This is a column.
While updating my phone it crashed and I lost all of my information. Initially, I didn't think it was such a big deal. I couldn't have been more wrong as I ended up spending most of the day trying to recover all of my lost information. It's really quite scary how much information can be lost in a matter of seconds. On my boat I have a depth finder that has close to 10 years of fishing information stored on it. If by chance I was to lose that information, I don't know what I would ...
When I was a kid, I used to dig through the family couch for loose change. It's kind of silly now, but that was the fastest way to land cash for me at the time. All that money I came across went straight to the local baseball card store.
Just imagine the dark orange color that comes from a burning basketball jersey, one lit up by brokenhearted sports fans. LeBron James can't.
A close relative of mine mentioned to me that he was going camping for two days at one of the local lakes. As he began to go through his packing list, he couldn't help to add a few things here and there. Before he knew it, his truck was completely full. He couldn't believe how much stuff he needed for just a few days of camping.
About a year ago around this time, I wrote about the importance of Brock Lesnar, the UFC heavyweight champion that had the mouth to go along with his pit bull physique. He was a different kind of MMA fighter.
I've been thinking about this whole NBA free agency thingy. You know, the one that boasts the greatest free agency class in NBA history. There's the possibility of LeBron James, Dwyane Wade and Chris Bosh coming together to build a superstar team, and load of other big-time hoop stars that can alter any team into a good one.
This past weekend I received a hot tip on a camping location located slightly above Sonora. Being that it was going to be almost 20 degrees cooler up there than in the Manteca, I was open to the idea of spending the day someplace cooler.
Inside a downtown Modesto bar, while the customers were indulging in the FIFA World Cup, there was a problem. A major one.
For me, June 23 commenced shortly after 6 a.m.
It's not natural to wake up around the same time as the sun to watch sports, even for the most diehard fans. To me, sports seem to be more of an after-work affair, an opportunity to share a good time with family and friends either in the living room or at a sports bar, or something like that.
During the spring, there are seven sports that encompass the lives of many of the area high school students. That means plenty of stories, late-game heroics and heartbreak moments happen during this time. So what I'm about to do won't be easy. Actually, it'll be extremely tough.
Tommy Mendonca will be back in town. Well, sort of.
What if Gordon Hayward's shot went in?
Sometimes I like to repeat myself, and I'm going to do just that here: High school sports are the purest form of sports. It really captures what sports are all about -- the passion, the endless hours of practice, the small-town glory. And sometimes the athletes get to showcase their hard work in front of thousands of people or just a few dozen, mostly parents and peers. The effort is all the same.
These past few weeks my older sister, her husband, and two boys were visiting all the way from England. I was able to take my brother-in-law out fishing with me twice. Both times we limited out and really had a great time.
I'm pretty sure that all the talk amongst fishermen lately has been dominated with the water levels in our local lakes. It's definitely a concern of mine as I can't help to not think about how many of my summer fishing spots are already above water.
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