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Opinion & Analysis

  • Sports commentary: The Tempest

     

    The kerfuffle in Miami got me reminiscing about fifth-grade history class.

    The disturbance to which I refer is the high drama being played out over a couple of offensive linemen, where neither is now suiting up on Sundays.  The culprit appears to be bullying.

    Full disclosure:  I'm a Buffalo Bills fan, and my team has enough of its own problems (such as finding a quarterback who isn't prone to injury).  Still, the two teams play in the same division, so I'm interested.

  • Sports commentary: Good sports

     

    The Word of the Day which popped up is "Dichotomy." 

    A dichotomy is a division of something into two mutually exclusive classifications.

    In this case, the dichotomy exists in my mind and it has to do with long-distance running.

    On the one hand, I've never been fond of that activity.  Whether it was during high school football or in the Army, the idea of running very far seemed senseless and cruel.

  • Sports commentary: Series grumbles

     

    "Do you want me to turn on the ballgame?"

    That query came underscored by the dulcet tones of the wife.  It came my way as I was poring over a crossword puzzle.  

    "No, thanks," I muttered.  "I'm not interested."

    "Some sports guy you are:  Not interested in the World Series!"

    She was correct.  I'm supposed to live, breathe and eat sports in this job.  Yet, despite my strong proclivity to do so, I had zero interest in the World Series.

  • Sports commentary: Football fun

     

    E.C. Glass has a couple of neat football traditions.

    Last weekend, the Hilltoppers played Heritage.  At stake was a trophy jug.

    When the team plays Jefferson Forest, it is in the Black and Blue Bowl, with a beat up medical kit as the trophy.  Aside from being a nod to the physical nature of this particular game, the name also carries the two schools' principal colors:  black and blue.

  • Sports commentary: The singularity

     

    As my old friend Barry White used to croon, "Too much of anything isn't good for you, baby."

    OK.  Barry White and I were not friends.  The late, great baritone, in fact, had no idea of my existence.

    But the line from Barry White's classic, "Can't Get Enough of Your Love, Babe," rings true enough.

    At least it does when it comes to sports.

  • Sports commentary: Great expectations

     

    The good thing about sports is that you're never 100% sure of an outcome.

    The bad thing about sports is the exact same thing.

    Take the state of baseball.  Going into the season, I expected the Giants and Yankees to return to the World Series.  At a minimum, I expected them to make the playoffs.

    Neither did.

    How many of you expected the Pirates and Indians would catch the playoffs from places other than the field of play?  If you're like me, your expectations were wrong.

  • Say no, UVA!

     

    Virginia is for lovers.

    Or, so stated the old advertising slogan.

    Virginia is also for smart folk.  The Commonwealth has one of the finest portfolios of colleges and universities in the nation, if not the world.  I believe that Virginia is the top dog when it comes to secondary education opportunities.

    In my job I have the opportunity to chat with some of our local high school athletes.  Invariably, the topic that comes up when talking with seniors is their future plans.

  • Sports commentary: Dribs and drabs

     

    Here are a couple of items for your consideration.  I wanted to share them, but I couldn't stretch any of them into a full column's length.

    Consider it housecleaning for the old noggin.

     

    While I must confess to having never heard of Diana Nyad prior to last week, I am startled by her accomplishments.

  • Sports Commentary: Auto-message

     

    "So, your new lady friend is a Wiccan, huh?"

    Those words were spoken to me many years ago.

    At the time, I lived in Richmond.  At the time, my next door neighbor was a musician:  as laid back as they come.  He was a pleasant fellow, cut from the stereotypical cloth of the 1960's style hippie.

    He had wandered over my way after the woman who would become the wife had just departed my abode, asking his nonsensical question.

    "What are you talking about, Cory?" I asked.

  • Sports commentary: What's in a name?

     

    Serious topics merit serious action.  And discussion.

    Lately, things seem to be getting fired up about the Washington Redskins.  

    The debate isn't whether the team has the right pieces in place to make the playoffs (it does).

    Nor is it about whether last year's sensation, RG III, will be pushed into action prematurely (I certainly hope not).

    The controversy is over the team's name.  Now, this issue erupts every so often.  Now, on the cusp of the season, it has arisen once more.