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Wasn’t Leach a paid advisor to the Steve Martin remake of Father of the Bride? And if he wasn’t, he should have been. When he’s finished coaching, in fact, he could carve himself a nice little career as a “wedding counselor” to guys in the eye of that hurricane.

The Papa John fiasco was Jones Waterloo as NFL’s grey eminence. Jones not only revived a storyline the other owners wanted to disappear, it was as ham handed as it was obvious. He obviously lacked the votes even then, and the ploy was a final desperate attempt to coerce their support by an appeal to their pocketbooks

“..I checked the car next [day], armed with bug spray and a broom but there was no spider to be found.”

“The bad news for Joe Morgan and the Hall of Fame is that the Hall of Fame isn’t some hallowed sanctuary..’.

From a continent and world away from North Carolina:

There’s only one intentional strike out scenario that occurs to me as making even the slightest sense. It might conceivably be done to quickly record the outs in the bottom of the 4th inning in order to guarantee a complete game as having been played. A team would need to be leading (of course), with rain expected to

“Teenage giant”? I guess so. But lest anyone forgets, he’s also just a teenager who happens to be taller than most, and good luck to you, kid.

Still, a little late season razzle dazzle by Carroll that backfires before halftime is nothing compared to the most indisputably egregious coaching blunder in the history of the NFL past, present, or future. To think: Marshawn Lynch stood poised to break New England’s back in the Super Bowl, and Carroll called for a

I assume that lecture was delivered prior to the Justice Department having torpedoed the merger that CNN shot callers and Cuomo sucked so fervently and tried so hard to effect.

Belichick is a brave man to have kept such fears to himself all these years. After all, he must have been a nervous wreck every time his teams have played in the Bay Area. Everybody knows about San Francisco earthquakes, of course. But it’s also been known for decades the Hayward fault under the east bay is long

For years John Madden spoke on a morning show to KCBS radio in the Bay Area. Very soon after Jones and Jimmy Johnson parted company, Madden related that he had observed the two together at a NFL off-season meeting  not long before. Madden said he concluded at that time (i.e., before Johnson got canned or quit) that

I bet that cat was skinny as a rail when Duffy was in the minors. R.I.P.

He’s at the age now where it will soon occur to him that he’s getting to damn old to be doing that kind of stuff. Guy could get hurt..

The NFL blacked out playoff games at home as (relatively) recently as the early 1970's. I specifically remember the radio broadcast of the 49er playoff game in which Roger Staubach exploited Preston Riley’s fumble of a do-or-die onside kick. I’d kind of tuned the game out late in 4th quarter, assuming it as good as

I always think of George Foreman crushing Joe Frazier with a punch that looked like a grizzly threw it as being the fastest KO I’ll ever live to see. Admittedly, I didn’t know much about Foreman at the time, but I knew all about Frazier. It will always remain one of the most shocking outcomes of any sports event I’ve

“Which team will show up”? That’s always an ugly question for the fans of any team in any sport. Which makes the success of a dynasty all the more sweeter for fans lucky enough to experience one. Because those fans know which team will show up while the team is on a roll. They lick their chops going into every game,

If I were looking historical infamy in the face, and knew with absolute certainty that was the least of my problems, I’d tweet rather than blow my brains out, too. In fact, I’d likely freak out just like Trump did the other night, when he shrieked in capitalized letters on twitter, “won’t someone do something?”.

The more things change, the more they stay the same. You should have seen how the men at CBS crucified the great Phyllis George.

Forget Flacco, what a catch. Old memories at least allow old fans to watch in more awe than others, i.e., at just how vastly better receivers are across the board today than way-back-when. That’s not to knock yesteryears players, either, it’s just a fact.

That’s how Jim Marshall and Alan Page used to look.