot, resplendent with throwed-rods and under-hood fires? Oh, no. Bubbas far and wide brought they grills and set up back-yard style cookout events. Whatever happened to a simple basket of goodies? Apparently there's nothing simple to it, anymore. At least I can respect the one guy I heard of who goes to NASCAR events with a margarita machine gerry-rigged with an under-sink garbage disposal for ice-crushing and mixing. Schlepping a grill out? Well, I don't know what to call that.
All the better for Dallas when the Cowboys move into their new stadium over at Arlington, and good rivets, as my baby sister used to say. Let the good folks of Arlington deal with the traffic snarls, the increased municipal taxes and the soused sport fans on their roadways.