Like any Giants fan, I was ecstatic to see defensive tackle Chris Canty - a former Wahoo - knock Michael Vick off his feet last Sunday during the third quarter of a crucial NFC East matchup.
Unless you were either hiding under a rock last Saturday night or were too plastered to remember, you are probably aware that Virginia Tech is not the only 2-0 football team in the commonwealth.
During the next 20 or so Sundays, I will fail to get any homework done. If my personal trend continues, I will watch more football this season than last year or any year before.
Yes, you read that headline correctly. Earlier this week I had a conversation with a friend who was down on the Virginia football program.
The year is 1932. It has been nearly three long years since the Great Depression began. It is the fifth inning of game three of the World Series, and Babe Ruth is at the plate.
When you think of the best team in all of baseball, which team comes to mind? Is it the Rockies, who exploded to a sizzling start and currently hold one of the best records in the big leagues?
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, athletes were role models for children to idolize. Fans could send mail to their favorite player and reasonably expect their hero to reply with a letter and autographed trading card.
The end of the summer has meant one thing for me during the past few years. Without fail, there has come a time each August or September when I have no choice but to give up on my hope that the Mets will make one last push for a playoff spot.
The upcoming weekend may be surrounded by more sports buzz than any other weekend of the year. Think about it.
In 1985, the Pittsburgh Pirates drafted outfielder Barry Bonds out of Arizona State University with the sixth overall pick in the Major League Baseball amateur draft.
