The plot for the second jewel of the Triple Crown just got thicker with the private purchase of Kentucky Oaks winner Rachel Alexandra by Jess Jackson of Stonestreet Stables.
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If times are tough and a moment of amusement is needed, keep your ears open. At some point, you are going to encounter a person who believes baseball’s steroids era is over.
After reading last week’s edition of ”In the Outdoors,” in which Mike O’Donnell of the Nevada Striper Club shared a few Lake Mead fishing tips, reader Robert Gunny wrote in with a few tips of his own.
One e-mail was followed by five. Same with voice messages. It has been a small but steady flow of complaints since the first major league pitch was thrown this season.
There was a time the past few decades when you might have thought of him as Waldo, the character in a children’s book series hidden among hundreds of tiny people doing various things. But he was rarely lost. Not like before anyway. Not like the two years he spent in hell.
Bernard Hopkins says to disregard Manny Pacquiao’s destruction of Oscar De La Hoya. Forget it. Throw it out. Never happened.
From 1980 to 1999, the Kentucky Derby favorite lost 20 straight times. In this decade, four favorites have won, including three over the last five years. So the question begs: Who is getting smarter, the handicappers or the horsemen? Both are.
About three years ago, a frustrated fisherman looked on as a group of anglers filleted their catch over the whirling blades of the fish cleaning station at Lake Mead. He wondered how they always seemed to reel in such nice catches.
The tough part was watching his mother move slowly down the stairs with two newly shined black eyes. The confusing part was watching his father laugh in her face shortly after his fists inflicted the damage.
Here comes the call from death again, being its ironic self. A fight had just broken out during the Wranglers playoff game Monday evening at the Orleans Arena when the news of Glen Gondrezick’s passing arrived.
Racing lore is full of hard-luck stories in which a jockey and his agent had to pick between top horses to ride and invariably chose the wrong one.
The deadline for submitting big-game tag applications was 5 p.m. Monday, and I’m hopeful that you made the deadline. Of course, there are always a few who manage to miss the deadline.
“There are two primary choices in life; to accept conditions as they exist, or accept the responsibility for changing them.”
Let’s get this part out of the way: It’s not the new league or the travel. It is definitely not the weather for a Triple-A baseball franchise that spent more than three decades in Syracuse, which exists under a perpetual shade of dark gray and where locals have been known to define summer as three months of bad sledding.
