He doesn’t move all that fast. His wheelchair is positioned as a defensive protector of the goal line. Most times, others push beyond him through the orange cones and score with ease.
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The boss has a twisted sense of humor, which is why I wasn’t surprised when he told me the first thing I should do when meeting a group of youth soccer players from Transylvania would be to slice open a wrist and see if they came running at the sight of blood. What a kidder, that Joe Hawk.
F or those who missed the entire first half of UNLV-New Mexico basketball on television Wednesday evening, those who sat clutching their remotes tighter and tighter as two Top 25 teams went at it but were nowhere to be found on the ol’ tube, you can be certain one theme defined the matchup from its outset.
Matt Shaw says it wasn’t about making a statement, because he has been part of a college basketball program for years now and understands the roller-coaster ride that is a 30-game regular season. He has seen how rhythm shooting can propel teams to unbelievable stretches of play, how it can demoralize even a ranked opponent.
UNLV needs to play basketball today as if it’s the one opening a jaw and showing teeth. It needs to clamp down and not let go.
At an NCAA Tournament party inside a South Point ballroom in March, hundreds of college basketball fans gathered for the opening day of games.
They ate (some), drank (a lot) and wagered (even more). They cheered and booed. They shot baskets for prizes. They laughed when Brigham Young lost another first-round game.
The telephone in the high school football coach’s office rang a few days after the announcement of a hiring at UNLV. The visit came shortly thereafter.
The annoying thing is not that Tim Tebow has chosen now to restate his Christian values before the world but rather that anyone would question the timing.
It was at the Super Bowl a few years back, during the commissioner’s annual news conference two days before kickoff, when I asked Roger Goodell about the possibility of an NFL team ever making Las Vegas home.
I searched for a reason to feel bad about it, mad about it, somehow as an NBA fan (from mid-April on, of course) cheated by it, and couldn’t discover one.
His alarm clock would sound at 3 a.m., and by 5:30, Tom Smallwood would have made the 90-minute drive through Michigan to the General Motors plant in Pontiac. He would assume his spot in the assembly line and wait for the next truck to roll by. He would bolt in the seat belts, make certain the most important safety feature of any automobile was secure and await the next one. He would do this for eight to 10 hours a day, for about 400 new trucks a shift.
Well, at least the time away didn’t ruin Brock Lesnar’s appetite for controversy. This can be a good thing for the Ultimate Fighting Championship. You can market a despised heavyweight champion as much as a beloved one.
Shane Mosley today is the intern trying to land a full-time gig, the freshman quarterback told to carry the senior starter’s helmet, the student with failing grades and no extra credit work completed.
Now appearing at the Improv inside Harrah’s … Jim Boylen.
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