Let’s discard the nonsense that this is just another fight, or that it doesn’t feed a starving sport.
In the endless nuance, childish pride, and politics of the most-publicly and endlessly negotiated sporting event in human history, semantics matter. More than the money, more than the fight, more than legacy.
There’s a certain irony to having the NBA All-Star game in New York City. For more years than we New Yorkers care to admit, both NYC and MSG have been basketball mausoleums, places where hoop dreams go to die.
Floyd, you’re great. While I can’t concede the greatest, and I wince when you compare yourself favorably to The Greatest (Muhammad Ali), I’ll give it that you’re the best of your time.
The split-screen drama performed by the Patriots has our nation scratching its head.
We love the NFL because it’s mostly a meritocracy, which brings us to the divisional round, the top shelf of football delicacies.
The NFC and AFC North titles will be fought for by iconic franchises, in sacred arenas; just 60 minutes of mayhem in old, cold NFL towns.
With more dueling monologues than a presidential campaign, it’s sounding more and more like Floyd Mayweather Jr. and Manny Pacquiao will fight next year.
The bell has tolled for Brian Hoyer.
Rodgers’ numbers are mesmerizing.
Since we are upon our great day of gratitude, let’s look to sports for reasons to give thanks.
Somewhere way on the right side of your globe, in the aorta of China, Manny Pacquiao will fight on Saturday, Nov. 22.
There’s a contemporary push to place starting pitchers in the same realm as everyday players, which is confusing as it is annoying.
The Dallas Cowboys, at 6-1, once again look like America’s Team. Will they continue their run, and do they deserve the title?
Baseball is trying to be pure again. And when you consider the final four teams in the MLB postseason, they did a good job.
Jason discusses Tom Brady, Bill Belichick, and the Patriots not being done yet.
The masses and pundits are lunging over each other to put the postmortems on the Brady/Belichick dynasty.
Football reduces us to our most private and primate impulses. We survive winter through the vicarious thrill we get from our favorite football teams.
It seems we’ve jumped into the pool of relativism since we got wind of Josh Gordon’s season-long suspension for marijuana use. You have the indignant faction that can’t believe someone who smokes weed gets a year while Ray Rice skates with a two-game suspension
Word dripped down this week that Jim Kelly’s cancer is gone.