Enter the Warzone, breezy as an afternoon on Huntington Lake.
When Tim Lincecum gave up his first hit in the seventh inning Thursday night, a long-suffering San Francisco Giants fan (as if there is any other kind) was overheard grousing, "The Giants will never throw another no-hitter in my lifetime."
Thank you, Jonathan Sanchez, for making us a liar.
In those well-produced Nike commercials, Lance Armstrong insists he's riding the Tour de France for reasons other than personal glory.
Now's the time to make good on that pledge. Armstrong already has proven he's a great champion. But if he helps steer Alberto Contador, his younger and more talented teammate, to victory in Paris, Lance will also show he's a great sportsman. And those aren't the same thing.
Thought-provoking article this week by Sports Illustrated's Alexander Wolff about why pro cycling is viewed so differently on opposite sides of the Atlantic.
The gist: In Europe, bike racers are looked upon in the same way we view boxers, kids who battle their way out of disadvantaged situations. In the U.S., bike racers are looked upon as nerds not athletic enough to play football or baseball. Explains a lot.
When Alphonso Bigelow drops off his first donation check, Fresno State should ask him for a second form of ID. Just for fun.
To proponents, it's mixed martial arts. To critics, it's cage fighting.
To the rest of us, it's all semantics, and we wonder if a boxing card at Woodward Park would cause such an outcry.
As long as Clovis West High officials insist on hiring football coaches from outside the region, the carousel will continue spinning.
We find it hard to believe Nike would confiscate videotape of Xavier's Jordan Crawford dunking on LeBron James just because it would embarrass the King.
More likely: Crawford was wearing Pumas.
If Jeremy Mayfield hadn't waited two months to deny he used methamphetamine, maybe we'd have an easier time believing him.
For no particular reason: Winfred Walton.
John Bachar, who died last Sunday at age 51, was more than just the greatest climber of his generation. He was a mythic figure.
Bachar once put up $10,000 to anyone who could follow him on a day of free soloing (climbing without rope or any form of protection) in Yosemite. There were no takers.
Baseball players can be such comedians. Here's what one High Desert Maverick said about teammate Jamie McOwen's 45-game hitting streak, which ended Friday night in Modesto:
"Big deal. Jamie gets one hit a night, and all of the sudden it's national news."
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