Lost in the blinding kaleidoscope of recent New York sports is the fact that a big bout is taking place tomorrow night in Las Vegas. And while boxing has been relegated to the back alleys of the sports pages, there are several compelling themes to this fight.
Giorgio Chinaglia, legendary Cosmos striker passed away on Sunday at 65. Few athletes enjoyed the excesses of winning in New York quite like Chinaglia.
Angelo Dundee died in his apartment in Tampa, Fla., Wednesday night at the age of 90, and with him a part of boxing died, too.
When a member of the 20th Century’s Mt. Rushmore enters a new decade in a transcendent life, it warrants a trot down memory lane.
The boxing champ basked in chants of “Ali! Ali!” as hundreds of supporters cheered him on Saturday night with a hearty rendering of “Happy Birthday” during his 70th birthday celebration in his Kentucky hometown.
“The world has lost a great champion,” Ali said in a statement. “My sympathy goes out to his family and loved ones.”
Sadly, Smokin’ Joe Frazier passed away Monday after a battle with liver cancer, so we’ve decided to re-post an interview Craig conducted with Frazier back on April 9th, 2009.
Joe Frazier, the former heavyweight champion who handed Muhammad Ali his first defeat yet had to live forever in his shadow, has died after a brief final fight with liver cancer. He was 67.
Joe Frazier was blue collar to the bone, who worked as hard as any American ever has for what he has. And when boxing was an essential sport, Frazier was an essential boxer. Now he faces a faceless opponent: cancer.
The 67-year-old boxer was diagnosed four or five weeks ago, Frazier’s personal and business manager said Saturday. Leslie Wolff told The Associated Press that doctors have not yet told Frazier how long he has to live.
Floyd Mayweather Jr. is just rude, crude, and, if he doesn’t fight Manny Pacquiao, a coward.
Bill Gallo, a cartoonist and columnist for the New York Daily News, whose playful characters included depicting the blustering New York Yankees owner George Steinbrenner in a spiked Prussian military helmet, has died.
In more than 50 years covering sports, the longtime New York Times columnist Robert Lipsyte prided himself on being a sportswriter who was not a fan. A fat, brainy kid who got beat up in grammar school, Lipsyte wanted to be a novelist.
Appallingly, a dim light was cast upon the greatest sporting event in American history. It doesn’t catch the key demo, the ADD-addled culture carved by MTV and smoothed by its progeny. If we weren’t alive at the time, then it probably didn’t happen, and it certainly didn’t matter.
40 years! I’m sure some of you will differ on sporting events that in your mind were bigger, but nothing has ever or will ever come close to that magical night of March 8, 1971, at Madison Square Garden.