The news hit John Richy like a fastball that missed its spot. Square in the heart. “There were no words, nothing you could really say,” Richy recalled. “It was so tough to hear. Devastating. Tragic.”
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Mike Livreri owns the sort of problem most coaches desire and yet never realize, the idea that his Centennial High softball team has won so much, has reached so many levels of success, has produced a program all others chase locally each spring, discovering ways to motivate his players has become a difficult task.
Arch Ward had a simple idea. Help kids and promote amateur boxing. Take fighting off the streets and into a ring. Turn dreams into reality. The same notion exists today, much as it did in Chicago in 1923. The same hope lies within those who continue to champion Golden Gloves boxing.
Things continue to go well for the Las Vegas 51s, despite the fact many of the fifth-graders at Tuesday’s game weren’t aware of the team’s hot start.
I don’t know Joey Nebeker. Never spoke to him. Short of glancing at the Boise State basketball media guide from last season, I wouldn’t have a clue what he looks like. He might as well be Joey Logano without the racecar.
A confession: I don’t want to see it as badly as I do Manny Pacquiao pummel Adrien Broner, but time will pass, and September will arrive, and if that is indeed when Floyd Mayweather Jr. continues his six-fight contract with Showtime, the only opponent worth a pay-per-view receipt again is Marcos Maidana.
Oscar De La Hoya strikes me as a man who doesn’t buy the idea that recognizing power in another doesn’t diminish his own.
TBE, Floyd Mayweather’s latest acronym to describe his place in boxing history — The Best Ever — falls short on the reality side of the ledger. He never has been. He never will be.
There is a time and place for contract discussions, and this isn’t it, not for a coach whose side has an opportunity to make the sort of history UNLV’s athletic department rarely enjoys from one of its leading sports.
The controversy surrounding Donald Sterling and the fact the NBA has the power and desire to make him sell the Los Angeles Clippers opens the door slightly for broader thoughts on the possibility of a team landing in Las Vegas sooner than later.
Khem Birch decided to leave UNLV and declare for the NBA Draft. There’s a question if he’ll get drafted, but no question it’s a big loss for the Rebels.
UNLV is tied for second in the Mountain West, four games back of New Mexico in the loss column, and what felt like a certainty a few weeks ago when it came to NCAA at-large chances for the Rebels isn’t all that assured now. Which in no way has their head coach worried.
I’m not sure if winning leads to more dialogue. Or if larger crowds translate to the opening of minds and doors in and around City Hall. Or if success on a scoreboard means more in a board room.
The Academic Progress Rate, the measure by which the NCAA tracks eligibility and retention rates of student-athletes, isn’t as straightforward a system as some would believe. It’s like most things in life: Money might be the root of all evil, but it sure does benefit those with the fattest wallets.
She needed a throwing partner. That’s where the story begins. On a softball field, near the end of intramural workouts in February 2013, two freshmen at Valley High joined by the uncomplicated act of warming up.
A few years didn’t change much, huh?
The doorstep calls them all at some point. It beckons with truths about age and fading skills and stories about greatness abating from one’s Hall of Fame resume. Manny Pacquiao is being called, but is convinced it’s far too early.
It took more than a decade for the UNLV football program to exhibit some semblance of respectability. It took one news conference Thursday to severely damage all that positive energy.
The quest to open eyes of NCAA suits about their short-sighted views and mistaken opinions when it comes to staging championship play in Las Vegas doesn’t soon appear to be changing.
Connecticut is a national champion for the fourth time because when it comes to the final of each season, this almost always holds up: The side that executes those things thought inessential during a season is the one cutting down nets at its end.
When the Wildcats of Kentucky start a lineup of all freshmen against Connecticut in tonight’s national championship game at AT&T Stadium, it will be the first time in a final since the Fab Five of Michigan did so in losing to Duke in 1992.
This is the new normal. The way college basketball will look more often than not each March.
Three years ago, Connecticut won the national championship. Shabazz Napier was a freshman on that team. So too was Roscoe Smith.
Cinderella stayed home. Forget that Kentucky is an 8 seed and Connecticut a 7. Of those teams that have advanced to the Final Four of the NCAA Tournament, all are major programs and three have won multiple national championships.