Dark Garden, A-Rod the Met & Yankee pitching . . .
Once the Knicks ended their season the other night, Madison Square Garden was officially dark, until the fall, for both them and the Rangers. The last time it happened at
Garden was eight years ago. Now it happens again. Not only don’t the Knicks and Rangers not have any official games for more than six months, neither one of them has a head coach right now and, well, make up your own joke on that one. For the last time (at least for now): The way the Masters played out late Sunday afternoon, with
trying to shoot a 62 at Augusta and catch and
making that birdie on the 72nd hole to make Reed make a par to get the green jacket, just shows you that golf can still be pretty great even when finishes in a tie for 32nd place.
Though I really did think that television was going to cover Tiger all the way to the airport.
Here is what wrote the other day after getting popped for four games by the NFL for performance-enhancing drugs, and stop me if you feel as if you’ve heard this one before:
“I was blindsided by the news and I want to say unequivocally that I have never cheated or attempted to gain a competitive advantage by using a banned performance enhancing substance.”
knows, and the Mets know, and just about everybody who doesn’t like to rewrite history the way Alex does, knows, that there was a better chance of
being a Met in 2001 than of him being one.
There is a reason why Rodriguez ended up in Texas:
They offered him more money than anyone else did. Like, way more. In fact, they offered him exactly twice as much as the $126 million the Timberwolves had paid
at the time, which meant that our Alex had scored exactly twice as much as Garnett after Garnett had the biggest contract around.
Three years later, the Rangers unloaded Rodriguez’s contract to the Yankees, because they had no chance to build a winning team around him.
Now he regrets not going with the Mets. Got it.
When Rodriguez took a called third strike to end the 2010 American League Championship Series, one that put the Rangers in the World Series at last, veteran baseball writer turned to me and said, “The Rangers wanted Alex to put them in the Series. He finally has.” Because the Red Sox twice didn’t have to bat in the bottom of the 9th against the Yankees this past week, it means they hit in 25 innings against our guys from 161st St.
In the process, they produced 27 runs. It’s kind of a lot. Then the Yankees went to Detroit on Friday night and allowed six more.
At least so far, then, you have to say their pitchers are ahead of hardly anybody’s hitters.
Nobody is writing him off, and he may turn out to be a big pitcher for the Yankees this season, but sometimes you look at and think you really are watching the second coming of
had an amazing season, and so did his team, but he’s not the MVP in pro basketball because still is.
In addition to everything else he did this season, and the way he looked like an even better player than ever — after already establishing himself as the best all-around player ever — he even managed to play all 82 games. At 33. And if he somehow does make it to the NBA Finals for the 8th consecutive time, with two different teams — and essentially leading two different Cavs teams this season — it would stand with the greatest accomplishments in NBA history. That it’s, that’s all. My old Daily News running mate
is hosting a pre-NFL draft event at Foley’s (18 West 33rd) on Tuesday at 7 p.m.
and be his guests on the panel. No cover charge. They’ll talk quarterbacks — who better than Ernie? — and Jets and Giants and one of the most anticipated drafts for the two New York/ Jersey teams ever.
Sounds like it will be more fun than the whole season was at MetLife Stadium, frankly. Uh oh, after Friday night’s missile strike against Syria, we’re apparently all the way back to Mission Accomplished-ville.
I mean, what could ever possibly go wrong with a theory or a statement like that?
I keep reading and hearing that both and
are candidates to be the next coach of the Knicks and keep thinking, wait a darn second, what about my pal will