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.
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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.”
Forty-four years ago, it was 1969. Bullets were flying in Southeast Asia. And Mark Larson said it was getting dark at Mackay Stadium up in Reno.
On Friday, 18-year-old Dylan Kwasniewski did something never done in NASCAR’s developmental touring divisions; on Sunday, 35-year-old Kurt Busch drove a car painted up in Wonder Bread colors. This being NASCAR, it’s probably not hard to guess which of these generated the most publicity.
There’s this band from Knoxville, Tenn., called The Dirty Guv’nahs, and they’ve been compared to the Black Crowes, and on Friday and Saturday they played free concerts after scorecards were signed at the Shriners Hospitals for Children Open at TPC Summerlin.
Having witnessed the recent UNLV-Hawaii football game at Sam Boyd Stadium as well as Saturday night’s third annual Monster Energy Cup at the little stadium on the outskirts of town, I have come to the conclusion that UNLV would be better off if Tim Cornett were allowed to ride a 450cc dirt bike on game days.
Ten years ago tonight, Andy Kaye was sitting in the living room of his home near Durango and Alta. He was sitting alone, in front of the TV. He was counting down the outs.
Before the season even started — it probably was a day or two after the Athlon college football preview magazine came out — football people who took a cursory glance at UNLV’s schedule said the Rebels could be 4-2 by now.
A few weeks ago, I was hiding out at the Central Michigan-UNLV football game at Sam Boyd Stadium — I figured that would be the last place the authorities would look — when Mark Wallington, the Rebels’ football information guy, said the UNLV marching band had formed a giant mustache down on the playing field.