Some rambling thoughts while wondering if somehow “Star Wars” and “The Wire” could be combined:

• First things first: I was wrong.

In my column last week, I criticized Oklahoma football coach Bob Stoops for attending the Duke-North Carolina basketball game when his home school was ranked higher and playing in another city that night.

Attentive Sooners fans sent me information that Stoops was in North Carolina on business, information another few minutes of research would have revealed.

I wanted to make the point that college coaches are often not held to the standards they preach to their players. I still believe that.

However, Stoops was not the person, and the Duke-UNC game was not the place, to make such an argument. My apologies to Stoops and thanks to the Sooners fans who corrected me.

• In other sports news, I was right, but I’m disappointed.

A few weeks ago, while discussing the revelation that Alex Rodriguez used performance enhancing drugs, I had concerns. In a roundabout way, I said the worst part of the steroids era is  the people who lived clean have no way to prove they didn’t take steroids. And I feared anecdotal evidence would be enough to convict in some cases.

Enter Rick Reilly. In his latest ESPN: The Magazine column, he argues bank robbers shouldn’t get to keep money and steroid cheaters shouldn’t get to keep MVP awards. Reilly argues for giving St. Louis’ Albert Pujols the MVP award in 2004 after he finished third behind Barry Bonds and Adrian Beltre. The charges against Bonds are well documented. But as for Beltre, Reilly argues that while Beltre, “denies ever using PEDs, he fell off the face of the planet once baseball put in stricter steroid suspensions in 2005. If he wasn’t cheating, I’m the Queen Mother.”

Reilly may prove to be right in the end. But baseball’s full of flash-in-the-pan players, and the “whatever happened to” discussions are part of what make baseball enjoyable. So this one time, I hope the Queen Mother wrote this one for ESPN.

• In a recent podcast, columnist Bill Simmons theorized the Oscars creating a new category for movies where the passage of time changes the genre. For example, he says “The Breakfast Club” would now be a comedy. And I think “There’s Something About Mary” would have turned into a funnier “You’ve Got Mail,” because 2009 Ted would just find Mary on Facebook.

But the movie I really wonder about is “Back to the Future II.” It’s always been my favorite BTTF movie, but watching it now feels like monkeys were guessing our future. The 2015 Marty McFly goes to has no Internet, no cellular phones, no text messaging, no social networking sites. But there are self-drying clothes, robot waiters, hoverboards and flying taxis. I doubt we’ll have any of those things in six years, but we’ll have at least two new ways to broadcast to the world that the line at Starbuck’s is too long. I’ll always wonder what Marty and Doc Brown would think of that.

• If you ask a server how a menu item is prepared, and they give you a blank stare, you can translate that to mean, “It’s pre-cooked hundreds of miles away, bagged and frozen, shipped to our storage room and microwaved or boiled when you order it.”

Kevin Wilson is a columnist for Freedom New Mexico. He can be contacted at 763-3431, ext. 313, or by e-mail: kevin_wilson@lnik.freedom.com