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If there was any doubt about the glamour division in horse racing, this weekend will settle it. The best of the 3-year-olds, including all three winners of the Triple Crown events, will be showcased on the East Coast.
Whether you use them to haul your big game back to camp or for exploring Nevada’s backcountry, owners of off-highway vehicles soon will have a little more paperwork to complete before they can take their motorized toys out for a spin. With the passage of Nevada Senate Bill 394 during the recent legislative session, state law will mandate the registration and titling of off-highway vehicles.
It’s weird. The Dodgers today own the best record in baseball. They also have the second-best team ERA and average nearly five runs per game. They have a seven-game lead in the average National League West two days before August, which I suppose could be an edge comparable to beginning a 100-yard dash 15 feet from the finish line.
Columnist Ed Graney writes an open letter to the acting president at UNLV, offering advice on the qualities he should seek in a new athletic director.
The future of horse handicapping tournaments is not as rosy as it was. What was once a slam dunk win-win scenario between the host casino or racetrack and the horseplayers has come undone. And it’s the players’ fault.
Some guys have all the luck. They always catch fish. They always draw a big game tag. They always bag the biggest bucks. They always get the girl.
The ball sailed high enough to bring more rain and right enough to worry anyone standing near the visiting on-deck circle, which means the latest first pitch thrown by Oscar Goodman before a 51s game was splendidly perfect.
A few years ago, Monmouth Park management was criticized for paying appearance fee money for star 3-year-old horses to run in the Haskell. As far as I was concerned, they didn’t need to apologize, or even defend themselves, for an aggressive business tactic.
Out there. Out on the wall. Out alongside Aaron and Mathews and Murphy and Niekro and Spahn, for heaven’s sake.
So this is what Casey Affleck and Frank Stallone and Billy Ripken and Mike Maddux felt like. So this is why that whiner Jan Brady ranked among the most annoying characters in television history.
This really does make perfect sense, that the new, big (really big) thing in the Ultimate Fighting Championship is our very own version of Ivan Drago.