It has its own language, a distinct culture, and codes and standards that transcend race and national identity. uls it’s ebhilarating—even in the Texas heat.
The Tiny town of Mullin adopted its high school football heroes in more ways than one. These foster children and native sons had the time of their lives playing in the Super Bowl of six-man football.
He scored big for UT and four NFL teams; now Raul Allegre is back in the game with his weekly Spanish-language football show.
In Mexico’s Sea of Cortés the bonito, tuna and dorado nearly jump into your boat. No wonder I’m hooked.
Back in the swing.
At the 1995 state high school wrestling championships, pinning wasn’t everything. It was the only thing.
Once he raced cars; now he builds them. Even at 72, it seems, Carroll Shelby can’t slow down.
As Houston Rockets head coach Rudy Tomjanovich is discovering, it's one thing to win the MBA title—and quite another to play like champions.
In heavyweight boxing—and in the glare of media lights—it helps to be larger than life. Ask George Foreman, 1994’s comeback kid.
The rookie Cowboys coach has turned out to be exactly what all the critics said he wasn’t: a winner.
All for Texas cheerleading, stand up, sit down, and read, read on.
All-star, MVP, and now champion.
By all rights, Oilers coach Jack Pardee should be the most respected Texan in football. Instead, his days may be numbered.
To Dallas, the World Cup meant gearing up for riots, a crime wave, and—of course—real football.
Jerry Jones may have the biggest ego in football, but don’t bet against him. Even without Jimmy Johnson, he still has the best team.
The end of the Southwest Conference was predictable, but for eighty years it gave Texas fans a brand of football that was anything but.
Baseball season is here at last, and for the Texas Rangers and their fans, it’s a whole new Ballpark.
Carrying someone else’s golf bag used to be the best way to learn about the game. Now caddying is a lost art.
Once, the fight for funding and attention in college sports pitted women against men. Today, with women’s sports commanding greater respectability, it’s also women versus women, and the fight is uglier.
When Houston’s pro sports teams collapse late in the season—as they may do this year—faithful fans like me are never surprised. We’ve almost come to expect it.
How 89-year-old Harvey Penick turned life’s lessons into a best-selling book—and followed it up with another master stroke.
Tuff Hedeman was born in El Paso and raised on rodeo. Today he’s one the best bull riders in the world.
By speaking softly and carrying a custom made stick, san Antonio’s Vivian villarreal is breaking pro pool’s gender barrier.
At play in the fields of Mexico, onetime major leaguers find beisbol is an entirely different game.
The Alamodome is more than an outsized sports arena. It’s a marvel of urban planning that ensures San Antonio’s downtown vitality for years to come.
Even after his baseball career is over, Nolan Ryan will continue to be a role model for my kids—and me.
Far away from the crowded urban courses, there’s an older, saner game. Welcome to the pleasures of nine-hole golf and sand greens.
Jimmy Johnson said he’d see us in the Super Bowl, and he was right. Now he is a hero, and his critics are eating crow.
Can the desire to win transform Japan’s gung ho golfers into pros?
Three years after he replaced Tom Landry, Jimmy Johnson is giving Dallas Cowboys fans something to cheer about—and his critics are eating their words.
HIS HEAD IS A TOMATO CHUNK. HIS tortilla shell is surprisingly furry. His feet look like jalapeño peppers. And when kids tackle him during the sixth-inning footrace at the San Antonio Missions’ home games at V. J. Keefe Field, they sometimes send his shredded lettuce and grated cheese flying. What’s
One of the state’s strongest contenders for a gold medal at the Summer Olympics will be San Marcos high jumper Charles Austin. That’s assuming that the 24-year-old Austin, the reigning world champion in the high jump, makes the team at the Olympic trials in late June. He is one of
Rodeo, rodeo, wherefore art thou rodeo? Mary Ellen Mark went to small towns all over Texas to find out.
The Texas Rangers have been thinking: Can they afford to keep Rubén Sierra, their best player ever?
Whether on the field or on the tube, Steve McMichael’s roughhousing grabs fans.
Quick: Name the Laredo brothers who were world bantamweight champs at the same time.
Young girls who want to win an Olympic gymnastics medal have to pay the price, and Bela Karolyi makes sure that they don’t get off cheap.
The most satisfying part of being a Houston Oilers fan isn’t their record this season or quarterback Warren Moon’s command of the run-and-shoot offense or the way the home crowds get so worked up that they threaten to blow the roof off the Astrodome. No, it’s that distinctive drawl on
Austin’s Kevin Schwantz is one of the world’s most famous and highest-paid athletes, and no one in Texas knows who he is.
Whenever sports–souvenir companies look at Rangers ace Nolan Ryan, they see dollar signs.
Introducing the Wild West Conference, the ideal league for Longhorn and Aggie football.
Photograph by Michael O’BrienMichael O’Brien put the legendary Heisman trophy winner on the highest available pedestal for this shot. Campbell joins the trio of other famous Texans —Nolan Ryan, George Strait, and former Miss USA Gretchen Polhemus—who have posed looking spiffy for Wrangler’s “Western originals” advertising campaign, created by
How I learned that the toughest job in sports is umpiring girls’ kickball.
Boxing caught its second wind when George Foreman went the distance with the champ, Evander Holyfield.
The only thing scarier than facing a great pitcher is facing a hothead like Roger Clemens.
With racing legend Jim Hall back on the fast track, Texas is primed for the Indy 500.
To understand Wanda Holloway’s dark and desperate story, you have to start with where she came from.
By running-and-gunning down opponents in the NCAA tournament, Tom Penders has jump-started UT basketball.
Southwest Conference trophies, commemorating long-forgotten triumphs, are still winners.
Cycling a hundred miles is a hard enough way to spend a Saturday. It’s even harder in Wichita Falls in August.