Since we are upon our great day of gratitude, a pretext for gorging on poultry and then taking our swollen torsos to the nearest television for some football, let’s look to sports for reasons to give thanks.
Somewhere way on the right side of your globe, in the aorta of China, Manny Pacquiao will fight on Saturday, November 22.
There’s a contemporary push to place starting pitchers in the same realm as everyday players, which is confusing as it is annoying.
LeBron didn’t just join the Cleveland Cavaliers. He came to save the world, so to speak, to bring financial and spiritual lubricant to the Rust Belt, an area of America that has been lost to the the meat-hook realities of economics.
Baseball is trying to be pure again. And when you consider the final four teams in the MLB postseason, they did a good job. The Giants, Cardinals, Orioles and Royals aren’t considered members of the monetary aristocracy, at least not at the level of the Yankees, Red Sox, and Dodgers.
Jason discusses Tom Brady, Bill Belichick, and the Patriots not being done yet.
The masses and pundits are lunging over each other to put the postmortems on the Brady/Belichick dynasty, with the death blow delivered by the Kansas City Chiefs on Monday night.
Football reduces us to our most private and primate impulses. We survive winter through the vicarious thrill we get from our favorite football teams.
It seems we’ve jumped into the pool of relativism since we got wind of Josh Gordon’s season-long suspension for marijuana use. You have the indignant faction that can’t believe someone who smokes weed gets a year while Ray Rice skates with a two-game suspension
Word dripped down this week that Jim Kelly’s cancer is gone. But what does that mean? Is it gone today only to make its interminable, terminal march back to his enervated frame? Or is it really gone, as in he won?
So it is with my jaded view of the world that I address the Ben Roethlisberger – Emmanuel Sanders feud. Sanders said that his new quarterback, Peyton Manning, is a much better leader than his old quarterback, Big Ben. And thus the verbal jousting began, feathers flexed, talons out.
You’ve seen the sardonic messages splashed all over social media. Everyone is calling LeBron James the best GM in the NBA, based largely on his ability to wrench Kevin Love from Minnesota, which instantly imbues the Cavaliers with three All-Stars.