From the Crow’s Nest
by CLINT YOUNTS
Well, it looks like we just might get the NFL back this year after all. Last week, it looked pretty dismal. The owners had a death-grip on their money clips and the overpaid players were refusing to work unless they got a raise. Neither side was budging. It was a stalemate! But, lo and behold, just days after my column appeared in the paper and on Facebook, the owners and players began working together, doing some give-and-take, and things are looking brighter. Now, I doubt Jerry Jones read my Crow’s Nest column and passed it around to Peyton, Drew and other NFL players who can actually read, but it could’ve happened. Or perhaps someone else climbed onto the bargaining table and informed these guys that without a football season, there’s no money for the 2012 models at the Mercedes dealership, and the mortgage is due on Reggie’s new mansion.
If you want to believe I had something to do with saving the NFL, you go right ahead. I suspect you also believe there really are chupacabras and big-footed monsters living in Texas. Sure, occasionally I write something that may actually be newsworthy and informative, and I apologize for that, but most of the stuff that arises out at the Crow’s Nest is synonymous to what is dropped from the south end of a northbound bull. Blame it on the heat or the stuff I use to rehydrate my withered tongue, but rarely do I write a column that makes the reader sit back and ponder on the subject at hand. Until now…
