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The No. 2 Virginia men's lacrosse team has no time to rest on its laurels after defeating No. 20 Ohio State 14-11 at home March 19.
English Premier League soccer will never be confused with the NFL, MLB, NBA or NHL. And that's a good thing for everyone involved. The proliferation of expanded instant replay in the "core four" American sports leaves me increasingly convinced of the following scenario: my grandkids will grow up watching their favorite sports on the SkyNet - I mean, ESPN - family of networks as Terminator robots call and officiate games, solve labor disputes and quell the inevitable Ed Hochuli-led human resistance with machine-like efficiency.
Virginia softball coach Eileen Schmidt was selected as one of 24 coaches in the 2011-12 Women's National Team Coaching pool, the Amateur Softball Association of America and USA Softball announced Monday. As a member of the pool, Schmidt will be considered for assistant coaching positions at the Women's and Junior Women's National Team events beginning this summer. Now in her fourth season coaching at Virginia, Schmidt, a former softball standout for the Cavaliers, led the team to an outstanding 2010 season. The Cavaliers finished second in the ACC standings and received their first-ever NCAA Tournament bid after totaling a school-record 13 conference victories. Schmidt's coaching predecessor, Karen Johns, was also announced as head coach of the Junior Women's National Team. Johns coached Virginia in 2006 and 2007 and served as an assistant coach for the Women's National Team from 2005 to 2008, when she won a World Championship and a silver medal at the Olympic Games
Almost three weeks have passed since the stills of the post-Tostitos mayhem
It's the top of the first inning in the first game of the season and Charlie Brown is standing on a pitcher's mound covered in dandelions. His team has lost 98 straight games - all by shutout. His infield includes a dog at shortstop, a dust cloud at third and a second baseman who would much rather twirl around his blanket than turn a double play. These worries weigh heavily on Charlie Brown's heart. Even in his warm-up tosses, the round-headed kid is pressing. Schroeder, who has made a seamless transition from Beethoven to the backstop, trots out to the mound to calm down his pitcher. The timeless exchange goes like this.
I have always liked men's college basketball better than the NBA. I never really experienced a seminal moment when I decided that pro basketball wasn't doing it for me. Rather, through a laundry list of transgressions, the NBA has slowly and almost completely weaned me from the Michael Jordan high I experienced as a youngster growing up in 1990s Chicago.
We have reached the midway point of the professional football season, and NFL fans have learned a few things. If you've been marooned on Revis Island for the past two months and missed all the action, here's a quick synopsis. The Indianapolis Peyton Mannings and New England Brady Bunch are once again setting the pace. The one-win Dallas Cowboys train wreck has helped everyone in the nation's capital forget that Albert Haynesworth may actually be in better shape than Donovan McNabb. And with the Randy Moss mess and pictures of Brett's 'little Favre' perhaps still floating around on the Interwebs, the Minnesota Vikings are a Lake Minnetonka sex cruise away from rivaling the team of prison inmates in The Longest Yard for longest rap sheet in a single season. Where's Mike Tice when you need him?
Some people have all the luck. Exempli gratia: Last week, my mom - who still calls the Chicago Blackhawks' captain "Jonathan Toes" - got to touch the Stanley Cup. This weekend, my brother will be sitting in the Penn State student section when Joe Paterno wins his 400th college football game. And right now, while I'm hunched over my desk, dutifully cranking out another column, my buddies are downstairs playing enough Super Smash Bros. to send lesser men into a seizure. But before this weekend, no one was luckier than my cousin.
James Harrison, the hard-hitting Pittsburgh Steelers linebacker nicknamed 'Silverback' by teammates, is a bona fide brute. But that doesn't make him wrong. After sidelining two Cleveland Browns players with vicious - but unpenalized - hits during last Sunday's 'NFL Concussion Awareness Day,' Harrison was fined $75,000. Harrison was also criticized for saying, "I try to hurt people" and, "A hit like that geeks you up," and he supposedly considered retirement when the NFL announced a revamped initiative to stamp out illegal hits by suspending or ejecting offending players.
"The Office" is back for its seventh season, and because this is Steve Carell's farewell tour with the Scranton crew, I had high hopes that the show's writers would pull out all the stops. But after a frustratingly ho-hum first few episodes, I have already lumped this latest installment in with the dark days of the strike-shortened season four and the Michael Scott-Pam's mom love plotline from last season. To keep my Dunder-Mifflin morale high, however, I have resorted to watching classic episodes such as "Basketball" and "Booze Cruise" from seasons past. This has helped me appreciate the show's subtleties and hidden gems - namely Creed Bratton. Whether he's running a fake ID operation, recalling his 1960s glory days of sex, drugs and rock and roll, or just stealing everything in sight, Creed has become one of my favorite characters. While killing time before the first game of the Phillies-Reds National League Division Series, I watched "Money." As Michael prepares to declare bankruptcy, Creed educates his boss - "You don't go by monopoly, man. That game is nuts! You don't just pick up 'Get Out Of Jail Free' cards. Those things cost thousands!"
What a difference a year makes. The 2009-10 NHL season ended on a goal by Chicago Blackhawks winger Patrick Kane, whose overtime score closed out the Philadelphia Flyers in six games and saw the Hawks hoist the Stanley Cup for the first time since 1961. Kane was a scoring fiend all season - he not only etched his name in Hawks history with his Cup-winning goal but also led the team in scoring with 30 goals and 58 assists during the regular season. At the United Center, the song "Chelsea Dagger" plays after every Hawks goal and win - but at times it seemed like The Fratellis should have been paying Kane royalties. He even made the cover of EA Sports' NHL 2010 video game.
