Ed Sabol lit the NFL fuse with his fusion of prose, promotion, and prophecy. It’s not embellishing to say that Sabol did more to propagate pro football than Pete Rozelle.
Calling a customer a possible alcoholic and questioning his influence over his family is exactly what Fan Guy does, not an entrenched member of the aristocracy.
A report just crawled across my flatscreen, with Bob Arum asserting that the dueling networks, HBO and Showtime, have basically agreed on broadcasting rights for a Floyd Mayweather Jr. and Manny Pacquiao bout in May.
The Jets have the sixth pick. No doubt there will be a stud sitting in a cheap suit, flanked by family and friends and agents. It’s Gang Green’s job to find out which one can actually graduate from Saturday to Sunday.
Failure teaches us infinitely more than success does. And if Carroll wants more of the latter, he has to admit the former.
We can now finally and forever say that Tom Brady broke through that historical membrane between three and four Lombardi Trophies, which just made him part of a most holy trinity of quarterbacks.
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.