It is Super Bowl Week. It is Super Bowl L, or for those who have abandoned their ties to the Roman Empire, Super Bowl 50. I have been around for all of these games, the first several of which were rather bland affairs, poorly played and lacking much suspense.
My father was a wildly enthusiastic football fan, and during the season, Sunday afternoons in our house revolved around the NY Giants. My dad had great disdain for the people who lived across the street because they liked that "new" team -- the Jets.
Geno Smith is not a leader. Period. It would have been simply inconceivable for a Peyton Manning or a Joe Namath or [enter here the name of any great QB] to be shown such disrespect and punched for an off the field reason by a teammate.
The Super Bowl is only days away, yet if you open the sports pages, there's not much real football being written about. The rancor surrounding the game sounds more like a scripted build-up to a WWE WrestleMania than the biggest game in legitimate American sports.
The Wedding Ringer isn't innovative, but ultimately it's a crowd-pleasing movie. Hart, with his command of social media, will get fans in theater seats. Garelick's writing/direction coupled with the cast's high jinks will keep audiences laughing.
The Rex Ryan era ended this Sunday after the miserable 43-23 loss to the Buffalo Bills at Met Life Stadium. Whether the once brash, Super-Bowl pledging, "ain't here to kiss Bill Belichick's rings" coach is put out of his misery now or at season's end ultimately make little difference.
The golfing spotlight is back on Rory McIlroy and rightfully so. The 25-year-old Irish lad put on a stellar performance that left him holding the coveted Claret Jug on Sunday afternoon, and put to rest any doubts that he has emerged from his recent slump.
It is worth keeping in mind, though, that after every catastrophic phase, after every setback, both Greece and the NY Jets have managed to survive, recover and, on occasion, prosper. Both Greeks and Gang Green nation are nothing but truly resilient.
Like many other things in life, I've decided I just don't have the time nor the energy to put up with this stuff anymore. Once a loyal fan and a witness of the Joe Namath, Emerson Boozer, Don Maynard-era JETS, I now feel disenfranchised!