tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22105538.post6049173330979205049..comments2023-05-31T04:06:41.760-04:00Comments on Daddy D's Story Time: A Kick in the JockstrapDarrellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16371650199312363087noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22105538.post-34420615022796234732007-04-20T20:38:00.000-04:002007-04-20T20:38:00.000-04:00JDB, Your comment was worth all the trouble. Than...JDB,<BR/><BR/> Your comment was worth all the trouble. Thanks for a well thought-out response. I actually agree with you. Stay in touch.<BR/><BR/>-JDRDarrellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16371650199312363087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22105538.post-15442997654532077642007-04-20T20:00:00.000-04:002007-04-20T20:00:00.000-04:00Sorry for posting a million times. I thought my co...Sorry for posting a million times. I thought my computer was screwing up, but realized your blog is set to approve comments before posting.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22105538.post-2631417260861206412007-04-20T19:57:00.000-04:002007-04-20T19:57:00.000-04:00Actually, Shreveport was just an innocent bystande...Actually, Shreveport was just an innocent bystander in the carnage. Most intelligent readers of the Dallas Observer will be able to figure that out. <BR/><BR/>Richie Whitt could have written about Quincy Carter's new life and job in a charming southern city. But who the hell wants to read that? <BR/><BR/>Imagine for a moment that you are unlucky enough to live in Dallas. Now picture yourself ordering a latte and grabbing a free copy of the Observer underneath the coffee shop window. You're now sitting down, soothing yourself with slow sips and a long, bitterly snarky tale of the banishment of a once-vaunted member of the almighty Cowboys. Imagine the sinful twinges of inner delight as you savor every delicious detail about Quincy Carter's downgraded status in professional sports, in a depressing southern backwater where instant replay images are relegated to scratchy black-and-white jumbotrons.<BR/><BR/>Feel better yet? I know I do!<BR/><BR/>As he started driving east from Dallas on Interstate 20, Richie surely had the piece written in his mind long before he got as far as Waskom. I'm guessing he was somewhere outside of Marshall when he excitedly made a mental note of his brilliant "shit/Shreveport" alliteration. The whole thing is just too easy.<BR/><BR/>Back when I lived in Shreveport, I would've been just as horrified as Darrell is if an article like that had appeared in a big-city paper. Now on the outside looking in, I realize the problem here is not what outsiders say about Shreveport in the media. It's that so many locals are still insecure enough about their interesting, vibrant and growing hometown to even care. <BR/><BR/>You don't have to recite all the new sports teams and movie productions in town. You don't have to run down all the great food, the festivals, the music, the way of life. You don't even have to remind me how many Texas license plates are littering the casino parking garages. <BR/><BR/>All you need to do is say it to yourself and really believe it: "I live in a fantastic place!" Your town has already arrived. Believe it.<BR/><BR/>This may sound stupid, but when the locals truly decide to be obnoxiously proud of Shreveport/Bossier, and when that attitude permeates in the media and on all the blogs, you'll be shocked to see what will happen.<BR/><BR/>As for readers of the Dallas Observer, the back page ads for gay male escorts will likely catch far more attention than whatever ax Richie Whitt has to grind with Shreveport - or more accurately, with Quincy Carter. <BR/><BR/>Next time someone takes a shit on Shreveport, just let it go. Very few are really listening.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22105538.post-50350912846242961092007-04-19T11:40:00.000-04:002007-04-19T11:40:00.000-04:00If Shreveport is so bad then why does most of Texa...If Shreveport is so bad then why does most of Texas(mostly Dallas - Fort Worth folks) feel compelled to visit every week? <BR/><BR/>And it's not a new syndrome. We've been entertaining Texans for over 150 years. We had the largest legal redlight district of any city our <BR/>size back in the day and then we developed The Bossier Strip and now riverboat casinos. <BR/><BR/>Mr. Whitt didn't have to be so snarky. It's unfortunate that snark <BR/>is being passed off as thoughtful prose these days. Or perhaps Mr. <BR/>Whitt is just another underpaid and overworked newspaper journalist and we should feel sorry for him until he puts in enough years so he <BR/>can take a sabbatical and write his "great American novel."Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05388181221813954181noreply@blogger.com