As soon as Mike Trout stepped onto the Camden Yards field for some early work Tuesday afternoon, he made eye contact with Baltimore Orioles shortstop J.J. Hardy, who immediately pointed to the Southwest.com advertisement on the center-field wall.
Stuffed in the large plastic bag Max Tuerk has been toting around the USC campus, there is a sandwich, two bananas, an energy bar, a pack of almonds and a whole avocado, as well as the remaining half of a fast-food chicken sandwich he had been gnawing on. All this, he says, is a snack.
Forget it, there?s nothing you can do. No amount of flattery, no barrels of cookies, no endless applause can get it done. Give up.
UCLA?s athletic teams will be able to use Pauley Pavilion and other venues this season, Athletic Director Dan Guerrero said.
For two years, the baseball world has watched and wondered. The Dodgers' owners paid a record price to buy a North American sports team. They secured a record television contract. They signed off on a record payroll.
TV star David Feherty isn't the most complicated man in the world, but he's in the conversation.
Oscar Hijuelos, the Pulitzer Prize-winning novelist who died Saturday, was a cultural pioneer who wrote elegant novels about ambitious Cuban expatriates and music-loving New Yorkers. He told stories that revealed the texture and passion of the Latino immigrant experience to legions of non-Latino readers for the first time. The son of Cuban immigrants, Hijuelos was born and raised in the upper half of Manhattan, in one of those wonderfully integrated, working-class neighborhoods the United States produced in the middle of the last century. His friends in the West Harlem neighborhood of Morningside Heights were German, Irish, black and Latino. When Hijuelos started writing, taking...