THE VIRGINIAN-PILOT
Copyright (c) 1995, Landmark Communications, Inc.
DATE: Wednesday, January 4, 1995 TAG: 9501040520
SECTION: SPORTS PAGE: C1 EDITION: FINAL
SOURCE: BOB MOLINARO
LENGTH: Medium: 68 lines
Now that 1994 has gone down hard on strikes (baseball and hockey), here are some of the things I'd like to see in 1995.
A World Series.
I would like to see less celebrating after a tackle.
Fewer MRIs.
A bad hair year for Jimmy Johnson.
Odell Hodge with two good knees.
I would like to see a doctor confirm my suspicion that Terry Bradshaw is hooked on goofy pills.
I would like to see Dan Marino get his Super Bowl victory.
Julio Cesar Chavez and Sweetpea Whitaker in the same ring.
An American golfer who can win a Grand Slam.
Better free throw shooting.
Two basketballs for the U.Va. backcourt.
Chris Webber grow up.
Spring training with big leaguers.
I'd like to see Dennis Rodman's hair-coloring bills.
Charles Barkley win an NBA title.
Monica Seles with a racket in her hands.
Somebody who understands the NFL tie-breaking procedures.
I would like to see only bad pro quarterbacks get hurt.
Fans collect autographs for their memories, not their resale value.
Better officiating put an end to talk about bringing back instant replay.
Dick Vitale with laryngitis.
One reason why Arkansas can't repeat as college basketball champ.
I would like to see the next pro athlete who says he'd play for nothing taken up on his offer.
Joe Montana retire before he's mistaken for just another banged-up quarterback.
Dan Dierdorf learn that dumb comments delivered at top volume are no less dumb.
I'd like to see Forrest Gump's SAT scores.
Baseball owners explaining themselves before a congressional committee.
The NFL in Baltimore.
The Redskins sign a tight end who can catch.
I would like to see the '96 Olympic hypemaking machinery spare us a little while longer.
I would like to see Jose Canseco ask the Red Sox to move back the Green Monster just to give pitchers a sporting chance.
A fourth quarter that matters in a Super Bowl.
Less carnage on the race tracks.
George Foreman pick on somebody his own age.
At least one regular-season basketball game that decides something.
For Michael Jordan's sake, a smaller strike zone, and even smaller parks.
I'd like to see lawyer jokes altered to fit sports memorabilia dealers.
Mike Tyson, when he gets out of prison, find someone to protect him from himself.
Less trash talk, more sportsmanship.
I would like to see a Norfolk Tides team worthy of Harbor Park.
A return to two-hour basketball games.
The real Desmond Howard.
A happy retirement for the Bowl Coalition.
Bonnie Blair doing whatever makes her smile.
Once again, under the feet of all athletes, less artificial turf, more grass. by CNB