Some people slog through winter, some grind silently and some howl.
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As midseason water cascaded over the ACC cliff, Coach Jeff Bzdelik engaged a Wake Forest freshman in conversation.
The N.C. State crowd arrived late, probably stuck in the persistent Boomtown rush hour.
Under an eternal tent of banners and an occasional blanket of roars, nothing comes easily for North Carolina.
As the ACC race opened last year, Roy Williams seldom saw a break in his darkest clouds. The clouds got darker.
Duke isn't No. 1 now. Duke is one of many.
College football’s run for the money ended early Tuesday morning. Or did it? Auburn beat Oregon 22-19 on a last-play field goal and caressed the crystal football symbolizing the BCS title.
Baseball fans routinely make too much of Opening Day and the following week, weaving elaborate dreams from loose threads that often unravel during a six-month truth detector called the long season.
There’s a difference between a ditch and a rut.
Villanova’s Matt Szczur looks like a baseball player, the black grease spread under his eyes to combat the sun’s glare and the dark beard in full playoff bloom.
Villanova’s Matt Szczur looks like a baseball player, the black grease spread under his eyes to combat the sun’s glare and the dark beard in full playoff bloom.
If the college entertainment industry created jobs as fast as it creates bowls, every willing American could find work before the San Diego County Credit Union Poinsettia Bowl kicks off.
Very few quarterbacks would walk outdoors on a playoff morning, see the snow and smile.
In the midnight aftermath of Duke’s 84-79 win over Michigan State Wednesday, reporters clustered around freshman Kyrie Irving and asked variations of the same locker-room question: Why are you so great so soon?
For N.C. State, though, nothing seemed as cold and bitter yesterday as the scoreboard reality. By losing to Maryland 38-31, the Wolfpack blew a shot at the school’s first ACC championship since 1979.
State is red all over, but the Wolfpack’s magical football season looks more and more like a period piece that belongs on black-and-white videotape.
In the competitive drama of sports, the sharpest reflexes aren’t always automatic reflexes.
Dean Smith coached his first North Carolina game on Dec. 2, 1961, beating Virginia.
BOONE — On a golden mountain afternoon stolen from September, Appalachian State’s powerhouse trampled Wofford 43-13 and rounded into December form.
Sometimes the ACC looks like a mansion on a hill with only two full baths, and sometimes it looks like a luxury jetliner with only two seats in first class.
Kyle Singler often speaks one murmur above a whisper, but his game is loud and deep and trained for March.
N.C. State’s Terrell Manning will remember the mindless penalty that wiped out his 81-yard interception return yesterday.
Football is a numbers game: 85 on scholarship, 11 on a side, a stretcher on every sideline.
The stock-car jockeys ride around Talladega Superspeedway all afternoon, playing wagon train until they play chicken and head for home, usually on four tires but sometimes on one roof.
RALEIGH — About the time the fireworks exploded, the moonbeams penetrated the heavy clouds and N.C. State finally could see reflected light at the end of an elongated football tunnel.
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