These were my thoughts a couple of years ago upon witnessing USA Sevens Rugby at Sam Boyd Stadium for the first time:
Subscribe to Ron Kantowski RSS feed
He is from Wisconsin, and if truth be known, his sports uniform of choice probably would be a wrestling singlet, given he once was an All-America grappler at the university in Madison. But come the first week of every December, Las Vegas Events president Pat Christenson dons a cowboy hat to celebrate the National Finals Rodeo coming to town. He has been donning that cowboy hat for so long that he almost looks good in it.
Crystal Riley and Bobby Dezarov moved up their wedding plans on the chance that Kyle Busch might attend their Las Vegas wedding. That’s how the NASCAR driver ended up as a groomsman, standing before the pastor at the Chapel of the Bells.
Before he was a stand-up comic — and before he was the voice of Muddy Mudskipper and Albert the Foul-Mouthed Bass on the “Ren & Stimpy Show” — Harris Peet was employed by the Los Angeles Kings. As a practice/emergency goalie. During the Gretzky years.
I saw Dick Fosbury’s Mazda commercial on TV on Friday night. On Saturday, I met the man in person, outside the big curling competition at Orleans Arena. This is what some people would call serendipity.
Before the last Winter Olympic Games in Vancouver, British Columbia, the only curling match I ever had witnessed featured John, Paul, George and Ringo in the Beatles’ movie “Help.” After one of the curling stones was rigged with a bomb — George called it a “fiendish thingy” — and Beatles-movie type hilarity ensued, I don’t recall who won, only that the Beatles sang “Ticket to Ride” or one of those songs from the soundtrack.
Tennessee. Nebraska. Arkansas. Clemson. West Virginia. Arizona State twice. Home and away. If I had to guess, UNLV baseball coach Tim Chambers isn’t all that worried about becoming bowl eligible.
With the Packers having been eliminated and still thawing out in Green Bay, none of the past weekend’s NFL playoff games were played on tundra. Which is unfortunate. Because playoff games are better on tundra.
It was high noon at CES, the annual consumer electronics buzzfest, and Steven C. Barber was looking for a pretty woman with man hands. If you have walked the convention center floor during CES, you know this is like finding a needle in Don King’s bouffant. Perhaps the man hands will make her easier to spot.
It was the summer before last, before Manchester United played a friendly soccer match at Sam Boyd Stadium, when I was chatting with Dick Calvert about The Beautiful Game.
Ken Gurnick and 15 other baseball writers blew it by not voting for Greg Maddux for the Baseball Hall of Fame as some form of protest despite his 355 wins and laundry list of other accomplishments.
A couple of nights before last year’s Indianapolis 500 we were at the airport in Indy, picking up our rental car, and the girl wearing the blazer said all they had was a Prius. That was the last electric car, or sort of electric car, I paid much attention to until Monday,
When I woke Monday, there were 381 messages in my email box. Too many. For 2014, I have resolved to keep it under 100. So, straight from my email box:
Until Saturday night, when they left the backdoor open and lost to Princeton West at home, it had been going pretty well for the Rebels. The basketball Rebels.
The Wranglers, who over 11 seasons have become something of a staple on the local sports scene, will become unstapled from Orleans Arena at the end of the season.
The great Michael Schumacher, fighting for life, because of a skiing accident? That doesn’t add up. He even was wearing a helmet.
How many people around here wish UNLV were playing Arkansas or somebody like that in its bowl game on Wednesday morning? (Ooh! Ooh-Ooh! That was me raising my hand and doing an Arnold Horshack impression.)
If you were at the South Point over the weekend and made a wrong turn at the Garden Buffet, you might have stumbled onto a basketball game that looked like 1964. Nearly all of the players had short hair, with the taller ones appearing to be 6 feet 3 inches. They did not dunk the basketball. They took care of it, though, and they ran plays. They set screens for each other, passed to each other, cheered for each other.
It was Dec. 15, 1984, and the Hawaiian Airlines charter, a DC-9, was sitting on the tarmac at the air terminal in Fresno, Calif., ready for takeoff.
Just when you thought Jerry Tarkanian was never going to get into the Naismith Basketball Hall of Fame, he got in.
Mike Martin, the longtime director of the Las Vegas Baseball Academy (and former Chicago Cubs) catcher who has been fighting bladder cancer, recently received word he is cancer free.
Edi Gomez, who used to run around with the Rat Pack in Las Vegas before he ruled the local American Legion baseball program with two iron fists, died at home on Friday. He was 92.
Telltale signs your favorite college football team has accepted an invitation to a lousy bowl game:
By now, the cowboys and cowgirls of the National Finals Rodeo are headed back to Stephenville, Texas, where it seems most of them are from, and to the other dusty cow towns. Or they will be headed home shortly, because I heard Las Vegas is plumb out of whiskey.
Before Tuesday, the last time I saw David Hollis, who played defensive back for UNLV in the 1984 California Bowl, was 1994. He still was known as “Hot Dog” Hollis then.