"Birds flying high, you know how I feel. Sun in the sky, you know how I feel. Breeze drifting on by, you know how I feel. It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me. And I'm feeling good." Yep, Saturday was a Michael Bubl
Last weekend, in anticipation of Halloween, four friends invited me to tag along when they went to a costume store. This year, they're dressing up as the members of KISS and thus were in the market for some stage boots and metal spikes. Personally, I'm still debating between wearing a banana suit or going as Ben Roethlisberger - either way, the ladies are gonna love it, right? - but I agreed to be fifth wheel to their Dr. Love-fest and went along for the ride. As they argued about who should get the Gene Simmons wig, I walked through aisles of headless horsemen and Stormtrooper helmets until I accidentally found myself in the adult female section - emphasis on "adult." Clearly, this costume shop also served people getting freaky in a very non-Halloween sense, because anyone wearing one of those skimpy school-girl outfits wants to get more than a candy apple out of it. Bottom line: Everyone has fantasies - mine just happen to be sports-related. So without further ado, let's talk fantasy football!
"They are who we thought they were, and we let them off the hook!" These immortal words were coined by former Arizona Cardinals coach Dennis Green during his epic post-game press conference meltdown in 2006. After the Cardinals blew a 20-point lead in spectacular fashion and gifted the Chicago Bears a 24-23 win on Monday Night Football, Green was seeing red because for three quarters, the Cardinals had played a perfect game - no turnovers, great defense - while the Rex Grossman-led Bears had done everything in their power to lose - zero touchdowns, six turnovers. Yet at the end of the day, the Bears improved to 6-0 while the Cardinals fell to 1-5. Why did Dennis pop his top? Because he knew that such a gut-wrenching loss can quickly become season- or even career-defining - as that one was for him.
Last weekend, all was right in the college football world. With Marc Verica doing his best Matt Schaub imitation and Keith Payne running train on Richmond's defensive front seven, the Cavaliers crushed the Spiders in an inspiring first game. Two days later, the boys from the blue turf of Boise State came to town for a nationally televised Monday night matchup with No. 10 Virginia Tech. Under the bright lights of FedEx Field, the much-hyped game certainly lived up to its billing. But after Tyrod Taylor misfired on two desperation heaves and Kellen Moore kneeled out the clock, the No. 3 Broncos emerged 33-30 victors - and perfectly poised to crash the BCS national championship party.
In his NFC East Preview, my fellow columnist Eric Cooper refused to comment about Albert Haynesworth, and rightly so. The preseason shenanigans of the Redskins' disgruntled defensive tackle have been a 350-pound headache for coach Mike Shanahan, not to mention every NFL fan in the District. Here's a quick synopsis: Haynesworth signed a seven-year, $100 million deal with D.C. Fat Albert then proceeded to flunk a conditioning test that was so simple, even Mike Golic could do it. It's like those Snickers "You're not you when you're hungry" commercials, except that Haynesworth got his candy - $41 million guaranteed - and is still playing football like Betty White.
As a rule, I try not to question the wisdom of the Bible, my elders or a Grade-A Badass like the late U.S. Army General George S. Patton. So when 'Old Blood and Guts' opined, "Americans love a winner," I was perfectly inclined to believe him. After all, when Al Groh started winning more poetry contests than football games, it was time for Virginia football to start anew. But then I thought of the Charlie Browns of the baseball world - the poor sots who call themselves Pittsburgh Pirates fans - and Patton's law shattered faster than the guy in the glass.
In the latest edition of 'Athletes Behaving Badly,' the 2010 summer sports season was bursting with material. During the last three-odd months, we have witnessed "The Decision," the inception of the Miami Heat dynasty and a Cleveland-sized bonfire of LeBron James jerseys. We've seen a college football colossus - the USC Trojans - slapped with NCAA sanctions and stripped of a championship season. We've watched a 600th home run trot far more deserving of an asterisk than applause. And we've seen Brett Favre toy with yet another football franchise before retiring - and then un-retiring - again.
I'm not usually a big fan of writing sports columns in list form, but lists are fun and - more important - fast to finish. Thus, with my creative juices running even lower than usual, and a dual desire to enjoy some gorgeous spring weather and watch plenty of White Sox baseball games - I mean, study for finals - I'm making a list and spell-checking it twice. Even if, like me, you face a work-saturated summer in some dank, daunting, D.C. office, fear not! For those 'Hoos near the nation's capital - or planning a visit - during the summer, I present the five summer sports experiences you shouldn't miss. Without further ado - and with apologies to Andy Samberg - here's how to avoid three sport-less months "at Kinko's straight flippin' copies."
As much as the world needs yet another sportswriter's opinion on the 'BS' of the Bowl Championship Series or the sanctity of the 65-team NCAA Tournament, I think I'll take this opportunity to head for the greener pastures of playoff systems for professional sports. And even if NASCAR fits your definition of a 'real sport,' tough beans - only the 'Big Four' of American Sports made the cut for this column. The NFL, MLB, NHL and NBA playoffs all have their relative strengths and weaknesses, but only one playoff format can rule them all. On the basis of three categories - selectivity, parity and legacy - it's time to crown the champion of, well, the championships.