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.
It was 40 years ago today that Muhammad Ali and Joe Frazier met at Madison Square Garden in a fight so big it was simply referred to as The Fight. They would go on to meet two more times, but nothing could match the stakes that March night at the Garden.
The best trash talkers of their era are a win away from the Super Bowl, good news for anybody who likes their football with a little lip. But, really, what’s wrong with having a little fun? As Muhammad Ali liked to say, it’s not bragging if you can back it up.
There is a generational schism over the notion of talk inside the chalk, which includes a cornucopia of forms, from end zone dances to pre-game predictions.
In 2011, WFAN’s Jason Keidel would like to see the following…
For those under 30, it’s nearly impossible for you to believe that boxing was once a divine sport, the apparent paradox of artistic barbarism. But it was.