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.
No matter what Ray Rice said yesterday, it can’t change what he did or the near-universal perception that aristocrats get more chances than we do. But Rice made one refreshing statement: His wife could do no wrong.
Mike Tyson has been chosen to present Evander Holyfield for his induction into Nevada’s Boxing Hall of Fame on August 9, in, of course, Las Vegas, the scene of many crimes, factual and fictional.
Since this has become LeBron’s summer of love we can turn this into a campy double-entendre, with the lights squarely on Kevin Love, who is supposedly LeBron’s 7-foot bridge to bringing the Larry O’Brien Trophy to Cleveland.
If boxing is to save its vitality, it needs vital boxers to fight each other. Seems simple enough, an athletic algorithm that serves the sport and its fans.
From fiction to reality, the underdog often chirps until he’s champ. So it is with Erislandy Lara. While technically the champion here and universally respected as a fighter, Lara has little of Canelo’s cash or cachet, and just a fraction of Canelo’s traction among the media.