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.
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.
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.
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.
How was your weekend? No matter how it went, Philip Rivers had a better one. The Chargers agreed to a contract extension with their franchise quarterback, who will get $65 million guaranteed without having to buy a lottery ticket.
We are gathered here today on this predictable occasion with much joy and relief, filled with hope that this will represent the final time an Arena Football League team attempts to make Las Vegas home.
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.
It’s OK to bet preseason games. It’s not just mindless entertainment for degenerates, lunatics and action junkies. Winning tickets still pay off real money. Handicapping skill can be rewarded.
The last time UNLV’s football team received as much offseason coverage as it has since December was, well, never. The Rebels were splashed across the pages of newspapers and magazines that in recent years hadn’t offered the slightest glance towards the program. All of it was terrific for the brand. And, as of Friday morning, none of it meant a thing.
