Jerry Lee is passionate about sports and young people. His tireless work to make the Florence District 1 athletics awards banquet something special is proof of that.
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Much like Wrigley Field in Chicago or Fenway Park in Boston, the East Cobb Baseball complex in the northeast suburbs of Atlanta is one of those baseball meccas that you have to make a trek to in order to truly feel its aura.
When it comes to the NCAA men’s basketball tournament, I don’t know much about bracketology.
The South Carolina High School League’s lower state basketball championships at the Florence Civic Center this weekend is as good a time as any to ponder what kind of sports town Florence is.
Lyles' debut in majors ranked as area's top story
Each year, we here in the sports department are given total access to high school football teams across the Pee Dee.
A man should never leave this world the way Shannon Stone did.
On the baseball fields of Central Park in North Myrtle Beach, 9- and 10-year-olds do their best to put smiles on adult faces.
Love baseball? Love having the RedWolves here in Florence?
So Toronto’s Jose Bautista homered three times on Sunday, giving him 16 through 40 games and putting him on pace for 65 by season’s end.
William Haynie is a race car driver. Not one of NASCAR’s handpicked pretty boys with a corporate tongue, but a real race car driver.
Morning News sports editor Sam Bundy caught up with Steven Zolezzi, Coker College’s first-ever lacrosse signee, on his cell somewhere in New York on Saturday.
Growing up in the tiny town of Dallas, N.C., in the 1970s, I always loved hearing the late country comedian Jerry Clower tell a good huntin’ or fishin’ story, either on an 8-track tape bought from a flea market, on the radio or on TV.
When folks find out I covered professional baseball extensively early in my career, they inevitably want to know the greatest player I’ve ever seen play.
Barrett Kleinknecht made his major-league debut for the Atlanta Braves Friday night. No, it wasn’t at Turner Field in Atlanta. And, no, the game didn’t count.
Ever since my column on Harvey Updyke’s alleged poisoning of the Toomer's Corner oak trees, predictably, there has been a steady stream of e-mails to my inbox.
In a classic case of overkill, Auburn police have their man in the Toomer's Corner tree killing.
Here it is, Super Bowl Sunday, and I gotta work. But don’t cry for me, Roger Goodell. I’m working by choice.
Funny how a photo can jog the memory, isn’t it? The one of Hartsville High School’s palatial new gym on this page a couple Fridays ago took me back nearly 20 years.
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