Whenever summer rolls around, the season when bright green grass has a fresh country scent and the sun tends to be a bit more brave, memories of my youth remain vivid. I find myself thinking of my early days learning to play golf.
I don’t have the world’s greatest memory. While I can still remember George Brett’s baseball statistics from the 1970s, and lyrics to literally thousands of classic rock songs, my short-term memory has been shot for years.
Hat’s off to the amateur and professional boxers and mixed martial artists who have dedicated themselves to or continue pursuing such brutal sports, with the possible exception of football, rugby, hockey and other close body-contact sports.
Monday will mark my 10-year anniversary with Winfield Publishing, though there’s not much time to celebrate with the fall sports season just around the corner, closing on a new home and packing for the impending move.
If you think some contemporary sports might seem excessively rough and despicable, wait until you find out just how cruel, crazy and dangerous it had been for individuals to partake in a little horseback boxing, flagpole-sitting (on one’s head), bow and arrow golf, fox tossing, baby boxing (…
For some odd reason, whether it be fear, political correctness or otherwise, most sportswriters seem to think complaining about officials is what they call, “a loser’s mentality.”
Those who haven’t met Kansas State football head coach Bill Snyder might be just a little nervous. Because they admire him so much, worries about saying the wrong thing or possibly making a fool of themselves would be embarrassing.
When I was a young boy, I watched professional wrestling with reverence. As I grew older, I began to notice little things that proved what naysayers had been telling me for years — that pro wrestling was “fake,” or more precisely, predetermined. Of course, as rumor became fact, my interest i…
According to a story in The Kansas City Star, the Kansas City Chiefs are looking for ways to make upgrades at Arrowhead Stadium due to declining attendance.
In that magical 1993 season when the Philadelphia Phillies won the National League pennant, Darren “Dutch” Daulton, who died from brain cancer yesterday at the age of 55, buckled on his shin guards and chest protector, pulled down his mask and settled into his squat behind home plate.
My daughter, Nikki, probably won’t like this column. But what Nikki needs to come to understand is that her favorite player, first baseman Eric Hosmer, almost surely won’t be playing next year for the Kansas City Royals.
As I sit here with an empty page in front of me, reflecting on my friendship with Anthony Brantley, I realized the two of us actually have little in common.
Kansas City Royals rookie pitcher Eric Skoglund made his major league debut Tuesday night, and turned in a solid performance, limiting the high-power Detroit Tigers to just two hits and a walk in 6 1/3 scoreless innings. He went on to record his first major league victory when the Royals hel…
By now, most folks are starting to understand the method to our madness as far as making this new Cowley CourierTraveler newspaper work. So hopefully, I can be forgiven if I get a bit testy whenever someone claims that we’re biased toward one city or another.