If there's anything most Las Vegas sports fans can agree upon, it's that Sam Boyd Stadium and Cashman Field stink, and that hopefully there will be places to park at the new hockey arena.
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From Air Force to Wyoming (which isn't actually that far, but as far as it gets in the college football alphabet) institutions of higher learning and four-star recruits are naming starting quarterbacks. It has become a ritual. You just can't have a starting quarterback. You have to name one.
Deryk Engelland's position is defenseman. Rugged defenseman. Standing 6 feet 2 inches and weighing around 210 pounds, his style is checking guys into the boards, and removing them from Jonas Hiller's goal crease, and generally protecting teammates who score a lot more goals than he does.
It was around 7:30 in the morning, and a Maloof brother of Las Vegas was either just waking up or just getting in when he read on TMZ that Mike Bossy's 50 goals in 50 games keepsake hockey puck was being auctioned off by someone not named Mike Bossy.
When Justin Wilson's brother, Stefan, also a racecar driver, posted a Twitter message Tuesday that said his big brother had donated his vital organs, it did not come as a surprise because that's just the kind of guy Justin Wilson was.
A few years ago when I was waiting to catch a plane in Kansas City, my brother-in-law took me to the site of old Municipal Stadium, after which we had lunch at Arthur Bryant's barbecue just down the street. Then it was on to the Negro Leagues Hall of Fame on East 18th Street.
A stench emanating from field level at Cashman Field wasn't the smell of the 51s falling out of first place on the home stand that ended Saturday night. It was the smell of sewers backing up near both dugouts.
If the baseball season ended today, the Chicago Cubs would be firmly in the playoffs. And now comes news the Washington Generals have folded.
A few hours before the sun came up today, they officially closed the doors at the Las Vegas Club. That made me think of my old pal Jim, and what a great place the Las Vegas Club was for old sports pals to meet and have a beer, even if it started to smell like an old cigar there toward the end.
I think we all can agree there can be only one Dos Equis beer guy. But Matt Szczur, an outfielder for the Iowa and Chicago Cubs, is fairly interesting in his own right.
On the south side of Chicago on Sunday afternoon, Chris Sale of the White Sox matched a career high by striking out 15 Chicago Cubs. Sale did this by pitching seven innings during which he allowed only one hit.
They still are in first place in the Pacific Coast League's Southern Division. But when the 51s returned to Las Vegas on Saturday after losing three of four games at second-place El Paso, the big sports story was that somebody had a plan to transform their ballpark into a soccer stadium.
Two years ago when she still lived in the Phoenix area, Las Vegas resident Liz Fogg scored some of those primo tickets to a Diamondbacks game the local disc jockeys give away to the 13th caller.
When he died of natural causes at age 84 on Sunday, people started telling stories about The Giffer again. Actually, when you think about it, they never really stopped telling them. This is a tribute to Frank Gifford — that long after his playing career, it seemed he always was relevant.
21 boxing people — 22 if you count local gym owners Pat and Dawn Barry as separate boxing people, though it's hard to consider those two as anything but a single entity — were inducted into the Nevada Boxing Hall of Fame at Caesars Palace on Saturday night.
"Gentleman Jim" Corbett and Bob Fitzsimmons were among those who went into the Nevada Boxing Hall of Fame on Saturday during a gala affair at — where else? — Caesars Palace. The "Home of Champions."
When you've been down for as long as UNLV has in football, you're going to have to take an occasional risk on the recruiting trail — you might have to accept an Alabama reject or two, or maybe go for a quick fix via the junior colleges. Longtime observers of the local football scene are aware of this.
A lot of the NASCAR's traditional followers believe that Kyle Busch's recent success is nothing more than a conspiracy manipulated by NASCAR to turn Busch into a storyline during the dog days of the baseball season and before NFL behemoths return to training camp.
A couple of years ago when he hosted a sendup of the "Newlywed Game" on Fremont Street during NASCAR Champion's Week, I had the pleasure of meeting TV's Bob Eubanks.
Other than going 2-10 or 2-11 most seasons, and having spectators depart Sam Boyd Stadium in mass-exodus-style after the third quarter, the UNLV football program mostly is bereft of tradition.
No score was kept. No trophies were handed out. No grown-ups were supervising, or watching, or yelling at the umpires — there weren't any umpires. These kids were having a great time.
A day after they were no-hit for the first time in 50 years, by Cole Hamels and the last-place Phillies, the Chicago Cubs managed to get back on "SportsCenter" despite playing another dreadful game on Sunday.
On the day baseball bestowed its highest honor upon Randy Johnson, Pedro Martinez, John Smoltz and Craig Biggio — and baseball fans fanned themselves in bright sunshine while myriad baseball stories were told at the Hall of Fame ceremony — I discovered a website (sort of) devoted to baseball replay challenges.
I see where they are now playing the state Little League tournaments, which always reminds me of once having been a boy during summertime.
"Anything You Can Do" was a song written by Irving Berlin for a Broadway musical called "Annie Get Your Gun." It was written in 1946.