The player, college, and NBA have suffered greatly in quality of play and players. And for every Kobe Bryant and Kevin Garnett there has been a conga line of lost causes, teens who toiled in Europe or Asia or worse once their hoop dreams melted into memory.
It’s easy to label the Knicks losers. But why must we join them? They say not just a tree but also a team grows in Brooklyn.
Vick can hurl a ball across area codes, while we’re still not sold on Smith’s arm. Vick may not run a 4.2 40-yard dash anymore, but he probably runs a robust 4.4. Smith often runs like he’s wearing snowshoes.
The NFL is considering a heavy tax on it, citing the fact that the gridiron is a workplace, and thus they can control the language and lexicon of its players. It’s probably the most delicate and toxic topic we’ll ever discuss in sports.
Makes you wonder how far down the Knicks are on the list of the NBA’s worst teams. Heck, the Seattle Supersonics have won a title more recently and that franchise no longer exists.
Muhammad Ali didn’t just defeat Sonny Liston, he knocked him out. He didn’t just knock him out, he removed his heart.
The Yanks still have a rickety starting staff, too many variables in the bullpen, no one to replace A-Rod, an ancient Brian Roberts replacing Cano, an older, injury-plagued Jeter at short and a now-tender Teixeira at first base.
Men love lists. It’s our catnip. Magic or Bird? Magic or Michael? Goodfellas or The Godfather? Ginger or Mary Ann? So it didn’t take much to make us chisel our chosen ones into our metaphorical Mt. Rushmore.
Even by the pro athlete’s subterranean standards, the Ray Rice video was shocking. He made no effort to heal or cradle or care for his unconscious fiancee.
We can’t say exactly why Derek Jeter made it seem so easy. We only know that he did. Perhaps it’s because he played every game with the grace of a legend but the grit of a Little Leaguer.
I’m so sick of watching major media figures rushing to the front of the line, trying to sound more enlightened than the last person, belching the bromides of tolerance and understanding.
Forever high on hubris, the sport is pondering extra games, playoff teams, and new franchises, perhaps in London or Los Angeles. And it feels like all are in the name of profit, not principle.
Ralph Kiner was the Mets’ iteration of Phil Rizzuto, the former player and Hall-of-Famer who converted us more with his wisdom and charm and anecdotes than his chalkboard banter.
After just a few seasons we find reasons to jam the eject button on an athlete. Manning went from G.O.A.T. to goat in just 60 minutes. And from winner to loser.
It’s unfair to say that Denver lost it. Seattle snatched it and swallowed it. This team was bigger, faster and bionic in the way that it smashed the Broncos.