In a deeply felt opinion piece for a free newspaper, the bellowing goofus who leads the J-E-T-S chants at Jets games makes a farewell address to his team and his legions of mostly imaginary fans. Also he's not going away, probably.
The jokes are right there when it comes to Jeffrey Loria's recent situationist prank/gutting of the Miami Marlins. But even with baseball's evilest muppet acting his evilest in the middle of it all, it's tough to laugh at the latest bit of avant-garde shamelessness from baseball's worst owner. Tough, but not impossible.
In January of 1955, a then-fledgling Sports Illustrated sent William Faulkner to a Rangers/Canadiens game at the old Madison Square Garden. The resulting essay is brief, great, and exactly as Faulkner At A Hockey Game as you'd expect.
The New York City Marathon is off, which is as it should be. But that it came so close to being run with the city still devastated in the wake of Hurricane Sandy speaks to a number of daunting divisions and distances.