Once upon a time, the Magdalena boys basketball team's rivalry with Quemado meant something — and not necessarily something good.
If it seems Lawrence Baca is a bottomless pit, so be it.
This isn’t the Pollyanna Times.
This also isn’t the Pessimist Times.
In the wake of the spat El Defensor Chieftain finds itself involved in with Socorro girls basketball coach Marleen Greenwood, it is important to convey those two sentiments.
Estancia's top gun was shooting blanks.
In a duel – staged some two centuries after the infamous one between Burr and Hamilton – Hamilton still got the raw end of the deal.
This time, the Socorro girls basketball team wasn’t mismatched, but perfectly matched.
"Sweet Caroline" blared through the speakers inside Hope Christian’s gym.
The T on the front of the Zuni T-Birds jerseys, apparently, stood for "technical."
Sheer silence to sheer pandemonium.
Where was Captain Crunch when the Socorro boys basketball team needed him? Nowhere to be found.
The Imperial Dynasty has nothing on the one Hope Christian is cooking up.
It’s a matchup with regional ties, and in the larger context of the District 3-2A season, it’s the dullest storyline ever.
To say the lunch-pail team was getting its lunch eaten at the start of Thursday night's game is an understatement.
The bleachers bellowed. The bellicose Alamo crowd cried out for a call. Cougars' head coach Chee Apachito shouted at his team to foul.
The Book of Eli is littered with late-game heroics.
It was a whirlwind of surreal scenarios and uncooked emotions, yet somehow the Alamo Navajo boys and girls basketball teams remained undaunted by all they encountered at the American Indian Classic.
Reality check or an inaccurate reflection of reality?
Bigger isn't always better.
This one was won years ago.
It was a bad omen.