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.
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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.
There was a certain amount of pressure on the young woman who sang the national anthem before the fourth performance of the NFR on Sunday night. And this is why Jackie Schmillen spent most of Sunday in her room at the LVH, making animal noises with her throat.
There once was a song about this place, about Arizona, that said it must belong to San Francisco. That it must have lost its way. That it believes in Robin Hood and brotherhood and colors of green and gray.
One of the traditions of NASCAR Champion’s Week in Las Vegas is that they bring the recently minted titlist to the newspaper office for an interview and a Capriotti’s sandwich.
Alabama football fans across the nation returned to work on Monday morning. All, at last report, had managed to survive the weekend without jumping off a bridge following the Crimson Tide’s stunning defeat to arch-rival Auburn in Saturday’s Iron Bowl.
Do you remember June 27, when the Cavaliers made Anthony Bennett the top overall pick in the NBA Draft?
There was a Summitt meeting in Las Vegas on Friday as day turned into night. It happened behind the big black curtain at the South Point Arena, after the Marquette women beat Tennessee Tech in the Las Vegas Shootout.
It was 64 yards, Chris Schenkel said. Sixty-four thrilling, captivating, collegiate football yards.
Nikki Johnson was one of the faces of the Lingerie Football League. Yes, she was one of its hard bodies, too. Then she had her bell rung a couple of times. She got carted off the field. She broke her wrist and had surgery. And then she got kicked out of the league.
The last time I watched a Canadian Football League game on television with Canadians was 1994. It was in a ballroom at the Imperial Palace. The Canadians were mostly from Edmonton.
It was Thursday afternoon, and a hard rain that would have done Bob Dylan proud was a-gonna fall. In fact, it already was a-fallin’. There would be no baseball on this day. And that was fine by Kris Bryant.
He was an ambitious young attorney then. He was 31. Harvard Law, only seven years removed. He probably wore a tailored suit with a white shirt and a skinny tie, like Don Draper in “Mad Men.” The year was 1963.
The Rebels have been stuck on five wins since Oct. 26. Almost everybody believes it has been a fine season. Another way to look at it is that it has taken Bobby Hauck nearly four years to get the program to where Mike Sanford left it.
Shortly before the start of Sunday’s Rock ’n’ Roll Las Vegas Marathon, I was introduced to a lean man at the Luxor Festival Lot — which last week was known as the Global Rallycross track on the Strip — who looked familiar in a turn-back-the-clock sort of way.
Before this week, the last time I heard from Shane Victorino’s people was July, during the All-Star break. One of his reps said Victorino, who makes his offseason home here, had just become the all-time RBI leader for a major league ballplayer born in Hawaii, thereby breaking Mike Lum’s record, and would I like to talk to him?
Guys helped each other out during the flatbed trailer era of auto racing. It wasn’t so cutthroat then, and you could walk around the pits with a pack of Marlboros rolled up in the sleeve of your T-shirt, and nobody said anything. This is why I think Tom Pfundstein could have raced in those days.
People were stopping by to have their picture taken with Bobby Cleveland, because he is the nine-time national champion of the USLMRA, which stands for United States Lawn Mower Racing Association.
After UNLV opened the basketball season with an exhibition loss to little Dixie State on Friday night, a fellow calling himself Mattyny posted one of the first messages below the Internet pictures, descriptions and accounts of the game.
Two pro bowlers, a football star and a journalist walk into a bowling alley …
I met the real Happy Gilmore on Monday afternoon. His name is Jamie Sadlowski, a 25-year-old former junior hockey player from Alberta, Canada, who can hit a golf ball 475 yards.
On Saturday night, after he posted a rousing score of 90.75 aboard a snorting hunk of beast called Breakdown to take control of these PBR World Finals at the Thomas &Mack Center, the bull rider J.B. Mauney from North Carolina had some huggin’ to do.
This is how John Bisci, the longtime Las Vegas Motor Speedway media expert and drag racing enthusiast, describes the NHRA Mello Yellow Drag Racing tour: “Everybody wants to go home with Wally.”