a year in review
Right here, right now we delve into our sports ode for 2012
By Fred Lief
AP Sports Writer
So how was your year? Setbacks, advances?
Hey, no doubt, it went better than Lances.
First up on sports yearlong ride: an unrelenting Crimson Tide.
JoePa makes his great migration, trailed by heartache and litigation.
Elis coming and Giants roll, past Brady in the Super Bowl.
Suddenly, alls Linsanity: headlines, puns, sheer inanity.
A banned Ryan Braun left fans aghast, but an arbiter said not so fast.
Daytona, Kenseth lets explain: The night sets fire to the rain.
Then football gets its jolt of jolts, when Peytons place is not with Colts.
Tebow leaves the Mile High air and joins the Jets a time for prayer.
Kentucky wins, backed by Davis. Rent a team (call Hertz or Avis).
Baylor follows. Need a reason? Brittney Griner, perfect season.
Ozzie Guillen, with much to tell, sings loving praises of Fidel.
The shaken Saints now turn to Vitt; Pat Summitt says its time to quit.
Out at Indy, sitting pretty, once again its all Franchitti.
Pro football vets demand their due, concussed and angry, thousands sue.
Ill Have Anothers path seems clear, but still no Triple Crown this year.
Wait a second. Can this be right? Manny Pacquiao lost a fight?
Lord Stanleys Cup goes to the Kings, while hockeys woes wait in the wings.
After all the sound and fury, Clemens walks, cleared by a jury.
The Heat are champs. It looks like reign. South Beach party LeBron and Dwyane.
Sanduskys jury has its say: This coach wont see the light of day.
Soccers armada, mighty Spain, captures the Euros in Ukraine.
Come Wimbledon, Serenas crown; Paternos statue is taken down.
Then Wiggins rides with guile and grit, the Tour de France goes to a Brit.
Olympics start, McCartney sings, Phelps swims with gills, Bolt soars with wings.
Pistorius runs, Gabbys great; a specter looms: Badmintongate.
Brilliant Games, with heart and brio; snuff the flame and on to Rio.
Augusta bends. How awfully nice. A female member Condi Rice.
Lance lambasted for all to see, his lies unfold as sponsors flee, his titles stripped, life off its hinge; now its all about the syringe.
Perfect time to make this wager: Andy Murray wins a major.
The NHL then shuts its door. (I think weve heard this song before.)
Replacement refs prove one big mess, the league is forced to acquiesce.
Ryder Cup comes to Medinah. Europe gives U.S. angina.
Hold no vote, form no committee Washingtons a baseball city.
Those Oakland As, no hand-me-down. Miguel Cabrera, Triple Crown.
Buster Posey and Hunter Pence. This really doesnt make much sense.
The Giants sweep to take it all. Black and orange, the style for fall.
No marathon, New York City. Sandy strikes and shows no pity.
Colts ride a wave of splendid Luck. They shave their heads and play for Chuck.
The Lakers stumble, wont sit still, sign DAntoni, pass on Phil.
Keselowski, Penske Sprint to Cup; Notre Dame, Bama, coming up.
College conferences realign, in thrall to TVs dollar sign. Maryland, Rutgers, Big Ten bound, the money chase goes round and round.
The Chiefs and Cowboys reel from blows. The NFLs in mourning clothes.
Johnny Football wins Heisman race; Pacquiaos crushed, flat on his face.
The year is quickly put to bed, with whats been done and whats been said, while limbering up sight unseen, for whats on deck ... 2013.