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.
On July 12, Saul “Canelo” Alvarez and Erislandy Lara are fighting in Las Vegas. While technically not a title fight, it’s considered the de facto championship bout at 154 lbs.
You’ll notice the ratings for this World Cup are highest in the Northeast, where folks try rather hard to look most enlightened. And you may also notice by the time the U.S. team lost to Belgium, some of them had already jumped ship.
LeBron James singularly orchestrated the Big Three union. And now that he has opted out of his Miami Heat contract, he’s once again the Alpha Male of pro sports. Teams are scrambling to find the proper finances and expiring contracts, flipping over cushions for salary cap coin.
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, rubbing his thumb and forefinger, a metaphor for counting his cash.