It was 10 years ago today that the Community College of Southern Nevada, as it then was known, defeated San Jacinto of Texas 4-1 to win the 2003 Junior College World Series.
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To most people without grease under their fingernails, to people without calendars in the garage showing scantily clad women striking suggestive poses in front of candy-flake Camaros and GTOs, to people without a need for speed, they are little more than car No. 77, car No. 55, car No. 81. Three numbers in the official program.
Until Saturday night, most of what I knew about the ancient sport of lacrosse is that Jim Brown and Johns Hopkins were good at it.
It is not the most exclusive fraternity among men when one considers only 12 have walked on the moon, and only three have married a Kardashian. So far. (With two others on the fence.)
He won six gold medals of a possible eight at the 1992 Summer Games in Barcelona — only Michael Phelps and Mark Spitz won more in a single Olympics — and is considered one of the greatest gymnasts of all time. But you wouldn’t know this from visiting the Vitaly Scherbo School of Gymnastics at 3250 N. Bronco St., a mile east of the Cheyenne exit off the 95 freeway.
While on assignment Sunday, I was out in Summerlin. Way out in Summerlin. Near Red Rock Resort, near where the 51s’ new owners propose to build a new ballpark.
Before Sunday’s Life Time Grand Prix Squash Tour Vegas Open, most of what I knew about the ancient sport of squash was that it must have been named when somebody sat on it. And that one should never cancel a squash match after agreeing to one.
It was late Friday night between commercials for Built Tough Ford Trucks and Jack Daniel’s Tennessee sour mash whiskey and those Kawasaki UTV’s with four seats — I think they are called Teryx 4s.
Because of construction at the Thomas & Mack Center, I was forced to take a detour to Jim Livengood’s news conference Wednesday, during which it was revealed he was being forced out as UNLV’s athletic director — er, was quitting to spend more time with his family.
One of the biggest UNLV boosters I’ve known was an old Marine named Bob Snyder. He became a friend. He became a friend of the old baseball manager Dick Williams, too. We’d meet on Thursday for lunch with some other old baseball guys. But then Dick died, and then last September, I guess it was, Bob died, too.