Opinion Archive

I was looking forward to covering high school football on Oct. 9. Another chance to be under the lights of Friday night.

Instead, I was at home waiting out the wrath of Hurricane Isaias, the wind blowing hard in the dark of night and my mind left to wonder what kind of destruction would be left behind once the storm was over.

Ray Kerr’s story is exactly the kind of story you love to see in sports.

And it’s a reminder that you don’t always have to be the five-star recruit or the top dog for a major college program to make your sports dream a reality.

I mentioned to Meighan on a Friday afternoon that the weather in the Northeast was forcing the Boston Red Sox to relocate their regular-season finale against the Chicago Cubs to Tropicana Field in Tampa on Sunday afternoon.

We both hinted that it would be cool to go see the game, even if it was around seven hours away.

These columns are starting to write themselves thanks to the Florida High School Athletic Association.

I go to check out the regional rankings for volleyball, and when I click on the rankings link on the FHSAA site, it spits out a list from MaxPreps.

September is National Suicide Prevention Month. Of course, every month matters when it comes to mental health.

It is easy to be a high school head coach on a Saturday morning, or honestly, any other morning during the week or weekend. It might be the easiest job in the world.

We all know everything the day after a game.

I was supposed to cover a volleyball game. Or maybe it was a tennis match. I don’t remember exactly considering we are talking about something that happened 25 years ago.

But I will never forget the first sporting event I covered a few days after Sept. 11, 2001.

Go ahead and laugh if you want, but I wonder how close we are to having freshmen college football and basketball players returning to high school for another year.

There is always a lot of new this time of the year. New school year. New sports seasons. New opportunities.

I’ve been pretty busy lately and don’t get nearly as many chances as I have had in the past to attend Blue Wahoos baseball games.

But with my mom in town from Illinois a couple of weeks ago, I figured why not head out to the ballpark.