You might remember that ESPN awhile back ran a series centered on the Mt. Rushmore of Sports, ranking the most influential figures in each state’s history. It was a chore for many to identify the top four. Ohio didn’t have room for Oscar Robertson, LeBron James, Jim Brown or Johnny Bench.
It’s tough to overshadow the NFL’s best running back, but Adrian Peterson almost seems to be an invisible man at the moment.
She could have marketed it beyond belief, promoting her brand on the whole skimpy bikini and leaning over the race car thing. She could have followed that television reality show with her family by launching a campaign of skin and dragsters to no end.
As beautiful as it can be to watch Peyton Manning, Tom Brady and Drew Brees work their magic, this NFL season also has an ugly side. We’re seeing a plague of poor quarterbacks and pitiful teams and a disappearance of parity.
The beauty of betting on horse racing is the $100 bankroll player can enjoy wagering as much as the person who comes with $1,000 or more to bet. Your strategy and win goals might differ. But with smart play, profit might be only a horse race away.
Huckleberry Thorn doesn’t roll over or sit up and beg for treats. He doesn’t fetch tennis balls from the pool. He’s not all that big on rubber toys. He doesn’t stand around for 15 minutes waiting for the lighting to be just right while posing for photos.
About three years after politicians and other dignitaries turned over the golden shovels full of dirt at a ceremonial groundbreaking for the long-awaited Clark County Shooting Park, those same individuals joined nearly 250 park supporters at the park’s official dedication ceremony in August.
A screen pass from Brett Favre turned ugly, the Pittsburgh Steelers got a fluke point-spread cover and more favorites continued to win in blowouts. The formula surely had more than a few sports book directors dropping F-bombs.
A rock-solid quarterback in about every aspect, Ben Roethlisberger rarely is a threat to lead the NFL in passing yards. But he’s atop that chart now, and it’s an indicator of the Pittsburgh Steelers’ strange season.
Midway through his sophomore season, Ohio State quarterback Terrelle Pryor is under fire from critics who want to see him benched or switched to wide receiver. None of it makes sense.
Some smart people in horse racing insist this will be the last Breeders’ Cup raced over a synthetic surface, that the two-year run on Santa Anita’s Pro Ride track has been a disaster.
The more Alex Rodriguez tears up pitching in these baseball playoffs, the more he assumes a position as the classic steroids test case in this way:
There have been times over the past few years when I thought the rules of common courtesy and sportsmanship had all but disappeared from the sporting community, but something happened this past weekend that gave me cause to rethink that position. I’m not talking about anything spectacular or life altering, just a simple example of what it means to be a sportsman.
College football is not meant to be played in a stuffy boardroom, where everyone owns identical roles and each move is choreographed. It is not meant to possess the monotony of an upper division lecture on business law.
It was growing late Sunday evening, and the bulletin board wasn’t finished. Darwin Rost hadn’t yet attached all the newspaper clippings and combine numbers and statistics and other important information about the upcoming opponent’s top players.
