No one had to tell him. He could see it growing on his father’s face. He knew something was terribly wrong.
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This is the kind of car Kyle Busch drove Sunday in the NASCAR Shelby 427 at Las Vegas Motor Speedway: One that was loose all afternoon, needed major adjustments, wasn’t the fastest, started from the back and was average enough for Busch’s crew chief to say the team needed to scratch and claw and kick and spit and fight just to have an opportunity at winning.
The telephone was going to ring. T.C. Russell knew it as sure as he knew his name. It was going to ring, and he was going to answer, and life immediately would become more chaotic than the streets of Pamplona with a bunch of bulls running through.
Late at night, if you are within a bounce pass of Main Street, you hear the rattling sound.
One name jumped off the page when I got my ballot for this year’s horse racing Hall of Fame inductions at Saratoga: Bob Baffert.
To know Brendan Gaughan, you have to know about those six guys who were out of work in 2007. Some with wives and children and mortgages.
When Carmel Canyon homeowners launched their first volley of shots against the Clark County Shooting Park early last year, one of their biggest complaints was about the noise they expected to be associated with the park.
SALT LAKE CITY — The best thing you can say today: A strategy for UNLV’s basketball team to make a third straight NCAA Tournament has become abundantly clear.
If it were a movie, it would have more twisted endings than “Planet of the Apes” and “Perfect Stranger” combined. It would be even crazier than when you discovered Dr. Malcolm Crowe was dead all along in “Sixth Sense.”
Lee Cummard long ago reached that unique level as an athlete, the one where he is not above creating artificial motivation when there is a shortage of the real stuff.
This is prime season for horse handicapping tournaments in Las Vegas. Today we’re into the second day of the Horseplayer World Series at The Orleans.