In the age of me over we ball, Duncan is a corrupt cliche – a winner.We judge stars by rings more than ever. The Heat didn’t win; LeBron won. Kobe or Shaq won a decade ago. But when the Spurs win, Duncan is part of a greater whole, lost in a selfless, Vulcan coda.
For all we know Derek Fisher is the next Red Auerbach. But no matter the GM, hard work or the hypotenuse of Phil Jackson’s famed triangle offense will make MSG a winning culture.
California Chrome is a winner, just not to the extent we expected or needed to give a peripheral sport a jolt of historic juice. But it just feels like a reach to rewrite the rules because we’re so starved for immortality.
For all the hyperbole and woeful acronyms, MSG isn’t the World’s Most Famous Arena, but it is the ancestral home of pugilism, going back to its days on 49th Street and through the Ali-Frazier era and Bernard Hopkins; toppling of Felix Trinidad.
Last night, like every NBA night, morphed into a sweaty, LeBron James symposium. And the firewall between factions is rather defined. He’s either a chump who cheated his team out of a win, or he’s a victim of fate or faulty wiring, a hardwood martyr who can’t get a break.
Pick your triple handle. Imagine the sporting triumvirate, trifecta or hat trick of Chrome, Cotto and King Henrik winning their respective crusades. It would give our city some juice and a much-needed moment of eminence.
If anyone lived a long life, it’s Zimmer. And if anyone lived a good life, it was Zimmer. And he’d be the first to tell you, while you rub his head.
Mariano Rivera, the pitcher nonpareil, chatted with Mike Francesa on Wednesday afternoon, looking as spry and sounding as pious as ever. And so it’s time to tip a final cap.
On Thursday night the Rangers made us party like it’s 1994. And if you were alive and lucid in New York City back then, you recall the magic murmuring up the streets, from Herald Square to Harlem.
If Donald Sterling will indeed be swept under the rug of memory, his Jim Crow ideology and Bull Connor comments along with him, then … what have we learned from Donald Sterling?
If we may make the small assumption that the Miami Heat will bag their third consecutive title next month, it will infuse a few watts to the charged debate about LeBron James’s place in NBA history.
The Yankees (26-23) are 8-2 when Tanaka starts, for an .800 winning percentage. They are a woeful 18-21 (.461 winning percentage) when the rest of the rotation pitches.
A conga line of football icons is suing the NFL for negligence, malfeasance, malpractice, and just about everything short of global warming.
Harvey sparkles on the diamond — where he belongs — but not in the media, the front row or the operating table.
The most notable nose in sports gets a reprieve. So now California Chrome visits the Big Apple, bandaged nostrils and all, to grace or tease us with eternity.