The sizzling Suns had won 29 of 31—that's 29 of 31—after thrashing the T-Wolves
with a 46 point third quarter on Sunday. (Observed Steve Nash, above, "It's
nice to have a quarter like that.") On ice, the scrapping Coyotes
(defenseman Travis Roche: "We haven't had any quit in us") had won 10
of 15 to climb near .500.
All Wellses can spend well. Blue Jays centerfielder Vernon Wells got the
off-season rolling by signing a $126 million seven-year deal with Toronto;
oval-shaped lefty David Wells (right), 43, just got a contract worth up to $7
million from San Diego; and even Kip Wells (6.50 ERA last year) got $4 million
from St. Louis.
Sofa, so good: The riveting Pats-Colts classic on Sunday and that game in Miami
on Feb. 4 make this a prime time to be a potato. Meanwhile at the Dick Weber
Open, southpaw bowler Jason Couch rolled a cool 258—nine strikes, baby!—in the
final to defend his title.
You know this guy? Undaunted by 40-mph winds ("Brutal," he'd say), the
seventh-year pro eagled the 18th en route to his first PGA win and—yowsa!—a
$900,000 pay day at the Bob Hope Classic.
Brady (above) and the boys went down in Indy, the injury-ravaged Celtics
(Paulie, please come back) had sunk to 12--27, the Bruins were skating in the
basement of the Northeast Division, and another piece of the 2004 miracle is
lost: Red Sox lifer, fan favorite and hustlin' dirt dog Trot Nixon signed to
play for the Indians.
The Kings forward formerly—and still—known for wigging out was booed and jeered
relentlessly in his first game in Detroit since he slugged a fan and went into
the stands there two seasons ago. Even after getting crushed 91--74, Ron-Ron
didn't leave without taking another swipe, this one at the Pistons (page 76):
"They're not as good as they used to be."
At the Australian Open, Marat Safin got fined for verbal abuse of officials,
Lleyton Hewitt got fined for his own audible obscenity, and Maria Sharapova
assailed an ump with a very bad word. Stateside, the Hawks' Josh Smith let his
fingers do the talking, flipping off fans in Charlotte.
This guy you know. Undone by the high winds, the Bob Hope's main attraction
drove three balls into the water, had his cap blown off (a photographer ran it
down), shot a 78 and won just $15,500.