Rashad Jennings, Peyton Hillis, Michael Cox and David Wilson. Does that make your mouth water? Well that’s what the Giants’ backfield looked like Tuesday after the news broke that Andre Brown signed a deal with the Texans.
Players have been doing this for years now. It’s not like the old days. Women don’t birth their babies alone anymore. Now, it’s a team effort.
Only the most optimistic would call the Mets “star-crossed.” Given the way they started the season, the more realistic among us might downgrade that assessment to “train wreck.”
Until they start throwing around the old hardball for real, everybody’s even despite the obvious baggage the Mets bring against the Nationals on Monday or the improvements the Yanks take to Houston on Tuesday.
There are different kinds of leaders, after all. And the Yankees captain did his thing as well as any of the others on Fortune Magazine’s list did theirs.
The first-base situation will not alone determine whether Alderson gets his wish for a 90-win season. But it will play a role. Alderson did Duda, Davis and himself no favors by punting the situation away on Tuesday.
Prepare to be unspoiled. Though D-Rob has shown a solid, “go get ’em” attitude on his six Grapefruit League outings, nobody knows how he’ll handle closer duties.
Jets GM John Idzik needs to make a signing here. He should do it because, quite honestly, Geno Smith is not the answer at quarterback.
At this point, with little left on the open market, Jets GM John Idzik looks like a hitchhiker on a lonely road; his thumb out, looking for a ride.
Typical Mets. Stephen Drew’s price tag is too high? Don’t pay. The timing of the signing would force them to give up a draft pick? Don’t sign until he comes for free.
Big Blue did the smart thing money-wise. Probably football-wise, too. But in terms of leadership, they left themselves with a gigantic hole.
Are you ready for Dee Milliner and whoever manning the corners of the Jets’ secondary? Probably not.
The recent activities of Matt Harvey and Manny Banuelos would have seemed inconceivable back in 1974, the year a brilliant surgeon named Dr. Frank Jobe started piecing torn-apart pitching elbows back together.
Twenty-seven free agents of all types and a 7-9 record just doesn’t add up. And bad math adds up to a lot of pink slips, even if it means a pile of green paper at the other end for the dearly departed.
You have to admire Cruz for his willingness to subject himself to the rigors of backfield work, even if it’s just for the sake of gimmickry. But there’s no way the kid should play even a snap at running back.