If Floyd Mayweather Jr. vs. Manny Pacquiao is indeed the Fight of the Century, it will mean that over the next 85 years, nothing in boxing will approach it in terms of interest, anticipation and how much one is willing pay to split a pay-per-view purchase with one’s chums.
Because it has been 39 years since Rick Monday saved the flag and handed it to a Dodgers relief pitcher named Doug Rau, there wasn’t much hubbub about it on Saturday morning. There was no “ESPN Films: 30 for 30” piece. It’ll probably be another 11 years before that happens.
A week from now, Philip Rivers might be the former quarterback of the Chargers. Everything is up in the air regarding his future, and the skies above San Diego are not powder blue. As the world turns and the NFL Draft approaches, this is the most intriguing storyline of the soap opera.
The truth: UNLV forward Chris Wood made the correct choice, but there is a right way and wrong way to handle such matters, and Wood failed about as miserably as one can in the process of leaving after his sophomore season for the NBA.
There are so many Kentucky Derby handicapping seminars, and the best part is they’re free. There will be giveaways all over the valley of Derby hats, shirts and glasses. The Run for the Roses will be May 2.
It took this, the megafight of megafights, the one sure to shatter all sorts of financial records at the gate and on your pay-per-view screens, the supposed biggest night in the sport’s history, to confirm what we already knew: It’s not about the fans.
He still gets up at 5:30 a.m., only now there’s not much to do. It’ll probably take a couple more weeks to remove all the stuff from his office, because one accumulates a lot of office stuff over 35 years as coach.
Kensen Lee had drawn a tag for the last of three weeklong seasons to take place in the Moapa Valley area. While that was the place Lee was looking forward to hunting for a turkey, he was concerned that pressure associated with the first and second seasons could make his third-season experience less than he had hoped for.
Tony Sanchez delivers a lot of messages. He’s a courier with a whistle, a columnist’s dream for notebook material, a guy who talks about eating elephants one bite at a time and walking into an alley to rumble.
In about five months, Tom Brady and the New England Patriots open the NFL regular season by hosting the Pittsburgh Steelers. That bit of news generated a buzz on a Tuesday in April.
