By Sean Quinn
Mike Mularkey’s plan backfired. Actually, it was more of a back draft. Rusted-out Ford Pintos backfire, but the second-year head coach’s unwarranted suspension of veteran Eric Moulds did something far worse – it didn’t fire up his team, instead, it engulfed and burned the soon-to-be former Buffalo Bills head coach.
And rightfully so.
By Sean Quinn
There’s only one way the BCS will get off the hook this year – if Reggie Bush doesn’t win the Heisman Trophy.
Fast forward 20, no 30 years from now. Suzanne Somers will cover the remaining five percent of her body in plastic, Freddy Adu will be one year away from reaching his potential and Flintstones Vitamins, not steroids, will be the latest drug used by MLB sluggers. More foolish, though, is the fact that the best college football player of most people’s lifetime didn’t win the Heisman Trophy. It’s just as foolish as Citizen Kane not winning the Oscar in 1941.
By: Sean Quinn
This is hardly what Dr. Daryl Gross had in mind in his first season as Syracuse’s athletic director. He probably expected the losses to the Virginia’s and Florida State’s of college football, but neither he nor anyone predicted the worst season in SU football history.
By: Sean Quinn
We forget to take out the trash. We forget to pick up the in-laws from the airport. We forget to bring home dinner. These are all reasonable slip-ups, (to men anyhow). Forgetting about USC’s 29-straight wins, though, is something that is not only unreasonable but stupid.
The BCS slipped up like it has for every week of its weak eight-year existence. That was expected. Hearing people agree with the latest ratings, in which Texas was ranked ahead of the two-time defending national champions, wasn’t expected.
By: Sean Quinn
It’s easy to be the Cleveland Indians right now. Not quite as easy as Paris Hilton on a first date, but compared to other A.L. clubs, fairly easy.
The Chicago White Sox are in the midst of a colossal collapse – the likes of which haven’t been seen since the meltdown of Joan Rivers’ face. The Boston Red Sox are starting another 86-year streak, or at least should be after losing five of nine to the Devil Rays this season. The New York Yankees are figuring out how they wasted $200 million, when all they really needed was Bubba Crosby. And the Angels and Athletics are fighting for bragging rights in the state of California.
By: Sean Quinn
If you like hope refer to the 2004 Boston Red Sox. If you like miracles refer to the 1980 U.S. Hockey Team. The miracle of hope, though, can’t be found in any sports arena or stadium. It can’t be found in any athlete or come from any performance-enhancing drug. The miracle of hope can only be found in blessed individuals. And no miracle has ever seen so much hope as in the heart and spirit of Hunter Kelly.
By Sean Quinn
Mike Tyson is a lucky man. You may not think so right away, but think about it. He’s lucky Memphis has bells. He’s lucky he drew referee Eddie Cotton three years ago when Lennox Lewis persistently pummeled him to take the throne as Heavyweight Champion. Mike Tyson is damn lucky. Because if I had been refereeing that fight, Tyson would have been buried right then and there in that ring, joining his career that had already been six-feet under since 1990.
I believe in the mercy rule, but only in coach-pitch softball. There shouldn’t be a mercy rule for Mike Tyson. Not after his sad, sorry, pathetic waste of a life. Lewis should have submerged Tyson into a place where all monsters eventually end up after their time on earth.
By Sean Quinn
After Michael Jordan retired in 1998, the Chicago Bulls fell apart faster than Michael Jackson’s latest nose. More recently, after Shaquille O’Neal’s departure from Hollywood, the Los Angeles Lakers crumbled like a cupcake in the mammoth claws of Rosie O’Donnell.
Sports teams, professional and collegiate, aren’t built to dominate for long periods of time. When they do, though, it’s often due to one player, and fans relish these dynasties for as long as they can because, like a Jennifer Lopez marriage, they don’t last. That’s why the Yankees are so special. That’s why the run by the UCLA men’s basketball team in the 60s and 70s is so spectacular. Perhaps the most impressive, but unheralded streak is buried beneath the wintry weather and smothering snowfall in upstate New York, where Syracuse’s 22-year run of consecutive lacrosse Final Fours, came to an end earlier this week.
By Sean Quinn
Usually, when 100 players get drafted before you, the media doesn’t pay that much attention to you. Usually, though, the 101st pick in the NFL Draft doesn’t have as much talent as Maurice Clarett.
The story from this year’s draft won’t be how much of a gamble the Denver Broncos took on Clarett, but what a steal they got with the final pick of the first round.
By Sean Quinn
We can’t fathom what it is like to be Tiger Woods. We can grasp what talent it takes and what ability it takes to be the greatest golfer in history, but we can’t fully understand what it is like to be that mentally focused.
We can’t comprehend his mentality that always strives for perfection. The mentality that tears down a golf swing that propelled him to 200-plus straight weeks as the number one ranked golfer in the world, and builds it up again as if it were a TLC remodeling project. We haven’t seen any athlete who has the mental capacity of Woods and we probably never will.