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Recent Columns:
What a difference a year makes.
For tennis fans, for sports fans, for fans of drama and skill and guts, what great luck that the Taj Mahal of tennis would produce a second straight match-for-the-ages in the men's final at the All England Club.
In the well-worn form of Andy Roddick, a good bit of 1930s great Don Budge and his irreverent, long-deceased tennis coach have found their way to the regal grounds of Wimbledon.
What, you didn't know Socrates was a baseball junkie?
Let's keep our heads here.
Can't you just see it?
All right, all right. So he's not the biggest, baddest and most powerful. So he doesn't have the glossy name he'd have if his first years had been spent in Boston or New York, or even Chavez Ravine.
May the spirit of the tough-guy old-timers rain down on baseball once more.
Who among us was taken aback by the news that Sammy Sosa used performance-enhancing drugs to fuel his bulked-up career?
Who knew that Long Beach would become Southern California's last refuge for baseball dreamers, a place where hope and reality and off-kilter fastballs collide?