In the beginning, it wasn’t about a formless wasteland or darkness covering the abyss or mighty winds sweeping over the waters.
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Ed Graney
Ed Graney is a sports columnist for the Las Vegas Review-Journal, covering a variety of topics and the Las Vegas sports scene.
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Brian France has been hanging around the garage too long because the fumes seem to be messing with his senses.
Baseball numbers when deciding Hall of Fame worthiness are sort of like the teenager with a purple and green Mohawk and a piercing dangling from his tongue.
Don Logan has learned to deal with frustration the way a Los Angeles commuter does traffic. He endures it.
Children will wake today and run to their fathers, to present them with cards and gifts and words of affection. Lance Ringler will feel such love from two, from the son he and wife Missy had six years ago and the daughter they wanted to raise since first holding her as an infant.
It’s true. A few of them look like Popeye. They have arms meant for T-shirt sizes not available to the general population. They all could be named Roy, and you wouldn’t blink. If there are necks attached to some, it would take the boys from CSI Miami to find them.
Gary Bettman has a job, so it’s not as if the NHL commissioner was running for some political office when speaking hypothetically this week.
The Wranglers have for six years been a cruise ship gliding around the Caribbean, directed by people with a deep affection for the organization and a profound enthusiasm for producing a stellar product.
Tim Chambers will be the one to manage the madness. To guide the publicity-loaded vessel through choppy waters of scrutiny. To bring some calm into the storm of hype.
The United Football League will announce logos and colors and nicknames and sponsorship deals for its four franchises in the coming weeks, another step in the process of selling the new venture to whatever fan base is created by more football in the fall.
What nobody wants to hear: The problem isn’t Scott Boras. The problem is baseball, at seemingly every turn, can’t wield a strong enough hammer.
Recognizing that I volunteered as a Ranger, fully knowing the hazards of my chosen profession, I will always endeavor to uphold the prestige, honor and high esprit de corps of the Rangers.