IN MY OPINION
David J. Neal: Miami Heat must play matador and slay Chicago Bulls
Can the Heat please put this series out of our misery Wednesday night?
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The Heat gets who in the NBA Eastern Conference finals? Indiana? What, no (censored) Knicks?
Can the Heat please put this series out of our misery Wednesday night?
Sunday is Mother’s Day. Back when Foyt, Andrettis and Unsers defined auto racing in this country, that often meant Saturday would have been scheduled to be the first day of Indianapolis 500 qualifying, Pole Day. To me, Pole Day was the real Mother’s Day.
Now comes the game Heat fans should be nervous about: Game 2, at home, down 1-0 to Chicago.
The Dolphins sounded more like losers on this spring Sunday than they usually do on fall Sundays.
The Heats new kid fits. Thats not always a lock, either in a school or in the schoolyard of a professional sports locker room.
You can gauge how the golfing public feels about Tiger Woods game by how long it takes to answer this question: For this weeks Masters, are you taking Tiger or The Field?
Boo Weekley teed off at the Honda Classic at 6:45 a.m. Thursday as the pre-dawn darkness faded. The last Boo Weekley Honda Classic round anybody remembers ended in near darkness of sunset.
Hard to watch, now, isnt it? Nobody ever thought just the sight of those bland Penn State uniforms and that craggy guy with the Poindexter glasses on the sideline could make skin crawl.
Saturday night at Sun Life Stadium, a stop of the World Soccer Masters Tour, set up like a dream of the late Joe Robbie:
Little redeems as well as the polish of time. Damaging flaws become annoying quirks, abilities get exaggerated into superhuman powers, and it all seems so rosy.
The Heat and Oklahoma City get two days off before Sundays NBA Finals Game 3. No off days, however, for the sports conspiracy crowd that looks at the NBA the way the John Birch Society looks at the past 70 years.
All the athletic health buzzwords evaluations, significant progress and premature departed Heat coach Erik Spoelstras mouth regarding the possible Game 5 return of Chris Bosh and settled into a loop of attempted vague.
The phrase, repeated by Heat coach Erik Spoelstra on Wednesday, acts as calming admonition to the panicky among Heat followers and a warning to the brash.
Which way will he go? Which way will he go?