Children will wake today and run to their fathers, to present them with cards and gifts and words of affection. Lance Ringler will feel such love from two, from the son he and wife Missy had six years ago and the daughter they wanted to raise since first holding her as an infant.
It’s true. A few of them look like Popeye. They have arms meant for T-shirt sizes not available to the general population. They all could be named Roy, and you wouldn’t blink. If there are necks attached to some, it would take the boys from CSI Miami to find them.
The one sure thing in horse racing is there are no sure things. This was proven again by Indian Blessing in the Desert Stormer Handicap at Hollywood Park on Sunday.
Gary Bettman has a job, so it’s not as if the NHL commissioner was running for some political office when speaking hypothetically this week.
There are two kinds of people who participate in Nevada’s big game tag draw: those who draw a tag, and those who don’t.
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.
Weekly summer thoughts …
Tim Chambers will be the one to manage the madness. To guide the publicity-loaded vessel through choppy waters of scrutiny. To bring some calm into the storm of hype.
The United Football League will announce logos and colors and nicknames and sponsorship deals for its four franchises in the coming weeks, another step in the process of selling the new venture to whatever fan base is created by more football in the fall.
Of all the post-Triple Crown wrapup stories, the one I like best is seeing where the three classic race winners came from. Each spring, one typically looks to 3-year-olds who were stabled in California, New York and Florida, and from the big-name trainers.
As always, Memorial Day weekend brought a lot of visitors to Southern Nevada, many who sought rest and relaxation along the lower Colorado River. But this year the holiday brought something else, at least at Lake Mohave. Thousands of dead carp began washing up on the shoreline just before the early holiday arrivals.
What nobody wants to hear: The problem isn’t Scott Boras. The problem is baseball, at seemingly every turn, can’t wield a strong enough hammer.
Recognizing that I volunteered as a Ranger, fully knowing the hazards of my chosen profession, I will always endeavor to uphold the prestige, honor and high esprit de corps of the Rangers.
The point guard in Robert Smith could handle tonight without dropping a tear or bead of sweat. Calm. Cool. A massive grip around his emotions.
