Corsicana Daily Sun, Corsicana, Texas

October 23, 2012

“O ye of little faith...”

By Dick Platt
Corsicana Daily Sun

— It is only Tuesday morning but I am starting this week’s rant early because I was struck by an epiphany this morning when I got up. Well...maybe “epiphany” is too strong a word but I did experience a renewal of faith in my Denver Broncos.

I am ashamed to say that, after suffering through the first half of Bronco rumbling, fumbling, and stumbling on Monday Night Football, I turned the game off at halftime in utter frustration and stormed off to the bedroom to read myself to sleep. My guys could do nothing right and the dreaded San Diego Chargers had slunk back into their locker room with a 24 to 0 halftime lead. As my late father-in-law used to say when his Dallas Cowboys were having a bad day, “It was just pitty-full!”

Speaking of “pitty-full,” how in the world did the Cowboys manage to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory again Sunday against Baltimore? They may lay claim to being “America’s Team” but they’ll never be dubbed the “End of Game Time Management Team.” I mean, come on! If you make an onside kick and get the ball back with 26 seconds and one time out left, you have got to be able to execute several pass plays and move the ball closer for the winning field goal attempt. One dinky pass completion for no gain, time wasted while players mill around aimlessly, and a kick attempt several acres in length will not hack it.   

But I digress — let’s get back to Monday Night Football. It was not a case of the Chargers playing all that well — but more a case of the Broncos playing “just pitty-full” and handing them 17 of their 24 points. Some of the Bronco “lowlights” went like this. On two consecutive kick receptions, they coughed up the ball in the red zone which resulted in scores for the bad guys. It looked like the Broncos were coming back when Manning completed a pass to a wide-open receiver who was touchdown bound because there was not a defensive player even in the picture. As he was flying solo down the field, he managed to trip over the 40-yard line or a high blade of grass and fall tail over teakettle with nary a hand laid on him. It was like he had been shot by a sniper from the opposing pressbox. Three plays later, a Bronco receiver ran the wrong direction and the Chargers intercepted a Manning pass and ran it back 80 yards for a touchdown. I’m telling you, it was “just pitty-full!”

So, early this morning I dragged my pouty butt out of bed, put on a pot of coffee, turned on Sports Center and — lo and behold — the Broncos had won the game 35 to 24! Can you believe it! They fired off 35 unanswered points in the second half and smothered the Chargers offense with sacks, fumble recoveries, and interceptions. In spite of that first half interception, Saint Peyton of Manning beat back those fearsome San Diego Philistines and led the Broncos to the promised land of a first place tie in the division with 24 of 30 pass completions for 309 yards and three touchdowns. It was the greatest comeback in the history of the Denver Broncos as well as in the history of Monday Night Football and I missed it! I am as guilty as my daddy-in-law of being a fair-weather fan and I feel “just pitty-full.”

Fast is now Thursday and I am feeling a little better about my disloyal self. At this point, I would like to express my appreciation for the many warm regards on our upcoming move to the land of hanging chad elections, blue plate specials, and street-legal golf carts. Also, I am particularly pleased by the positive feedback on my announcement that I plan on continuing my rants in the Daily Sun for the foreseeable future. This is just the kind of stuff that keeps bringing me back to this keyboard each week with the hope of providing you, my adoring public, with my warped view of the world — and maybe a chuckle or two. Here are two examples of the aforementioned feedback:

Last week, as I was getting out of the barber chair at Roy’s, my good friend and hair stylist (yeah, right!), Hollis Riggs made a very sweet farewell speech about how he had enjoyed our bimonthly tete-a-tetes over the past years and how he would miss my business and friendship. I let him go on for a couple minutes, but when it looked like I was going to get a goodbye hug, I was obliged to let him know we wouldn’t actually be making the final move until around the first of the year. At this point, he looked a little taken aback and said, “Well, never mind then!...Next!”

I got a very nice personal note from Mr. John Crawford, Director, at the Collin Street Bakery, who stated how pleased he was that I would continue this column from Sarasota, Florida. Included with the note was a gift certificate for a dozen fresh cookies of my choice. The Little Woman (bless her errand-running heart) is in town today and will be redeeming the certificate. I asked her to inquire at the bakery if those wonderfully decadent apple fritters might be considered “cookies.” They probably won’t go for that and it is a good thing as I would surely make a fool of myself over a dozen of those yummm-o confections and my diet would be set back about six months.

See ya...


Dick Platt is a Daily Sun columnist. His column appears on Tuesdays. Want to “Soundoff” on this column? Email: