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.
Boxing analyst Steve Farhood on his career and the career-defining fight between Mayweather and Pacquiao.
This, the final week leading up to the epic bout between Floyd Mayweather Jr. and Manny Pacquiao, is no longer about monologues and machismo as it is travel and analysis.
The hype continues to build for the Mayweather-Pacquiao fight, a seismic sporting event if ever there was one.
You may not always agree with Mike Francesa, but the baritone bard of New York City sports is spot-on about one thing: the Subway Series was planned by a blind man.
David Dinkins Jr, executive producer for the Mayweather-Pacquiao megafight pay-per-view, looks at the past, present and future of boxing.
The Mets — yes, your 11-3 Mets — are indeed the core of the Big Apple. They are younger, hungrier and better.
If you take a wider lens to Tebow, you’ll see he’s one of us, a working stiff who’s just trying to get a job. He harms no one, helps many, and is the very role mode we allegedly covet.
Beating Mayweather would do more than consolidate the pound-for-pound crown; it would also be a cosmic nod to nobility.
Al Bernstein, legendary boxing announcer who will be calling the Mayweather-Pacquiao fight, discusses his career and the upcoming bout.
If you browse the mock draft on CBSSports.com, you’ll see all four experts have the Jets taking Mariota. But just because you need a quarterback, it doesn’t mean you risk your draft on one.
Whenever I’m slightly objective about the Yankees, I’m branded nouns unsuitable for family programming — particularly on Twitter, the toxic waste of human dialogue. Well, then I’m writing this in my HAZMAT suit.
The annual eulogy is real, just like the Knicks are really bad. Their ignominious run of wretched basketball is rolling out like a red carpet.
Three weeks. 21 days. 504 hours. 30,240 minutes. 1,814,400 seconds. That’s how long it is until Manny Pacquiao and Floyd Mayweather, Jr. finally bump gloves in Las Vegas.