Their tunes came salted with 31 flavors of death: roasting in the electric chair, succumbing to the slow, blood-draining decay of chemical dependency, getting hunted down without mercy by nightmarish nasties, enduring the synapse-sizzling shock of war.
Abebe Yimer wasn’t able to repeat his marathon victory in Las Vegas.
Brigham Young playing a bowl in Las Vegas is old hat, but this year’s game has a new name and will break fresh ground from a competitive standpoint.
Maybe the hiring of Arizona athletic director Jim Livengood as UNLV’s next AD isn’t so inevitable.
A week ago, Drew Brees was a surgeon, precisely cutting up one of the NFL’s most respected defenses. On Sunday, the New Orleans Saints quarterback was a magician, escaping in a matter of seconds from a straitjacket while being attacked by a swarm of bees.
Rodeo rookies usually range from their late teens to early 20s.
For Caroline Rotich, Sunday’s Rock ‘n’ Roll Las Vegas Marathon was exactly the right distance.
Thankfully, things might not be as crazy around here as I feared last week.
