We need some action, some rain in the dry season, the fleeting moments before baseball really begins.
Stephen Espinoza, Showtime Sports EVP, speaks about negotiating the Floyd Mayweather-Manny Pacquiao fight, perhaps the most complex and lucrative fight deal in history.
Those on each side think they are the universal arbiters of right and wrong, of course. But maybe it’s time — for once — to listen to fans, as they have the least to lose from the situation.
The Mayweather-Pacquiao fight is so naturally radiant that the two participants eschewed the obligatory, cross-country, promotional tour.
Jacoby Ellsbury is hurt. How hurt? Who cares?
When can New Yorkers expect the Knicks to be relevant again? Nothing they’ve done this year injects any hope. At 13-53 they make you ashamed to say you’re from the five boroughs.
Experts have wondered if this fight, in a strict boxing sense, was announced five years too late. Maybe. But it doesn’t matter.
Gang Green may be the team of the day, but you can bet on Big Blue being the team of the year.
The Jets are in a perilous place. Fresh faces on the sideline and inside the GM suite, some cap space, a new attitude and, perhaps, altitude.
But essentials like karma and character are incidental to the Jets. Which is why they are, well, the Jets — perennial punch lines in the throes of a 46-year title drought.
Murphy’s mouth is as powerful as his bat. And he should know better than most about the accidental tripwires of the limelight.
The laconic, iconic closer set 35 MLB records — including the most saves — and is more responsible for the Yankees’ five World Series titles since 1996 than anyone.
They say you don’t want MSG in your food. You certainly don’t want it in your hoops.
In honor of the great Leonard Nimoy, who died Friday, let’s summon some Spock wisdom as it relates to the recent reports about Josh Hamilton.
Let’s discard the nonsense that this is just another fight, or that it doesn’t feed a starving sport.