Bishop Gorman High School graduate and former Cornhusker quarterback David Humm was awarded an honorary Nebraska Blackshirt, usually reserved for only the best defensive players, from the Husker Greats Foundation.
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Ron Kantowski
Ron Kantowski is a sports columnist for the Las Vegas Review-Journal, covering a variety of topics and the Las Vegas sports scene.
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If you are a longtime fan of the Philadelphia Eagles, then you remember the 1978 season, Wilbert Montgomery and Ron Jaworski and Harold Carmichael and Bill Bergey and Herm Edwards and that bunch. Those classic green and off-white uniforms with the stripes on the sleeves.
A Grand National stock-car race that was two weeks old, Acapulco cliff diving and arm wrestling championships from Petaluma, Calif. Maybe the Penn Relays. That pretty much was ABC’s “Wide World of Sports” as I remember it.
She grew up in those little fishing villages on Alaska’s Kenai Peninsula — towns with names such as Homer and Seward and Soldotna. So when Swayze Valentine heard the roar of the mixed martial arts crowd in Anchorage one night, because MMA is everywhere except New York these days, she said it was just about the loudest thing she’d ever heard. If you don’t count a Kodiak bear with a toothache.
The 51s returned to Cashman Field to open a homestand against Tacoma on Monday, and it must have surprised fans watching for the first time this season to discover the broken glass had been removed from the infield. And that second base actually was a base, instead of a flattened beer can.
It had graced the east wall of our garage since 1993, had persevered longer than any weed-whacker I’d owned. But when my wife painted a couple of months ago, she took down the poster of the “Cowboy Goalie,” the one showing Clint Malarchuk in a black Resistol and a Las Vegas Thunder jersey holding a stop sign along with his big goalie’s stick.
Centennial High School, Class of 2013, had 11 valedictorians. Each gave a speech during commencement at the Thomas & Mack Center on Friday night.
When I was 12, I knew all the umpires. Shag Crawford. Emmett Ashford. Nestor Chylak. Satch Davidson. Augie Donatelli. Tom Gorman. Bill Haller. Chris Pelekoudas. Ron Luciano. Frank Pulli. Ed Runge. Marty Springstead. Harry Wendelstedt. Big Lee Weyer, who sometimes during a rain delay would join Jack Brickhouse in the broadcast booth and perform card tricks.
It’s late Thursday before the 97th running of the Indianapolis 500. We’re hungry. There’s a Waffle House directly in front of the Quality Inn & Suites just off South Lynhurst Drive, a couple of miles from the track. So I’m having one. It’s as big as the plate.
It was 10 years ago today that the Community College of Southern Nevada, as it then was known, defeated San Jacinto of Texas 4-1 to win the 2003 Junior College World Series.
To most people without grease under their fingernails, to people without calendars in the garage showing scantily clad women striking suggestive poses in front of candy-flake Camaros and GTOs, to people without a need for speed, they are little more than car No. 77, car No. 55, car No. 81. Three numbers in the official program.
Until Saturday night, most of what I knew about the ancient sport of lacrosse is that Jim Brown and Johns Hopkins were good at it.
It is not the most exclusive fraternity among men when one considers only 12 have walked on the moon, and only three have married a Kardashian. So far. (With two others on the fence.)