While he embarks on his farewell tour, collecting the comedic, geriatric doodads from his foes, it surely irks Derek Jeter to find his stats well south of his normal, Cooperstown metric.
Half of boxing’s dynamic duo fought Saturday night. And, as always, it left the boxing cognoscenti with as many questions as answers.
Financial experts estimated Johnny Manziel made more than $30 million for Texas A&M. Maybe Winston does the same for FSU and their acolytes. So you can see the logic, even if it’s shameful, when the police stutter when mentioning Winston’s name in any criminal context.
In a totally opposing and refreshing way, Silver went from wide-eyed newbie to avatar of justice. There’s a new sheriff in town, and an old, angry man on his way out.
Charles Barkley has said it’s not illegal to be a racist. He’s right. But we can’t have a person of Sterling’s power wielding his alleged worldview over the Clippers — or anywhere else in the NBA.
Is it the destination? Is it the dysfunction? Is it the soap-operatic noise that comes from 7th Avenue? Even when the Knicks are horrible — which is pretty pro forma for them — they bogart the bold ink.
Word on the street is that the big cheeses at the NCAA and NBA have agreed on a new age requirement for playing pro ball. NBA commissioner Adam Silver, who really doesn’t need the NCAA’s approval, is increasingly vocal on the matter.
There could be no more orgasmic theater than that for Red Sox fans, watching a Yankee be banished to the corner, dunce cap in tow, the beer-soaked crowd shouting their vulgar salutations. Michael Pineda earned every octave.
And the hypocrisy of pro basketball goes on. It’s a players’ league until the players lose. Then it’s the fault of the fella who didn’t take one shot all year. But Phil Jackson still had to can Mike Woodson.
They had to. The Jets, who have been sitting on a stack of cash and cap space for reasons we can’t fathom, have finally burped a few bucks on a bona fide baller.
The salary cap has planted an eternal turnstile at every team’s front door. But the Jets are missing something you can’t find in the first or third rounds. An identity.
We are sure of one thing: The Knicks are eulogized every April, a yearly ritual as natural as the Asters popping pink in Central Park.
If you’re looking for any kind of contrition over Michael Pineda’s mysterious substance from the Yankees, Yankees fans, or New Yorkers … Fuhgeddaboudit. Especially if the demands come from the Red Sox, Red Sox Nation, or Bostonians.
Manny Pacquiao, one of the few boxers to still move the needle, fights Timothy Bradley this weekend for the WBO welterweight title.
When we see Hammerin’ Hank, we see more than a baseball dignitary. Aaron is the face of fairness, which led to his greatness, and still makes him the greatest.