It is customary within the writing profession to come up with a Christmas gift list for everybody we have written about in the sporting community over the past year.
So Drew Brees, recent practitioner of the pass into triple-coverage, this week used Paul Tagliabue's Solomonic decision to vacate the Bountygate player suspensions to milk the public's disdain of NFL Commissioner Roger Goodell. Drew, old buddy, a pretty smart guy once told me that when you point a finger at somebody, you still have three fingers pointing back at you, thumb notwithstanding.
Paul Tagliabue's decision Tuesday to vacate discipline against current and former Saints players in the Bountygate episode was the right one, but it is disappointing that Commissioner Roger Goodell did not make it when he had the chance. Regular readers to this column will recall my September 12 column in which I climbed up on the commissioner's throne and pretended I had the power.
After the Saints had lost their first three games, I wrote a column titled "Beware when the Saints start playing for pride." Ladies and Gentlemen, I have the sad duty to report that after Sunday's 52-27 butt-kicking by the defending world champions, for the rest of the season our local heroes will be playing for pride.
I am torn when reading stories like the tragic murder-suicide of Kansas City Chiefs'' player Jovan Belcher. My first reaction is sadness that such a thing can occur at all, no matter who is involved. But my emotions move to resentment that a real-world event has invaded our little sanctum sanctorum that sports provides us.
I always enjoy getting away from the realities of sports to watch my daughter compete in horse shows.
San Francisco 49ers win reminded New Orleans Saints of WereDat’s
It started out as a father's way of getting his 16-year-old son motivated, but it ended on Thanksgiving Day with so much more.
People who assume I have inside knowledge about the New Orleans Saints ask me all the time why the team can't get a contract done with their head coach.
Saturday in the Southeastern Conference was a day unlike many other in the storied history of the gulf south football trust.