Now listen lads, I’m not happy with our tackling. We’re hurting them, but they keep getting up.
Sports Columns
The Wranglers have for six years been a cruise ship gliding around the Caribbean, directed by people with a deep affection for the organization and a profound enthusiasm for producing a stellar product.
This time of year arrives and Buddy Gouldsmith takes a stroll across hot coals, a tradition becoming more and more hazardous with UNLV’s latest losing baseball season.
Exclusivity is an upsetting trend to everyone except perhaps Jim Nantz. It is everything college football has become and everything we once could count on the NCAA Tournament avoiding.
You can find their names and statistics inside the UNLV basketball media guide, but numbers aren’t what set them apart. An edge did. A rare quality.
The more I am around Billy Johnson, the more I’m convinced he was the kid in school who orchestrated the prank in the girls’ locker room and then glanced disapprovingly at a classmate when the principal asked the perpetrators to step forward.
It will come Saturday evening at San Diego State, the most significant football game UNLV will have played in eight years. But regardless if the Rebels win or lose against the lowly Aztecs, whether they become bowl eligible or finish two games under .500, Mike Sanford’s future as head coach should be even more solidified come Sunday morning.
It was forever ago when Zach Johnson sat in that Augusta National media room, and it wasn’t. It was forever ago when the guy who wasn’t the best golfer on his high school or college team and needed the financial support of 10 local businessmen back home in Iowa to chase his professional dream conquered one of the sport’s most storied courses and its greatest player, and it wasn’t. It was forever ago. It was April 2007.
Several incumbents were swept out of office in Tuesday’s primary, which drew the fewest voters of any election in at least 12 years.
