Perhaps the greatest business decision over the last 20 years — other than buying Apple stock — was a choice to coach a basketball team. And to not coach another.
Michael Jordan, his eminence, excellence, and the exemplar of modern basketball, is the unquestioned king. But can King James leave the game with just one more jewel in his crown?
The buck stops with Kraft, and he wants no more of it. He was apparently appalled that we’re still talking about “Deflategate” four months after the controversy splashed across every front page.
It seems everyone, including my treasonous editors, have demanded a public apology from yours truly.
The New York Times recently ran a revealing piece on Pete Rose. The all-time hits leader is creeping back into baseball through the back door — the media. He’s part of a three-headed think tank on Fox Sports 1.
The NFL hammered Tom Brady for his role in “DeflateGate” for good reason. We can’t have the best players in America’s favorite sport toying with the rules.
Remove emotion for a moment. Forget that the Patriots have always been your favorite team or always beat your favorite team.
For the first time in a long time, Tom Brady is looking terribly average and horribly awkward. Many boys looking for a hero, and many men who thought they found one, will find that rather deflating.
The Pats have held the NFL by the privates for so long, and a robust dose of humility, if not humiliation, is in order.
Armed with a fertile draft and serious free agent signings, Gang Green already has a leg up entering the season, especially if Brady is suspended for a game or two to start 2015.
While most of you think my singular purpose is to bash this team, I candidly and happily declare that Gang Green did a bang-up job with the 2015 NFL Draft.
Why did Pacquiao, the dominant and dynamic champion who blew through opponents like a tornado, fight like he’d won before the opening bell? Why was there no urgency?
Pacquiao was no match for Mayweather In this career-defining fight. What will he do next?
Numbers aside, Floyd Mayweather and Manny Pacquiao are battling for something more metaphysical. Legacy. To own the other’s soul.
When the clock strikes midnight we’ll see who morphs into a prince or a pumpkin. Until then, we are drooling over the two most regal scientists in the sweet science.