All Super Bowls need a gridiron narrative, and this one has a few. We have the Patriots’ pyrotechnic offense against Seattle’s wrecking ball defense, red zone efficiency, turnovers, and New England’s quest to stop Marshawn Lynch.
Floyd, you’re great. While I can’t concede the greatest, and I wince when you compare yourself favorably to The Greatest (Muhammad Ali), I’ll give it that you’re the best of your time.
To a man, woman and child, you will miss them. We need New England, or someone like them, even if we don’t like them.
The NFL’s worst nightmare is a New England victory this Sunday. It will cast a pall over the playoffs, and stain the sacred Lombardi Trophy.
Beyond our native hubris, do we have absolutely anything to be proud of? Do we have any hardihood on the hardwood, diamond or gridiron?
The split-screen drama performed by the Patriots has our nation scratching its head and perhaps grabbing other organs at the twin presses provided by Bill Belichick and Tom Brady.
Belichick must pay for Deflate-gate. Make it hurt. But don’t wrench his headset from him before February 1. We all lose if the Patriots lose before the game begins.
The Yankees are no longer the bullies on the block. Retire the Darth Vader masks. The Jeter babies can burn those nauseating “Got Rings?” shirts. Lose the elitism.
By every account, Manny Pacquiao has agreed to every nuance of Floyd Mayweather Jr.’s demands, including rampant PED testing, a smaller share of the epic purse, and a lower perch on the glittering marquee.
The Patriots have more than enough talent and temerity to keep Luck from the throne for at least one more year.
When you consider the team and the town, the game and the gravitas of New York, this is indeed the worst team in NBA history.
I don’t understand the dichotomy of the Jets fan. At once you wanted to run Rex out of town. On the other hand you’re horrified that he’s still in your division.
Rex Ryan’s journey to find a job, watching him pinball from town to town, NFL team to TV network, is case in the core competence of pro football. Is there any?
We love the NFL because it’s mostly a meritocracy, which brings us to the divisional round, the top shelf of football delicacies.
If we’re honest and earnest, we have to be embarrassed by the Knicks, the world’s worst team in the world’s most overrated arena.