MMA's next true hero
After the appalling rantings and ravings of
After being knocked loopy in short order by 7-foot 2-inch
Now, a food fight is a splendid idea, and this space eagerly anticipates the gristle and barbecue sauce that will be slathered on the mat by the time this sucker wheezes to a conclusion. (Simmons is 47 years old, 6-feet 5-inches tall, and weighs in at a stout 330 pounds.) But think about it: what better way for Canseco to redeem his image as a self-serving squealer who would sell-out his very own mother than to become Tomato Canseco -- MMA's version of the Washington Generals?
We're not suggesting that he deliberately throw fights in comedic fashion. MMA must remain legit, after all. But given that the early results from Canseco's career -- losses to
No doubt you're despondent that the U.S. came up short at the World Pea Shooting Championships at the village green in Witcham, England. The Brits, however, are
For those skeptics out there who believe that this space is nothing more than the deluded ravings of a mothball addict --
Now this space loves a good ghost story as much as the next muscatel-swilling stupe on the stoop, but it's not too hard to debunk this one. Wierd voices are often heard in hotels -- whether the voices be in the throes of knockin' boots or heated arguments, or simply because some punk kid is blasting
Strange race, we humans. One of the great existential questions is surely: what kind of individual gets his jollies from running wild-eyed down a narrow street
In this year's annual
With a flood of injuries and continuing indifferent or circus-worthy play by their swarthy men of virtue in white, blue and orange, Mets fans have become a surly lot these days. Apparently they've taken to booing the big red apple that rises from behind the centerfield wall at Citi Field whenever a Met "hits a dinger" as we say in the sports cliche factory. In this particular case, the fruit failed to materialize on Sunday after
Continuing in our vein of stark human drama, we have
For those who despair that there is no justice in this world, Paiva -- who is reportedly a convicted bank robber -- was caught by the long arm of the law and forced to pay $4,000 restitution, a lousy return considering he peddled them for $450. But such are the pitfalls of the sports memorabilia biz.
Our "source" with intimate knowledge of the cocktail franks at the "swank" Mandarin Oriental in New York City found it highly interesting that San Antonio Spur
Everyone fancies themselves a writer. Don't lie to us. You do, too. And chances are you're sitting there white-knuckled, your brow creased with rage and determination as you swear that you could put to shame the meathead who churns out this sad excuse for a column.
Well, Buck-O, here's your chance. Merely deposit your pearly prose, bons mots and trenchant commentary in the handy space-time portal on your right (our left) and click Send. We'll be feeling shame in no time and you'll be on your way to seeing your name and words in this space next week. You'll be the envy of your neighborhood and sting from all the backslaps. Community leaders will hail you as a lamp unto everyone's feet. Complete strangers will buy you drinks and offer to take you to potato races. Your life will never be the same.
Just try it and see. We wouldn't steer you wrong. We have a GPS system attached to our keyboard.