Colts owner Jim Irsay pleaded guilty to a misdemeanor count of driving while intoxicated.
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
There are now stiffer penalties for all sorts of off-the-field incidents.
Marijuana makes football feel less bad, but the The Shield won’t tolerate it.
“I didn’t get it right,” Roger Goodell wrote of punishment for Ray Rice.
If the Roger Goodell wants to tout safety, there’s an obvious move to make here.
The slow fade of the “Redskins” nickname is taking shape.
“It has to be consistent with other cases,” Roger Goodell says. “And it was in this matter.”
No matter what Ray Rice said yesterday, it can’t change what he did or the near-universal perception that aristocrats get more chances than we do. But Rice made one refreshing statement: His wife could do no wrong.
Silence can be golden sometimes.
Goodell is only responsible to the dollar, not the human being.
The NFL is a guilty pleasure that became guiltier last week.
The NFL’s open to cold-weather cities hosting the Super Bowl now, so there’s an outside chance for Chicago.
How, again, are you only suspended two games for hitting a woman?
Soldier Field’s seating capacity is a challenge, but there could be adjustments made.
“They both have tremendous bids,” commissioner Roger Goodell says.
The NFL just announced that the NFL Draft will not be held at Radio City Music Hall in New York City next year. Here is my list of places that I’d like to see the NFL Draft.
A one-year hiatus from Roman numerals is actually news.
Oprah Winfrey’s network is calling it a “postponement,” but it sure seems like the idea of a Michael Sam reality show is dead.
All eyes and iPhones were on Johnny Manziel, who squirmed in his seat for 21 picks before landing in the wasteland we call Cleveland. He forced a smile and his signature salutation, rubbing his thumb and forefinger, a metaphor for counting his cash.