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Articles by Ron Reid
A real lulu in Lubbock
Out in the western reaches of Texas, the city of Lubbock reposes in un-shaded isolation. A mecca for pickup trucks, cottonseed oil and dust storms, Lubbock also can boast of 3% unemployment, glutted bank accounts and some of the friendliest folks ever to order chicken-fried steak. However, neither Texas Tech with its elegant campus nor air as clear as Steuben glass has enabled Lubbock to shake its unsophisticated image, and the community itself may be to blame. Take last week, for example.
The Golden State of Rick Barry
On the court his facial expressions range from pure Buster Keaton to the tortured look of an opera buff at an Alice Cooper gig, and they all serve to disguise the fact that this is the happiest of all his nine pro basketball seasons for Rick Barry of the Golden State Warriors. Of course, things have never been quite what they seemed with Barry, the 6'7½" forward with radar-accurate shooting skill.
THE BIG WIND IN CHICAGO
It was the shank of a summer evening in Chicago—and Harry Caray, the inimitable White Sox broadcaster, was sauntering up State Street sipping a banana daiquiri. Harry's wee-hours constitutionals, particularly those undertaken in the drinking quarter where State and Rush streets converge, have become the occasion for impromptu civic celebrations. Hordes of revelers trail him along the streets, shouting, "Hey, Harry," or chanting his name, "Har-ree...Har-ree." Cabdrivers stall traffic to hail him.
Jimmy Connors was Raised by Women to Conquer Men
A man who has been the indisputable favorite of his mother keeps for life the feeling of conqueror, the confidence of success which often induces real success. —SIGMUND FREUD Jimmy Connors was the indisputable favorite of his grandmother as well, and so, he is most abundantly infused with this magic milk. It surges through his veins, suppressing every doubt and every defeat. And why not?
DON'T LET 'EM WEAR YOU DOWN!
In the first minute of the second quarter in its game with Ohio State last year, Indiana scored a touchdown and kicked the extra point. Lee Corso, the Indiana coach, immediately called time and huddled his players on the sideline, where he had a photographer take a picture of the happy group at an angle which allowed the scoreboard to fill the background: INDIANA 7, OHIO STATE 6. Asked why he did this, Corso said, "It's the first time in 25 years Indiana has led Ohio State in a game.
MAKING ANOTHER KIND OF PITCH
At first glance the subjects looked easy, the sort of gut courses that college students dream about. USC undergraduate Tom Seaver, already gainfully employed as a major league pitcher, needed 18 more credits for his B.S. degree.
A KING WITHOUT A CROWN
With the recent departures of Charles de Gaulle, J. Edgar Hoover and Don Vito Corleone, there are not many, as they say in the eulogy trade, "giants" left on this earth. Not many of that very special, one-of-a-kind, towering eminence sort of fellow standing head and heart above the rest in his chosen field, who has it, knows it, does it, loves it and flaunts it.
Dehaven Claims Marathon Trial, But . . . He Was The Only Man Who Qualified To Represent The United States At The Sydney Games.
Peter De La Cerda, 28, of Alamosa, Colo., finishing second in what was the second marathon he had ever run, was timed in 2:16:18, and Mark Coogan, 34, the 1996 runner-up, came in third at 2:17:04. DeHaven's was the slowest winning time at a U.S. marathon trial since 1972. Worse yet, it wasn't quick enough to beat or equal the Olympics A qualifying standard of 2 hours, 14 minutes.
Shhhh! All's Quiet In Oakland Especially between Kenny Stabler and Al Davis, who aren't speaking; but the Snake has silenced the discord created when he criticized several teammates - SI.com
Kenny Stabler, scraggly bearded and feisty, finished a rap session with the press one afternoon last week and strode onto the field at the Oakland Raiders' training camp in Santa Rosa, Calif. He took the snap from Center Dave Dalby, dropped back and scanned the coverage. Finding Morris Bradshaw free, he connected with him on a 50-yard scoring pass. The play was vintage Stabler, and the members of the Raiders' offense cheered, happily drinking it in.
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