Vince Grippi

A GRIP ON SPORTS • Let’s wander around the dial together today, shall we? Maybe we’ll land on WKRP or some other old-time rock and roll station.

A GRIP ON SPORTS • What is it Tom Waits wrote so many years ago? “... six in the morning, gave me no warning, I had to be on my way.” Six in the morning always gives no warning when someone who seemed so much like a member of the family passes on their way.

A GRIP ON SPORTS • For the next couple months, the sun will be a bother. Maybe not for you, but for me, certainly. In the morning. Though my office window faces pretty much due north, the tilt of the Earth as we enter late spring means the morning sun is in my eyes. And may just blind me to the day’s possibilities.

A GRIP ON SPORTS • I have a theory. May is the new June. I possess no empirical evidence to support that hypothesis, but my gut tells me it’s true. And when you’ve invested as much money in a gut as I have, you learn to trust it.

A GRIP ON SPORTS • Sunday is probably not the best day of the week to be judging. To be sharing opinions. To be, well, harsh. Then again, when you are a contrarian, it’s probably the best day.

A GRIP ON SPORTS • It’s always illuminating when spring’s volatile weather illustrates the truism about plans, laughter and the Almighty.

A GRIP ON SPORTS • If you did not know, this weekend holds a special place on the calendar. It is the last before the unofficial start of summer, Memorial Day weekend. In other words, it’s the last time to travel without the roads being clogged. And gas prices being artificial inflated.

A GRIP ON SPORTS • One eye is glued to ESPN+. Another is focused on the Seahawks’ schedule. And, if we had a third eye, it would not be blind to what’s going on in college athletics.