Rex Ryan knows a false start to the season could end his tenure long before Week 17. Mike Tannenbaum and the rest of his yes-men can’t save his skin now.
Since this has become LeBron’s summer of love we can turn this into a campy double-entendre, with the lights squarely on Kevin Love, who is supposedly LeBron’s 7-foot bridge to bringing the Larry O’Brien Trophy to Cleveland.
This is not a question you could ask in the last 20 years without getting laughed out of the room, but as we enter the second half of a sterile baseball season in New York City, it’s fair to ask now. Who has a better future: the Mets or Yankees?
It’s time we tip our caps to the captain. Few Yankees — few humans — deserve it more. Millions of moms and dads, and even baseball deities, know royalty when they see it, and we’ve seen it since 1996.
Hopefully, you are sitting, because I am about to do something unprecedented — praise Carmelo Anthony.
LeBron James, de facto commissioner of pop culture, just decided to run against every grain television has taught us. And God Bless him for it.
If boxing is to save its vitality, it needs vital boxers to fight each other. Seems simple enough, an athletic algorithm that serves the sport and its fans.
From fiction to reality, the underdog often chirps until he’s champ. So it is with Erislandy Lara. While technically the champion here and universally respected as a fighter, Lara has little of Canelo’s cash or cachet, and just a fraction of Canelo’s traction among the media.
On July 12, Saul “Canelo” Alvarez and Erislandy Lara are fighting in Las Vegas. While technically not a title fight, it’s considered the de facto championship bout at 154 lbs.
King James has reached that rare air of celebrity where every tentacle of American media has a stake in his stardom, from pundits to paparazzi. He has mutated into a seamless, crossover celebrity.
Not even Captain Kirk could find life in the Yankee Universe. Not after the latest bomb to drop on the Bronx.
He’s a cheat and a hypocrite, telling kids about the perils of PEDs while shooting equine cocktails deep into his tan tush. He’s not playing this season precisely because of his broken moral compass. But do we miss him?
You’ll notice the ratings for this World Cup are highest in the Northeast, where folks try rather hard to look most enlightened. And you may also notice by the time the U.S. team lost to Belgium, some of them had already jumped ship.
Jason Kidd’s reputation as a coach killer remains renowned. Just ask Larry Drew, who two days ago thought he was about to coach the perhaps resurgent Bucks back to NBA eminence. But Kidd had other plans, and rather grandiose ideas about himself.
LeBron James singularly orchestrated the Big Three union. And now that he has opted out of his Miami Heat contract, he’s once again the Alpha Male of pro sports. Teams are scrambling to find the proper finances and expiring contracts, flipping over cushions for salary cap coin.