I would like to thank the resident scofflaws of Barking Carnival for affording me the opportunity to occasionally write here. Since I am a charter member of the narcissist club (the other co-founder is the oil used in Steve Lavin's hair), I thought I would give you a brief bio before I pitch myself headlong into the abyss.
I've been a UT fan since I can remember; the first game I can recall was watching our 15 - 15 tie against Oklahoma and realizing at the tender age of 7 that our program would likely never recover. It was only later that I realized that with enough money, the right staff (sort of) and the best players in the state that we would once again rule the roost.
I also like UT basketball although I don't watch as much of it as I'd like. I'm probably most familiar with the Penders era which was entertaining on so many different levels--from the many double dribbles of Locksley Collie to the torrid saga of Dexter Cambridge's teeming wads of cash, there was never a dull moment.
I was a Cowboys fan growing up until the Super Bowl victories and then lost all interest, although the comedy that is Wade Philips has pulled me back in to a certain extent (as did the brilliant writer behind tonyhomo.com for awhile).
I like to watch tennis occasionally if only to seek out a grunter as good as Monica Seles (still searching).
I'll only watch golf if the crowd is heckling Monty.
I watch Lucha Libre only because I have to see someone in a skeleton costume at least once a month, and I've burned out on the Karate Kid. When I lived in the SF Bay Area, I used to see midgets at least once a month in random places, so I also watch it for that since I miss gawking at them in an unseemly fashion.
I enjoyed going to Golden State Warriors games because the tickets were cheap and I could watch good basketball (from the opposing team). I was tickled pink when the section I was sitting in a few years back reacted to the prize of a signed pair of sneakers from Adonal Foyle with laughter and derision. I miss those fans. Much better and more informed than the co-eds not paying attention to football games and shouting at Matthew McConaughey back in the late 90s at UT games.
I was a huge fan of the original American Gladiators if only for the fact that seeing women that look like men was somehow thrilling. I miss the Bay Area for the same reason.