With the NFL mushrooming into a nuclear corporate, sports, and social behemoth, the shards of its power splattered across every corner of society, it’s crossover power has created crossover stars.
Word dripped down this week that Jim Kelly’s cancer is gone. But what does that mean? Is it gone today only to make its interminable, terminal march back to his enervated frame? Or is it really gone, as in he won?
Phil Simms has made a personal and public decision that could send a symbolic jolt through the broadcast booths dotting the NFL map this season.
Let’s understand this. The Yankees are a .516 team after 120 games, yet we’re supposed to believe they will miraculously morph into a .600 club over the final six weeks?
So it is with my jaded view of the world that I address the Ben Roethlisberger – Emmanuel Sanders feud. Sanders said that his new quarterback, Peyton Manning, is a much better leader than his old quarterback, Big Ben. And thus the verbal jousting began, feathers flexed, talons out.
A Jets commercial just popped on TV, imploring me to buy tickets for this season. The Giants don’t have to worry about selling seats — or their souls — to get you in the building, which means MetLife belongs to Big Blue.
And if you need more proof that the Yankees’ ship is tanking, a Steinbrenner spouted off on Wednesday. Well, to the extent that the way more laconic Hal does these days.
Eli Manning has too much talent, temerity and intelligence to turn into the turnover machine he was last year. And no doubt the Giants will do everything in their power to avoid a repeat of their galling 0-6 start in 2013.
You’ve seen the sardonic messages splashed all over social media. Everyone is calling LeBron James the best GM in the NBA, based largely on his ability to wrench Kevin Love from Minnesota, which instantly imbues the Cavaliers with three All-Stars.
And so lingers the aura of suspicion after suspensions. It has been somewhat quiet on the steroid front this year. But does that mean the masses have learned a lesson, or are they just waiting for a new drug?
He lost his colossal fastball, his control and his craft. And thus ended the Joba Chamberlain Experiment. By the time he returned to his ancestral home, the bullpen, he was a pitching carcass.
Now that the charmed quartet is officially gone once Derek Jeter retires this fall, we are seeing the sad remnants of Cashman’s shortcomings.
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.
Playing catcher in New York City is about more than balls and strikes and strikeouts. Just ask Posada. Too stubborn to assimilate. Too flawed for the Hall of Fame. Too talented to ignore.
Always on the clock, Coughlin — red-faced, military-molded, fit and fiery, whistle dangling from his neck like a drill instructor — is literally a lifer.