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Recent Columns:
The Angels returned Friday from a downer trip and were greeted with the June gloom of Southern California. The sun never quite broke through in Anaheim, but the Angels did.
Newspapers have cut back. We used to run a feature in the sports section called Questions and Answers. Today, you just get questions.
The room was filled with scarred knees, partially paralyzed limbs and fingers that headed off in directions they were never intended to go.
Thursday, we embark on another couple of weeks of silliness, aka the NBA Finals. Think of it as the prelude to the parade.
Zenyatta ran past all the female cliches Saturday at Hollywood Park. Toss out the gender stuff. She is just a great racehorse.
To the casual observer of horse racing, last Saturday's Preakness was the equivalent of the female cheerleader, coming off the sideline and smacking around the middle linebacker.
The big headline in Saturday's Baltimore Sun missed by only a word. It read: The Lady and the Champ. Had they made the third word "is," they'd have nailed it.
So, you want to bet on the Preakness, or at least sound intelligent about it as you watch today on TV. We are here to help.
Calvin Borel is a hick from Louisiana, and we mean that in the kindest way. He comes from Catahoula Parish, population 10,000, and even if he doesn't live there now, he never really left.
For years, tennis purists saw John McEnroe as the sport's ultimate left-handed compliment.