Kenneth Wheelock "Kenny" Mayne (born September 1, 1959) is a sports journalist and comedian for ESPN. He currently appears as host of Kenny Mayne's Wider World of Sports on ESPN.com, and he appeared as a weekly contributor to "Sunday NFL Countdown" with his weekly "Mayne Event" segment.
A native of Kent, Washington, Mayne was an honorable mention junior college All-American quarterback in 1978 at Wenatchee Valley College in Wenatchee, Washington. He graduated from the University of Nevada, Las Vegas in 1982 with a degree in broadcasting. He was the backup quarterback and was ahead of future NFL star Randall Cunningham on the depth chart.
While at UNLV, Mayne played football for two years and he later signed as a free agent with the Seattle Seahawks. He has been the manager for the American League team in the Legends and Celebrity All Star Softball Game since its inception in 2001, but in 2010 he elected not to appear in the game.
After beginning his television career with a brief stint as a reporter for KLVX-TV in Las Vegas, Nevada, Mayne spent seven years (1982–89) at KSTW-TV in Seattle, Washington. Eventually he became a weekend sports anchor and weekday news reporter. Mayne resigned from KSTW in 1989.
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