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We've had a busy stretch in the Metroplex with just team after team after team [but not another "after team"] vying for championships. The Dallas Stars didn't make it to the NHL Finals, but the Mavericks did, so they're headed to Boston tonight.

As a beloved member of the American Youth Baseball Hall of Fame, loyal Scaiaholics will recall my history as a baseball umpire.

Loyal Scaiaholics will recall my rich history with auto racing. And by "rich history," I mean, "The marketing people at the McLaren dealership let me, against their better judgment, take one of their cars for a test drive."

Kid Rock's concoction for America is coming to AT&T Stadium this weekend. This particular concoction requires four million pounds of dirt.

We always have a great time talking about new dishes being served at stadiums around the Metroplex. One of the central themes is the innovation shown by the chefs for these teams.

Just a few of us have been weighing in on the chief executive of NPR explaining you can't, like, define a word like "truth," man.

Sure, it might seem like Frank Sinatra and Kid Rock don't have much in common, but after discussing Rock's catalogue, an associate texted and encouraged me to check out Sinatra's own work straddling different genres.

Sure, everyone in society is fed up with each other. But for three minutes and 51 seconds this week, we took a break from arguing about politics on social media to look at the sky. NASA, NOAA and the National Science Foundation hosted an eclipse watch party at the Cotton Bowl.

As defending world champions, the Texas Rangers recognized there is no off position on the genius switch, so they've been working during the offseason to innovate.

Kid Rock is teaching us all a lesson about taking risks and embracing our differences. He came to Arlington this week to announce he's starting a rodeo that'll coincide with the PBR World Finals in May.

The Perot Museum is built with hands-on exhibits to spark kids' interest in science, to make them want to ask questions.

We could all use a pick-me-up to help us through the 2024 election, which is still eight months away.

Greg Abbott was campaigning for members of the Texas House of Representatives who have primary opponents. He started the morning in North Richland Hills, north of Fort Worth, at 8:30. He was due in Huntsville, 200 miles away, by 12:15. Then he was campaigning for Republicans with primary challengers in Pearland, south of Houston, at 3:30.

In this post-apocalyptic wasteland where we spent hours having to make phone calls over wifi and another mysterious balloon questions our very place in this universe, you may be feeling lost.

One-stop shopping has made our lives more convenient. You can head to a department store and buy, for example, some macaroni and cheese and a Tom Petty CD.

"Why aren't they showing any of the 49ers girlfriends?!" an associate mentioned as we watched the Super Bowl. "That's favoritism."

An associate from high school texted this morning, "Well, [expletive], Toby Keith died!"

I went to AT&T Stadium Sunday for the announcement of match assignments for the 2026 World Cup.

It's been cold in Texas the past couple weeks <#breaking, #icymi>, which is ideal weather for shoving a microphone in people's face to ask them how they feel.

Each year, I go home to Ohio at Christmas to spend time with the family. And each year, my mom sends me back to Texas with a bunch of stuff from my childhood she wants out of her house.