Friday, Aug. 5, was a big day. I had it marked down on my calendar for months, as if I might forget. LOL. No chance of that happening.
How could one overlook the greatest sports day of the year (or more accurately, four years), the official start of the Olympic Games in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil?
It is true that first impressions can be lasting impressions. Not always, but in this case, it certainly is the case.
My first impression of the quality of college summer league baseball we see on eastern Long Island was unforgettable.
Ah, springtime. There’s nothing quite like it, is there?
Spring must have a good public-relations person.
They are the modern high school version of gladiators.
Wrestlers are tough. They have to be, competing in the toughest of high school sports.
What I used to find somewhat embarrassing, I now find amusing.
It’s not uncommon when I will be at a sporting event, scribbling something down into my reporter’s notebook, when someone will catch a glance of my notes and be stunned at what he or she sees.
I’m really not good at goodbyes, but I’ll try my best.
The first time I saw Phil Reed — I don’t know how many years ago — he was a face in the background, a big, tough-looking football coach, one of several assistant coaches for the Bishop McGann-Mercy Diocesan High School football team, toiling on a hot late-summer day during a preseason practice.
“Let’s go to the videotape!”
Back when I was a kid in the 1970s, that was the trademark phrase Warner Wolf used when he was the sportscaster for WABC-TV, showing highlights of games.
Being an old-fashioned sort, I still have and use one of those old-fashioned company-issued calendars that you pushpin onto a bulletin board.