In case you missed it, the annual Shooting Hunting and Outdoor Trade Show is underway at the Sands Expo and Convention Center. Owned by the National Shooting Sports Foundation, the SHOT Show draws manufacturers, wholesalers, retailers, conservation organizations and members of the outdoor media from around the world.
Sports Columns
How teams react on the road each season often differs more than a teenager’s mood. It’s easier to win away from home in the NHL, NFL, Major League Baseball and even some sketchy Argentine soccer leagues than it is college basketball.
With the Packers having been eliminated and still thawing out in Green Bay, none of the past weekend’s NFL playoff games were played on tundra. Which is unfortunate. Because playoff games are better on tundra.
If bookmakers could script the outcomes of NFL games, this is how they would write it. Tom Brady and Peyton Manning are going head to head, in the most dynamic quarterback duel possible, with a Super Bowl spot on the line.
It was high noon at CES, the annual consumer electronics buzzfest, and Steven C. Barber was looking for a pretty woman with man hands. If you have walked the convention center floor during CES, you know this is like finding a needle in Don King’s bouffant. Perhaps the man hands will make her easier to spot.
It was the summer before last, before Manchester United played a friendly soccer match at Sam Boyd Stadium, when I was chatting with Dick Calvert about The Beautiful Game.
I always thought of Keith Kizer as John Wayne playing Genghis Khan or George Clooney as Batman.
When at a crossroads of uncertainty, a commanding figure can help point others in the best direction to discover success. Roscoe Smith can play that sort of role for UNLV’s basketball team.
We are 113 days from the 140th running of the Kentucky Derby at Churchill Downs. This will be the first of many columns focused on, quite frankly, the only race that matters to the mainstream media and the nonracing public.
At this time of year, betting on Peyton Manning comes with a feeling of postseason paranoia, a sense that no matter how great he was in the regular season, something bad is about to happen.
The Rebels today are a team stranded at sea with a giant hole in the raft, not enough life jackets and a radio transmitter engulfed in water. They are as disjointed off the court as they are on it, helplessly searching for reasons why they can’t beat average teams at home.
Ken Gurnick and 15 other baseball writers blew it by not voting for Greg Maddux for the Baseball Hall of Fame as some form of protest despite his 355 wins and laundry list of other accomplishments.
From our vantage point on the hilltop west of camp, the landscape all around us seemed devoid of everything but cactus, sundry species of prickly brush and rocks just big enough to roll your ankle.
A couple of nights before last year’s Indianapolis 500 we were at the airport in Indy, picking up our rental car, and the girl wearing the blazer said all they had was a Prius. That was the last electric car, or sort of electric car, I paid much attention to until Monday,
The BCS saved its best for last in Florida State needing all sorts of dramatics to overcome Auburn 34-31. It was a marvelous ending to a blemished way of determining who really is best at season’s end. New will be improved. Or so we hope.