It was going on 3 a.m. today, and Kevin McGlue, the play-by-play announcer for the Colorado Eagles, was in a station break after the Wranglers beat the guys he travels with 3-0 in the annual Midnight Circus hockey game at Orleans Arena.
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It was March 2011, and the Lady Rebels had just beaten Utah in their regular-season finale. Three days later, they would play Utah again, in the first round of the Mountain West Tournament.
I’m watching women’s curling at the Winter Olympics. The skip from Sweden has just put the stone exactly where she had to put it on the last throw of the match.
It was about 10 years ago when some local soccer enthusiasts got this idea to put on a grand kids’ soccer tournament, figuring that if they did it right, kids from far and wide might come here to play.
If you have been watching the Winter Olympics only in prime time, you may be under the impression these Games consist mostly of figure skating and the men’s and women’s half-pipe. And about 15 minutes of alpine skiing and/or short track speed skating, which is sort of like roller derby on ice.
A couple of years ago I went to the West Coast Conference Hall of Fame breakfast hoping to talk to Bo Kimble about shooting free throws left-handed and playing UNLV in the NCAA Tournament. I wound up talking mostly with NFL Hall-of-Famer Bob St. Clair.
Danica Patrick takes the high road after NASCAR legend Richard Petty says she was capable of winning a Sprint Cup race only “if everybody else stayed home.”
Amid the debate over whether the NFL is ready for an openly gay player, such as Michael Sam, remember that the great Vince Lombardi was, and Lombardi seemed like an old-fashioned guy if there ever was one.
Because I am of the opinion that most people take sports way too seriously, I am happy there are the Washington Generals, and that on their official website there is a photo of a chalkboard depicting the times they have lost to the Harlem Globetrotters.
You might not be able to get them on TV in Las Vegas, but the D-Backs show some love for their real hometown by donating $600,000 worth of uniforms to Phoenix-area Little Leagues.
On Friday night, the Las Vegas Wranglers wore hockey sweaters with the UNLV logo on front to benefit the Dave Rice Foundation. But if you wanted to watch actual UNLV students dump and chase the puck while wearing UNLV sweaters, you had to be at SoBe Ice Arena at the Fiesta Rancho on Friday and Saturday where the Rebels’ club hockey team was playing San Diego State.
On this night 50 years ago I was 7, gathered around a black-and-white TV set, watching “The Ed Sullivan Show.” That Ed Sullivan show. The one with the Beatles.
Before the gentlemen start their engines for the Boyd Gaming 300 at Las Vegas Motor Speedway, before the announcers tell TV viewers to “crank it up” after coming back from a Chevy commercial — even before Kyle Busch makes another driver mad by passing in a place where one is not supposed to pass — somebody must first sing the national anthem.
Long before his 22-year run on “The Tonight Show,” our columnist found Jay Leno in Albuquerque, waiting to catch a flight to Farmington, N.M., to do stand-up comedy at the Best Western.
Some people wearing business attire and hardhats (and winter coats) put shovels in the ground the other day in Nashville, Tenn. This is a telltale sign the Nashville Sounds are getting a new triple-A ballpark.
It has been a good week, sort of, for Anthony Bennett, the former UNLV basketball whiz and much-maligned top overall pick in the most recent NBA draft. For starters, Houston Rockets general manager Daryl Morey called Royce White the worst NBA first-round draft pick ever. Not Bennett.
You know how radio DJs always are doing something crazy to attract attention? Well, the hosts of the Morning Show at KOMP 92.3-FM did something a little more philanthropic before the Super Bowl to call attention to themselves. They made four proposition bets on the big game for homeless Las Vegans. Two of the bets paid off.
Las Vegas’ entry in the obscure but longstanding World Team Tennis league became official today. It was announced the Las Vegas Neon would replace the Sacramento Double Faults, or whatever the team that sometimes played matches in a mall parking lot was called.
I wonder how Art Howe feels about this. That was one of the first things that popped into mind on Sunday when I read that Philip Seymour Hoffman was dead.
It is 90 minutes before kickoff of one of the worst Super Bowl games ever played. Three XLVIII-sized boxes are sitting with their lids open on a stainless steel countertop next to the hulking pizza oven at Rosati’s Authentic Chicago Pizza.
It was a little more than 35 years ago when Miss November — Miss Linda November, a Jewish kid from Brooklyn with a lilting soprano singing voice — walked into a drab sixth-floor office at the famous Mayfair Studios at 47th Street and 7th Avenue on a sweaty day in Manhattan.
Auto racing has the shortest off-season in sports. After NASCAR Champion’s Week here in December, the gentlemen shut down their engines for about six weeks, ostensibly so Las Vegas native Kurt Busch can find a new job, and so NASCAR can fiddle with the rules some more. Then I get a text from my pal Charlie, saying he’s on his way to Daytona for the Rolex 24, or that he’s already there.
You might have missed it amid all the Super Bowl weather reports, but Bushwacker the bull — the baddest bucking bull on the planet — announced his retirement in Oklahoma City the other day.
These were my thoughts a couple of years ago upon witnessing USA Sevens Rugby at Sam Boyd Stadium for the first time:
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.