Sports Columns
One of the endearing qualities about sports is that sometimes, Jupiter aligns with Mars. Then either peace guides the planets, or all hell breaks loose. It could go either way.
After two weeks, Brett Favre might regret returning for another NFL season. And after two weeks, crowds of bettors almost certainly wish the entire league had not come back.
I saw Yorvit Torrealba naked. It happened a few weeks ago in San Diego. I was in the Padres’ locker room, waiting on Ryan Ludwick, when a blinding flash of bare rear end entered my peripheral vision.
Only a fool would buy what Rick Neuheisel is selling now. When he took over as UCLA football coach three years ago, he was arrogant and full of bold talk.
It was September 1944. The Allies, after liberating Paris, had entered Germany. In December, Germany would begin its last-ditch offensive at the Battle of the Bulge. Soon, it would all be over.
A couple of seconds after Tony Romo scrambled and fired the apparent winning touchdown pass, the Dallas Cowboys’ celebration was canceled. The NFL is a roller coaster of emotions that we as bettors buy tickets to ride every Sunday, from morning to night.