I’m not sure there is ever a live sports event locally where Chris Maathuis isn’t holding a microphone. Einstein said it was possible to be in two places at the same time. Some days, it seems as though Maathuis is in 10.
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Kenny Sanchez grew frustrated with every inside pitch, every side-armed delivery that backed him off the plate. He knew what it meant. He understood the message that was being sent. Older brother was making a point.
It was much different from the last time, other than the fact any media day involving Floyd Mayweather Jr. runs on restful and relaxing time, meaning the fighter probably does a lot of both while keeping everyone waiting far beyond the fictional scheduled start to things.
I knew something was missing all these years. I never had a fall guy. Think of all the rowdy shenanigans I could have created at those sports writer parties while debating fantasy drafts.
He would glance at the scoreboard and watch the seconds tick away, never stopping when the whistle blew or a pass fell incomplete, never pausing to suggest an ounce of competitiveness had snuck into the contest.
Kent Baer would be smart to remind those UNLV football players he now coaches that you can’t begin the next chapter of your life by continuing to read the last one. One can only take so many horror stories.
James Harrison on Monday made national news for something other than trying to add depth behind younger outside linebackers in Pittsburgh, writing on an Instagram post that he was taking away the participation trophies until his boys “EARN a real trophy.” The majority of responses that followed were as predictable as they were shortsighted.
Rob Manfred this week said his primary focus since assuming the head chair at MLB’s dinner table was to indeed improve ways the game might reach young minds. He wants to inspire them, compel them to follow baseball and have them fall in love with the game. Is he fighting a losing battle?
You know it’s sweltering when your iPhone overheats and its screen shows the temperature warning, that yellow triangle with an exclamation point in the middle, suggesting that if you dare push the home button, the ghost of Peter Graves might appear and your phone will self-destruct in a cloud of smoke within 15 seconds.
They tend to live in the moment around USA Basketball. Never reacting much to the past, rarely predicting the future. They also don’t seem to hold grudges. At least not against one of the world’s best players.