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.
Even through a most generous lens, it’s hard to assert that Tino Martinez is a bedrock member of Yankees royalty. When you’re not even the best or second-best first baseman in franchise history, it’s hard to declare that you belong in Monument Park.
Carmelo Anthony could very well walk away, yet for some reason Knicks fans will lose their minds, as if any chances they will ever have to win will go with him. How laughable.
Uncle Sam dipped his beak in the NFL waters this week, making a statement about football’s most controversial franchise
We hear from the rumor mill that Carmelo Anthony is the answer to the Heat’s woes. Makes sense. A team needs passing and defense and then gets a guy who can’t pass or play defense.
Perhaps it’s blasphemy, but 20 years ago today, the Knicks really became peripheral, secondary to the primary event of the night, year, and decade.
What more can be said about the Spurs? It probably doesn’t matter, since they only care about the court — where they are the real kings.
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.