It was 64 yards, Chris Schenkel said. Sixty-four thrilling, captivating, collegiate football yards.
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Nikki Johnson was one of the faces of the Lingerie Football League. Yes, she was one of its hard bodies, too. Then she had her bell rung a couple of times. She got carted off the field. She broke her wrist and had surgery. And then she got kicked out of the league.
The last time I watched a Canadian Football League game on television with Canadians was 1994. It was in a ballroom at the Imperial Palace. The Canadians were mostly from Edmonton.
It was Thursday afternoon, and a hard rain that would have done Bob Dylan proud was a-gonna fall. In fact, it already was a-fallin’. There would be no baseball on this day. And that was fine by Kris Bryant.
He was an ambitious young attorney then. He was 31. Harvard Law, only seven years removed. He probably wore a tailored suit with a white shirt and a skinny tie, like Don Draper in “Mad Men.” The year was 1963.
The Rebels have been stuck on five wins since Oct. 26. Almost everybody believes it has been a fine season. Another way to look at it is that it has taken Bobby Hauck nearly four years to get the program to where Mike Sanford left it.
Shortly before the start of Sunday’s Rock ’n’ Roll Las Vegas Marathon, I was introduced to a lean man at the Luxor Festival Lot — which last week was known as the Global Rallycross track on the Strip — who looked familiar in a turn-back-the-clock sort of way.
Before this week, the last time I heard from Shane Victorino’s people was July, during the All-Star break. One of his reps said Victorino, who makes his offseason home here, had just become the all-time RBI leader for a major league ballplayer born in Hawaii, thereby breaking Mike Lum’s record, and would I like to talk to him?
Guys helped each other out during the flatbed trailer era of auto racing. It wasn’t so cutthroat then, and you could walk around the pits with a pack of Marlboros rolled up in the sleeve of your T-shirt, and nobody said anything. This is why I think Tom Pfundstein could have raced in those days.
People were stopping by to have their picture taken with Bobby Cleveland, because he is the nine-time national champion of the USLMRA, which stands for United States Lawn Mower Racing Association.