it’s been fun watching Vikings fans embrace the past week, which has to feel like the greatest week in their history as sports fans. Winning the game over the Saints as they did ranks as one of the great satisfying moment in any team’s history, but especially a
Fredo: I’m your older brother, Mike, and I was stepped over!
Michael: That’s how Pop wanted it …
Fredo: It ain’t how I wanted it!
Part of the reason so many people were so moved by what Jalen Hurts did last Monday night, reacting as he did when he
You can apply logic and reason and every ounce of rationality to this, and you can come up with an easy argument for the Giants not to figure out a way to make a marriage with Bill Belichick work.
Start with this: He’s under contract for next year, so
After the week the Mets have had, it may be time to ask a very simple question of Fred Wilpon, Jeff Wilpon and Saul Katz:
(Not that they’d answer, of course. Sometime in the past few years they became paragons of non-accountability, and seem defiantly proud of the description.
Wait … it’s that time of year again? Holy cow, it’s that time of year again. Time for mistletoe, egg nog, a warm fire, and few ditties to commemorate the season A-one, and a-two and …
“It’s the Most Mets-iest Time of the Year”
(“It’s the Most Wonderful Time of
OAKLAND, Calif — There are few things that drive me battier than this, and it happens every baseball season now, at some point, so regularly, so frequently you can set your watch by it. It always happens in three stages.
1. A Yankee says/does/doesn’t do something worthy of discussion.
We are besieged with the melancholy subject of “What if?” all the time in baseball, especially when it comes to pitchers. What could Mark Prior have been? Or Matt Harvey, for that matter? In some ways, that’s always an underlying reality waiting just beneath the turf.
It’s worse in
There are bad seasons, and those happen, and those are bad. But then there are depressing seasons. And when those happen, they’re worse, much worse, because you were expecting something else.
The Giants are clearly having one of the most depressing seasons of any New York sports team ever.
There were 46,427 people at Shea Stadium that afternoon, and it’s quite possible — likely even — that few of them ever realized they were watching history. Hell, by that point in New York’s football history — Nov. 14, 1976 — it was amazing any of them were
It’s wishful – maybe even wistful – thinking, of course, but that doesn’t mean a fellow can’t dream. We have so much to follow in the world of sports in New York City, nine pro teams, a wealth of college basketball teams. Most of us spend our lives blissfully unaware
It is a story Lou Carnesecca has probably told a thousand times by now, because Looie is, always was, one of the great curators and protectors of New York City basketball. The funny thing was, the longer the distance got between moment and memory, the better the story got.
Once, as a matter of common sense and greater-good decency, it would have been impossible, but Tuesday’s Twins at Yankees AL wild-card game began at 8:10 p.m., ESPN-standard time. Eight and one-half innings later, it ended at midnight.
This is the new norm, hard, indisputable evidence of MLB leadership continuing to
OAKLAND, Calif. — You want to know a genuinely underrated moment in the litany of awful moments to be a Jets fan? This one: the evening of Monday, Sept. 21, 1987.
The Jets played the Patriots that night at the Meadowlands, and they were breathtaking. Ken O’Brien passed for 313 yards,
It’s a weird quirk of history, if you think about it. When you think of the Yankees, you think of Yankee Stadium instantly, completely, totally. You don’t think of the Yankees as baseball itinerants.
And yet when they play three games against the Rays this week at Citi Field, it will
The irony isn’t just what CC Sabathia said the other night — “It’s kind of weak, to me … just shows what they’ve got over there” — when he decried Eduardo Nunez’s bunting against him in the top of the first inning.
It was the target of those barbs.
The Red Sox.
I’m starting my 20th year writing a column based in our fair city this month, and just typing that sentence out I am immediately curious what 24-year-old me would have thought about that. Actually, I know what he would have thought: “What the heck took you/me/us so long?”
(NOTE: 24-year-old me
Someone who works for the Mets walked up to me at the Subway Series the other day and said, “Money, again? Really? Aren’t we past that by now?”
And here’s the thing: Maybe in a fair world, everyone would be past that by now. In a fair world, Bernard Madoff would
This never had happened before. Look, I grew up a sports fan in the extreme. I was obsessive. And cared way too much. I had my heroes, you bet, and because I’m lucky enough to do the job I do, I got to meet just about all of them at
The trophy, of course, was permanently retired the moment Alex Rodriguez did. A-Rod was the single most polarizing athlete New York ever has known. There were others before him. As we will soon discuss, there are others presently playing.
But Rodriguez was a class unto himself. He was alternately dazzling and
I’m not at Fenway Park this weekend. There was a time when saying those words would have been sacrilege, impossible to believe given the way the emotions (and occasionally blood) flowed in the early- and mid-2000s.
I was on a radio show in Boston the other day, and the host took
When Aaron Judge barged on past Joe DiMaggio on Friday, blasting his 30th home run and breaking the Yankee Clipper’s rookie record — a mark that only had stood for 81 years — it was simply another reaffirmation of how valuable an addition Judge has been. And not just for
Every now and again, we need a little reminder of something that should be self-evident: Going to a ballgame is supposed to be fun. It is supposed to be a blast, not a bore.
It is part of the reason why I always will have a hard time getting 100 percent
Well, Steve Kerr certainly knows how to ruin a good thing with a generous helping of common sense mixed liberally with sarcasm.
All this talk from the NBA’s old school, about how this team (the Showtime Lakers!) or that team (the Michael Jordan Bulls!) or those other teams (the ’67 Sixers!
June 2 passed quietly Friday. The baseball teams both lost. The NBA and NHL finals took breathers. People either wrung their hands about Odell Beckham Jr. missing more voluntary workouts, or pondered wringing the necks of people who believe OBJ blowing off OTAs is OMG.
Even Knicks fans probably didn’t realize