“It’s a power-play goal!!” makes me happy the way the opening notes of a Rush song on the radio do. Let’s Go Rangers!! Cup or bust, baby!
Would you be offended if your legacy was marginalized to a faceless proper noun? More times than not, our greatest contributors are outlived by their names. “Hey, checkout my new Ford!”
They might be the butt of jokes, but pitchers can succeed despite their extra large cabooses and midsections.
Had I been told six years ago that Tiger Woods would be a 40-to-1 long shot to win the 2015 Masters, I would have wondered which body part(s) Tiger had lost.
If you had money to throw around to buy a Mets bullpen cart, what other items would you be interested in possessing?
The Blueshirts possess the necessary elements to ignite like potassium chlorate or explode like Mentos in Diet Coke. How will this experiment end?
If you could implement one new rule in the NFL, MLB, NBA and NHL, what changes would you make?
“Do you really think that is the reason why Michael Sam is not on an NFL roster?” Every time I get asked this question, I am reminded why Sam has not found a job since he graduated college.
Dr. Maroon declared that CTE is a “rare phenomena” that “although real, is being over-exaggerated and being extrapolated to youth football and to high school football.”
It is time to dismount from your two-faced high horse and open the door for Pete Rose. Shoeless Joe Jackson, too.
Last season’s unexpected surge to the Stanley Cup Final was not a fluke. It was practice.
Knocked bloody to the canvas several times the last two decades — by itself and its modern sibling, MMA — the sport of boxing went Rocky Balboa on Ivan Drago Saturday night.
Whether we learned from videos on YouTube, Ecclesiastes in the Bible or Roger McGuinn in The Byrds, to everything there is a season and a time to every purpose.
Watching the Rangers-Predators game on television on Monday night brought me back 25 years to Christmas morning when I tried to explain to my mother how to view the 3-D Magic Eye print I had bought her.
Inside the Yankees fridge, there’s a plethora of leftovers. The lobster isn’t fresh. The filet mignon is long gone. But, this is it. Hal’s done shopping.