Larry Brown Sports
Brown Bag it, Baby
Say it ain’t so… Te’o. Just when you thought it was safe to believe in a feel-good sports story involving the strength of character in the face of tragedy, you get the Manti Te’o saga that erupted on Wednesday. And I was just starting to get my head …
It’s that magical time of year again: The one where people are talking nonstop about humans and computers as if this were “Tron” played out in real life. No, this isn’t science fiction run amok but the annual reminder that the BCS standings are here. …
If one looks up the definition of a fan, they are most likely to find some kind of derivative of “a device capable of blowing air.” Of course, we know better: that sounds more like the definition of a politician. Exchange “blowing …
I did some research on the origin of the handshake. Stop for a couple moments to absorb that statement. Perhaps you may need to lay down to fully grasp the fact that I actually did some research for once, as opposed to my usual practice of just …
Various fans in Seattle on Monday went through the range of emotions in the final moments of a three-hour game: the familiar nausea, the hand-wringing, and probably a little bit of the cold sweats. This, however, had nothing to do with the team one …
These days, everything is seemingly centered on reality programming. You know the common encumbrances of real life: driving an eighteen-wheeler down icy roads, having a family with too much money and not enough of an hour’s worth of programming to …
It has often been said that UCLA football is like a supermodel: It may look good at first glance, but try to enter into any long-term relationship and you will end up broken-hearted. I was personally raised on the Bruins, which is to say I was …
On Wednesday night, a brand new NFL season will be uncorked when the opening kickoff of the Giants and Cowboys takes place. That is, if you don’t count the fact that the NFL apparently never ends, with inexorable coverage delving into the minutiae …
Remember the days when you could become arm-strong just on natural ability and work ethic? Well, those times are apparently as antiquated as using elbow grease and whipping out the old Thomas Guide to find your way somewhere. (Yes, boys and girls: …
There is something to be said about being a cockeyed optimist. So, I will say it: It’s not a good practice to which to adhere. Keep in mind, that sentence was written by someone who is the nonfiction equivalent of Chicken Little. I, like everyone …
There was a point in time in my life when I thought the only time I would ever hit a milestone would be if I took my eyes off the road. Along the way, I’ve tried bending the rules on what is defined as a milestone. What I have learned is that holding …
I must make a confession. (Yes, I understand I do not have my lawyer or rabbi present.) I enjoy watching the Olympics, even though events are tape-delayed by eight hours and I have to be subjected to hokey montages hell-bent on inspiring good, …
When Shakespeare wrote that “A Rose by any other name would smell as sweet,” he presumably was not referencing any pitcher from the Dominican Republic; nor any Major League clubhouse for that matter. Charles Foster Kane was not alluding to any …
Friday kicks off a familiar quadrennial tradition: trying to figure out what Bob Costas will wear on a given night, while marveling at his encyclopedic knowledge of badminton. This practice may or may not include bouts of cheering for the underdog …
There used to be a time when sportswriters could fill in the gaps during the long, lazy days of summer by writing about the familiarly bad baseball teams that spend the months of June through September licking stamps as a means of mailing in the rest …
I can remember my formative days spent enjoying the middle of the summer: running through the sprinklers pants-less. Something that is now deemed a misdemeanor by the powers that be. Time seemed to slow down; that hasn’t changed, though I now spend …
