If he lined up against the UNLV defense every week, Colin Kaepernick, UNR’s Ostrich-legged quarterback, would be high stepping his way to the Heisman Trophy. He’s not that lucky.
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Somewhere out there, or up there, or wherever they exist, the football gods owe Ryan Wolfe one.
Last winter I wrote about a surge in the number of kayak anglers fishing on lakes Mead and Mohave. Kayaks are not only an excellent source of exercise but also are a stealthy approach to fishing. While fishing at Willow Beach early last spring, a friend of mine caught two stripers that went beyond the 25-pound mark. The fish both hit a trout-imitating swimbait he was trolling behind his kayak.
UNLV plays Holy Cross in men’s basketball tonight at the Thomas & Mack Center, where three officials will run up and down the court, look for infractions, blow their whistles and, if you believe two college professors who studied 365 games during the 2004-05 season, do their collective darndest to even out fouls between the teams.
Dazed and confused most accurately describes how Pittsburgh Steelers quarterback Ben Roethlisberger looked at the end of a long Sunday afternoon in Kansas City.
If the Philadelphia Eagles are to emerge as something other than phonies, it’s imperative that coach Andy Reid and quarterback Donovan McNabb show some urgency.
Scrambling with reckless abandon and throwing darts, freshman sensation Tate Forcier appeared to be the quarterback to lead Michigan into a bright future. Forcier was the savior as he stuck it to Notre Dame in dramatic fashion.
Two recent stories made me wonder if the people running horse racing understand the concept that mistreating your customers is a bad business practice.
Imagine that you put in your time and hard-earned gas money to locate an area that holds quail or chukar. Then imagine that you make the long drive to that newfound honey hole and begin hunting only to learn that your every move is being closely monitored and copied by an SUV full of yahoos you don’t know from Adam.
Jim Rogers has the right idea. If you want to be any good in today’s Bowl Championship Series landscape of college football, you buy the chicken first and then hope it can produce the golden egg.
Always propped up and praised for his higher intelligence, New England Patriots coach Bill Belichick found himself in an odd position Sunday — being fitted for a dunce cap by the talking heads of the national media. But it’s not as simple as that, so this being the NFL, the play call in question is now under further review.
It is in Floyd Mayweather Jr.’s corner now. It is up to him.
Freddie Roach was worried. He had watched Miguel Cotto’s earlier fights on film, watched the power and skill and confidence of a world champion, watched him cut off the quickness of Shane Mosley like a coyote might a jack rabbit’s attempt at escape, watched the jabs and uppercuts and counters and that thunderous left hook.