What a time to be alive.
You know that feeling you get when you’ve won the lottery during one of your dreams? You’ve hit the jackpot, you’re getting ready to spend your winnings, and suddenly…you’re awake.
No money. No new car in the driveway. No early retirement. Just the same old circumstances you found yourself in when you fell asleep.
I don’t understand long distance running.
I get that it’s very competitive and that people who can run five-minute miles have reached a level of athleticism that I could only dream of, but it’s hard for me to comprehend why people enjoy doing this to themselves.
This past weekend, I ran a 10-mile race near Furman.
You’ve probably heard it all about Dean Smith.
He was an innovator, an advocate for civil rights, a teacher, a mentor, a two-time national champion—a Tar Heel legend. All of that stuff is true.
But Dean was also the architect of “The Carolina Way.”
At the risk of sounding redundant, allow me the join the chorus of armchair coaches across the nation saying: what was that?
Super Bowl XLIX didn’t disappoint, but when it came time to be clutch and put away a second-straight championship, Pete Carroll did.
But more on his awful play call in a moment…
It will be a cold day you know where when I pay proper homage to the “legendary,” “honorable” Duke coach Mike Krzyzewski (or Coach K to the common tongue).
What’s happening to our world?
No, I’m not talking about terror threats, the economy or foreign affairs—I’m referring to a California girls’ basketball coach who got suspended after dishing out the butt-whoopin’ of the century.
The world of sports lost a titan last week.
Like many of you, I’ve watched/listened to Stuart for the better part of my life. I recently heard somebody say he was a link back to SportsCenter’s glory days and I couldn’t agree more.
His style and enthusiasm brought life to any show he did.
A lot of people say Times Square is the place to be on New Year’s Eve, but I would venture to say none of those people have actually been to Times Square on New Year’s Eve.
A week ago, that’s where I was.
Last year at this time, I was complaining about bowl season. But what we’ve got now may be far worse.
I’m as big a college football fan as you’ll find. I can sit on the couch for hours on any given Saturday, absorbing as much of the sport as my brain can possibly take. While I love college football, I hate how it’s governed.