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.
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Davis Love III was scheduled to tee off at TPC Summerlin at 11:50 a.m. Wednesday. He was playing in a group behind Olympic swimmer/Playboy cover girl Amanda Beard.
SAN DIEGO — A diaper bag is a serviceable item with benefits. So is the cup holder in a movie theater seat. So is the string from which your sunglasses dangle.
The eBay item is listed as 87871, not to be confused with a different collection of numbers that identified O.J. Simpson’s latest police mug shot.
You need to lose a championship before you know how to win one. What nonsense. What stupidity.
Excuse any typos in the following because it is October and UNLV football has yet to be eliminated from bowl consideration and that kind of radical occurrence might tend to play tricks when hunting and pecking for ways to comprehend it all.
Napoleon Aniciete is caught in that frustrating place of holding the short straw with no opportunity to choose again.
Lenny Ware is one of those people who humble us. Who is making the kind of difference most can’t comprehend. Who is giving back in a phenomenal way.
The latest UNLV football loss to UNR is over, which means Wolf Pack coach Chris Ault is somewhere dancing on a couch wearing a lampshade and the Rebels now can just have nightmares about tackling Frankie Albert rather than looking pathetic trying to do so.
The telephone rang a few Saturday evenings ago, and Glenn Carano answered. A cowboy was calling, his old wide receiver Mike Haverty.
Joseph Serino would tell the driver to slow down, that he needed to scan the tops of buildings for snipers and the roadside for bombs. He would look at a bush moved by the breeze and wonder if the enemy lurked behind. He always wondered what danger waited around the next bend.
The clock ticked quietly before. Now you can hear it from Summerlin to Henderson and beyond. Don Logan officially welcomed the Toronto Blue Jays to town Monday, but far more important than any two-year Triple-A affiliation agreement is the next three to six months.
Think of it this way: Scott Speed used to be a passenger in a rocket, taking a seat and knowing he had no control over how the powerful piece of machinery under his feet would react after launch.
A suggestion for Paul Azinger: If things begin to get a bit tight in Louisville this week and the boys appear overcome by the moment (or just by the fact the Europeans are continuing to kick our Ryder Cup tails), the U.S. captain might consider a few options to turn momentum:
