Uncle Sam dipped his beak in the NFL waters this week, making a statement about football’s most controversial franchise
In the age of me over we ball, Duncan is a corrupt cliche – a winner.We judge stars by rings more than ever. The Heat didn’t win; LeBron won. Kobe or Shaq won a decade ago. But when the Spurs win, Duncan is part of a greater whole, lost in a selfless, Vulcan coda.
Last night, like every NBA night, morphed into a sweaty, LeBron James symposium. And the firewall between factions is rather defined. He’s either a chump who cheated his team out of a win, or he’s a victim of fate or faulty wiring, a hardwood martyr who can’t get a break.
If Donald Sterling will indeed be swept under the rug of memory, his Jim Crow ideology and Bull Connor comments along with him, then … what have we learned from Donald Sterling?
A conga line of football icons is suing the NFL for negligence, malfeasance, malpractice, and just about everything short of global warming.
Michael Sam’s magic moment has left America divided, making the masses uncomfortable for many reasons, though much of it has nothing to do with Michael Sam.
All eyes and iPhones were on Johnny Manziel, who squirmed in his seat for 21 picks before landing in the wasteland we call Cleveland. He forced a smile and his signature salutation.
Financial experts estimated Johnny Manziel made more than $30 million for Texas A&M. Maybe Winston does the same for FSU and their acolytes. So you can see the logic, even if it’s shameful, when the police stutter when mentioning Winston’s name in any criminal context.
Word on the street is that the big cheeses at the NCAA and NBA have agreed on a new age requirement for playing pro ball. NBA commissioner Adam Silver, who really doesn’t need the NCAA’s approval, is increasingly vocal on the matter.
Manny Pacquiao, one of the few boxers to still move the needle, fights Timothy Bradley this weekend for the WBO welterweight title.
Calipari embraces the sordid system, uses it, and dominates. He doesn’t pretend he’s taking kids for the leafy campus life, for the diploma that will never arrive, or even for a few classes. He wants talent. And talent he gets. And talented he is.
We’re being told this is a classic tournament, with juggernauts about to collide like meteors over Texas, and a classic Final Four in store for us. Depends on your view of classic. Does an Arizona – Florida Finals sound unprecedented? Is that must-see TV?