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You might remember that ESPN awhile back ran a series centered on the Mt. Rushmore of Sports, ranking the most influential figures in each state’s history. It was a chore for many to identify the top four. Ohio didn’t have room for Oscar Robertson, LeBron James, Jim Brown or Johnny Bench.
She could have marketed it beyond belief, promoting her brand on the whole skimpy bikini and leaning over the race car thing. She could have followed that television reality show with her family by launching a campaign of skin and dragsters to no end.
Huckleberry Thorn doesn’t roll over or sit up and beg for treats. He doesn’t fetch tennis balls from the pool. He’s not all that big on rubber toys. He doesn’t stand around for 15 minutes waiting for the lighting to be just right while posing for photos.
The more Alex Rodriguez tears up pitching in these baseball playoffs, the more he assumes a position as the classic steroids test case in this way:
College football is not meant to be played in a stuffy boardroom, where everyone owns identical roles and each move is choreographed. It is not meant to possess the monotony of an upper division lecture on business law.
It was growing late Sunday evening, and the bulletin board wasn’t finished. Darwin Rost hadn’t yet attached all the newspaper clippings and combine numbers and statistics and other important information about the upcoming opponent’s top players.
There is a proverb about adversity that says if you faint in the day of it, your strength is small. Ernie Gonzalez believes he has help in such troubling times.
On second thought, perhaps Mike Sanford should remain UNLV football coach for the next decade or so. These 7 p.m. kickoffs can be tough on the ol’ deadline writing skills, but with the Rebels of late, you always have a pretty good idea where things are headed at halftime.
Expectation vs. reality. It’s a common encounter for UNLV basketball this time of year, for all college teams the second week of October.
The kicks. Had to love them. They were silver and shaped in a way Ryan Moore could have played both 18 holes and a few hours of pickup basketball with no issues. It’s as if Fukijama went to work for Puma.
If this is bouncing back, I’d hate to see what UNLV’s football team looks like when it’s not focused.
Effort should be the one guaranteed trait a football player owns. Speed. Strength. Skill. Smarts. You can lack in all of these and still play hard.
If his son wasn’t a member of the California Redwoods, I might have thought Denzel Washington attended the United Football League’s inaugural game Thursday night to scout talent for a new movie.
I have met UNLV president Neal Smatresk once. I have spoken to him twice. I know he ran track and swam in high school. I know he has a daughter who played soccer and a son who played baseball. I know his wife enjoys watching volleyball.
