Maverick v. Rockford

In my lifetime of permambulations, my endless walkabout, I see this and/or that, from time to time. I had no intention a month ago of being in Norman, Oklahoma. In fact, I hadn’t been in Oklahoma-which may have the nation’s most distubring state history-in 5 years. But when you wander you wander and today I discovered this glorious statue to a truly great American, one of the few I would say is worthy of such an honor. That man is James Garner.

Turns out Garner is from here (buried in Hollywood unfortunately). But….Maverick over Rockford is a bold, questionable choice. I mean, first, Rockford Files is a better show. Second, I watched so much Rockford with my Dad (obviously the real reason for this post). Third, Jim Rockford’s gold Pontiac Firebird. Nothing against Maverick–and the reboot with Mel Gibson was actually pretty good–but to choose Maverick over Rockford is, well, like choosing that total fucking weak ass loser Chet Holmgren over Victor Wembanyana, who just completely destroyed Chet’s career to the extent I doubt he ever recovers, Oklahoma should recast this statue to reflect Rockford’s obvious superiority. Just like they should trade Chet to a team that doesn’t care that he will wilt against anyone remotely physically capable of dominating him.