So, you say this is about “freedom,” Djokovic? OK. You are free to leave Australia. This is a farce, and Djokovic has no valid case or argument. Double fault.
It won’t take long to find the truth about Antonio Brown’s meltdown. The question is how big a stink, if any, the NFLPA will make. I don’t mean that as a cheap shot at the NFLPA. The union exists to represent players. Injured? The diagnosis is looking more and more like “Grade Three Butt Hurt” about not getting the ball enough. Surprised?
The USFL is getting the band back together, and I will sheepishly admit I’m onboard. It was a solid product in the early 80s until Donald Trump effed it up. Foreshadowing? The eight-team league will play a 10-game regular season starting April 16. Spring forward! Four head coaches were hired yesterday:
Mike Riley, New Jersey Generals. You can’t start (or re-start) a league without my man Riles! He’s like “Guitar Man”—he’s just got to find another place to play.
Todd Haley, Tampa Bay Bandits. (I still have an old Bandits t-shirt. Or at least I still do if BB has not thrown it out along with my ratty underwear.)
Bart Andrus, Philadelphia Stars. Longtime respected coordinator.
Kevin Sumlin, Houston Gamblers. Longtime grifter and con man.
Hey, Clinton Portis! You need coolin’. Baby, I’m not foolin’…Six months in the federal hole, followed by six months of home confinement for the former NFL running back. Seems the feds take a dim view of embezzlement. Clint finally (after months of denial) copped to fraudulently collecting $100,000 from a health care benefits program for retired NFL vets. Remember when Portis used to dress up like fictional characters for his weekly press conferences? Let’s see, there was “Dolemite Jenkins,” and “Southeast Jerome.” Wonder what character he’ll invent in federal prison, and if the other guests will like it.