Edward Fryatt was a golfing All-American at UNLV and had a nice little run on the PGA Tour. Then he lost his tour card and set aside his clubs for 10 years — until he started playing again recently as an amateur in Southern Nevada Golf Association tourneys.
Two of the neat things about arena-style football are that the ball looks like a giant walnut, and that it gives guys from small colleges a chance to continue chasing dreams.
Do you see the photo of Northern Arizona basketball coach Jack Murphy? It shows Murphy calling out a play, exhorting his team — and one can see a fire extinguisher on the wall of the gymnasium.
Two weeks ago, Ron Riley, the former Clark High star who during his four-year Arizona State career became the Sun Devils’ all-time leading scorer and threw down some of the most thunderous dunks in ASU history, was inducted into the Pac-12’s Hall of Honor.
Check the Hasbro line. Krzyzewski (Duke coach Mike) would beat Krystkowiak (Utah coach Larry) on the Scrabble board. Gonzaga center Przemek Karnowski would beat them both, but only if you used his first name.
An Internet poll came out just before the ongoing edition of March Madness ranking Las Vegas No. 124 among the 300 best basketball cities in the U.S.
While the other specialists limbered up by kicking official Arena Football League striped footballs over fences or between narrow makeshift goal posts made of bright yellow tape, the straggler stood in the shadows cast by Las Vegas Sportspark. He smoked a cigarette and ate a glazed doughnut.
Lauren Surick, a goalie for the Las Vegas Premier Soccer Academy girls under-18 team, outkicked her teammate, bounced the ball over the head of the other goalie and scored. “Does this count?” she asked. “I didn’t even know if this counts.”
Kurt Busch missed the first three races of the NASCAR season because of a suspension related to domestic violence accusations. He returned Sunday at Phoenix and challenged teammate Kevin Harvick for first place before finishing fifth.
If Mike Bryant had seen this once, he had seen it a hundred times. Or a thousand, if you go back to Little League and Wiffle Ball: The baseball sailing toward the outfield fence on a long and high arc, easily clearing it, his son Kris breaking into a home run trot.
