The Drive:
    I have to admit to not watching a whole lot of NBA basketball these days. I find myself wandering through the channels and stopping on something like The Bourne Indentity or The Green Mile. But I WATCHED the Magic and the Hawks tonight, game one.  First impressions—the Magic—a tremendous basketball team. Second impression—J.J. has become a more versatile, more valuable asset on the court.  He moves better without the ball, is driving the ball to the bucket more, and of course—the guy can—-and always could—flat out shoot it. Plus he’s more active in the other phases—loose ball rebounds, assists—-he dumps it inside almost automatically—and his defense looked OK to me. It all bodes well for the former Cave Spring and Duke star to continue his pro career.

The Fairway:
    The Scott Robertson is ready to roll out another star-studded, top knotch field of junior golfers.  Six junior golf All-Americans highlight the boys field. On the Girls side, the 5th, 7th and 10th ranked players in the nation will be here beginning May 14th.  In all the field includes players from 23 different states and 19 different countries.  College programs these golfers are headed for: Virginia Tech, Radford, Richmond, Wake Forest, Georgia Tech, Central Florida, UNC-Wilmington, Auburn, Vanderbilt, East Tennessee State, Pepperdine, USC, Harvard, Tulsa, Louisville and Akron.

The Green:
    Ernie Harwell passed away at the age of 92. He was to Detroit baseball broadcasting what Harry Kalas was to Philadelphia. That was explained to me in college by a guy at our radio station that worshiped him like I worshiped Kalas. If you grew up with someone like that, you understand. If you didn’t, that’s a shame. I used to sneak a little radio and an earplug to bed with me to listen to Harry call the Phillies games on the west coast when I was in elementary school. Those 10:05 first pitches out there left me bleary eyed for school many a morning, but I grew to love Harry’s voice bringing me the Fightin’ Phils. I know Ernie had the same effect on Detroit’s faithful for generations. Another great one is gone.

The Jar:
    Always beware of the Lady in Black.