A lot of you probably spent the afternoon of Saturday, Nov. 30 like I did: watching the Ohio State-Michigan game.
Rootstown’s Alexia Van Snick was first introduced to baseball when her uncle gave her a tee-ball set when she was 4. Her love for the game snowballed from there.
So I’m right in the middle of reading Gerry Faust’s 1997 book “The Golden Dream,” detailing his tumultuous time as head coach at Notre Dame and the University of Akron, and it’s turning out to be quite the nostalgic experience for me — as well as a lesson in human nature.
Hello Windham Family! August is one of my favorite times of year in Bomber Country. Fall sports are kicking off, back to school is on its way and signs of autumn are on the horizon.
The Kent State University athletic program has a long and rich history with the Olympic Games. And when the 2024 Summer Olympics get underway today in Paris, the Golden Flashes will once again be well represented.
On the day of the 2023 National Women’s Soccer League (NWSL) Draft, Kayla Fischer was in scrubs completing a twelve-hour nursing clinical at Ohio State University. Her mom drove down and picked her up, and the two watched the event with friends and snacks.
Last December, Zoey St. John of Windham joined Dean Caputo’s Powerhouse Gym in Streetsboro with the intention of simply getting fit. But after she met her then soon-to-be coach, Cecilia Izaurieta, things changed.
Last week in Round Two, I discussed how almost nothing about college sports makes sense anymore, including simple math (the Big Ten Conference has 18 teams) and geography (two California schools, Stanford and Cal, are now in the Atlantic Coast Conference).
College football is my favorite sport.
Some of my earliest memories involve sitting in front of the television in the early 1970s watching the Ohio State-Michigan game and the Buckeyes playing in the Rose Bowl on New Year’s Day. The eye-catching visuals of the Scarlet and Gray lining up against those dreaded maize-and-blue wing-tip helmets, and the magical way the Buckeyes’ own silver helmets gleamed in the Southern California sunshine, were powerful images that are indelibly etched in my mind.
Welcome to Part 3 of my 30-year retrospective of my days shoeleathering around Portage County covering high school track & field. I could write a book on these experiences, which cover a period of roughly a decade from the mid-1990s to the early 2000s, but, short of a publishing deal, a few Round Two columns will have to do.