Look out! This is me stepping into the fray. This is me sharing an opinion that will likely be popular with some but, strangely, unpopular with many more who fancy themselves to be freethinking champions of the disenfranchised.
Look, I’m not here to tell you what to think or how to feel about anyone, least of all a professional athlete.
All the right things were said because that’s what team players do.
Offense wins hearts … wins fans … wins scoreboards … wins highlights on the 10 o’clock news.
On the night he hit that memorable last-second shot to beat the visiting Cleveland Cavaliers, Jazz veteran Gordon Hayward sat in front of his newly-relocated locker stall and smiled like he knew a secret.
Utah is famous today.
It was a front-and-center, everyone-was-watching, then oh-my-goodness -- gaff.
Does Gordon Hayward look different to you?
Admittedly, it’s not exactly flattering.
There is a need to tell the truth about the University of Utah’s football team after its overtime loss late Saturday/early Sunday at Arizona State.
Two warnings before reading today’s offering: No. 1, be aware that at some point in the next paragraph or two you’re going to read some “grumpy old guy” statements about not just the decay of American society but, more precisely, the decay of America’s attention span.
He’s new but let’s give the man credit for being grounded in reality.
When it comes to the 2014-15 version of the Utah Jazz, expectations are understandably low.
No, no, no they haven’t.
The question had to be asked.
There was a time when not knowing was as simple as not looking.
He laughed, but Bronco Mendenhall could’ve just as easily clenched his teeth and given the ol’ stink eye.
Not only did Jay Hill think outside the box, he thought outside the country.
Granted, it’s probably not very often, but there are times during the off season when Randy Rahe leaves basketball.
This isn’t about me, not really anyway.
Devontae Booker doesn’t care and neither should you.
Fair warning, folks. You’re about to read a statistic. More than one, probably.
Dale Murphy admits he hasn’t always been the perfect parent or, for that matter, the most congenial coach.
What Nick Vigil did last Friday got buried behind at least three other stories and that’s unfortunate.
JP Gibson’s smile lit up the room and when he sat at the podium he made a little gesture as if to say, “Here I am.”
It must’ve been magical, the sort of thing that could make your pulse quicken and your nerve endings rise up.
“Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’ into the future.” – The Steve Miller Band
If Kyle Whittingham is trying to help his football team, he’s going about it the wrong way.
Charismatic and exuding charm in a face of something he must’ve found perplexing, Quin Snyder smiled and, ever the lawyer, pleaded his case.
A week ago, a relentless Midwestern rainstorm proved to be a perfect metaphor for Utah’s determined victory over the Michigan Wolverines inside their famed football palace.
Jay Hill is the right coach for Weber State, I firmly believe that.
Why am I a sportswriter and not an NBA basketball player?
Kyle Whittingham set a record that night, but nobody ever talks about it.
Stop right there.
We wouldn’t admire Jim McMahon so much if he wasn’t … Jim McMahon.
The band played on.
It wasn’t exactly a Heisman Trophy performance, which is to say Taysom Hill’s prime time showing Thursday night was very good, but it wasn’t jaw-dropping.
They’re off an running and they’re not coming back.
His beard alone tells you he means business.
On days like this, when someone falls from a lofty perch, I’m particularly grateful I’m free from any personal demons, big or little.
First things first: I like Michael Sam. I’m a fan because I like the way the NFL rookie has gone about his business on the field and off it.
It … was … really … hard … to … watch … because … the … game … kept … starting … and … stopping. All … those … penalties … made … it … very … difficult … to … appreciate … BYU’s … go-hard … go-fast … offensive … approach.
I got a note from Utah State quarterback Chuckie Keeton in the mail the other day.
Tuesday afternoon I got the rare opportunity to be in the Standard-Examiner newsroom. Having worked here for a couple of decades now, you’d think I’d visit the place more often but this sportswriter gig I’ve got requires that I be out of the office covering live sporting events.
Try as I might – and, believe me, I’m trying – I cannot keep myself from using a cliche.
Like Christmas day when I was a kid, Day One of Utah Open week is marked on my calendar.
It was hot. Unnaturally hot for football, that’s for sure.
Welcome back, Alli.
Todd Brenkman watches his office like a hawk … literally.
Confession, they say, is good for the soul. Well, to be honest, my soul feels pretty good right now (it's probably because I recently played golf and watched a baseball game, but that's neither here nor there).