At the risk of public redundancy and personal duplicity, I say give Alex Rodriguez a chance. A chance to show his face. A chance to swat a single to win a game.
In the endless nuance, childish pride, and politics of the most-publicly and endlessly negotiated sporting event in human history, semantics matter. More than the money, more than the fight, more than legacy.
What have the Knicks done over the last decade to earn your time, trust or cash? Is your income so disposable that you can drop a grand to watch the home team get vaporized by sub-.500 clubs?
This isn’t just about A-Rod or the public’s contempt for him. This is a treatise on the fall of two empires — A-Rod the man and brand, and the Yankees.
I guess Butch Wynegar wasn’t available. The Yankees, who wear the most celebrated uniform on Earth, are handing out plaques like popcorn during a doubleheader.
There’s a certain irony to having the NBA All-Star game in New York City. For more years than we New Yorkers care to admit, both NYC and MSG have been basketball mausoleums, places where hoop dreams go to die.
Maybe Jerry Tarkanian can’t be fit for halos. But if there’s a heaven, he’s in it.
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.