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The Giants can't catch a break. Just as Brandon Jacobs declared that his leg feels good and that he expects to play tomorrow night against Denver, we learn that Ahmad Bradshaw likely won't be available because of a sprained left ankle sustained against Atlanta on Sunday. And the Giants' "healthy" running back, Danny Ware, has all of one game under his belt since returning from his own injury.
After Thanksgiving, we're commencing a "fun" project here at The Sports Section: We're going to go see every New York City college basketball team play a home game. (First up: Next Thursday, Central Connecticut State at St. Francis. Feel the excitement.) Most of these teams will be horrible, a couple (Long Island, Columbia) could be decent, but we're mostly excited about St. John's.
Last night's premiere of the Yankees' World Series film at the Ziegfeld Theatre was the rah-rah affair you'd expect it to be. The fans in attendance cheered at just about every cheerable moment — and if you've ever seen one of these films before, you know there's one every two minutes or so. And unlike most swanky movie premieres, the red carpet here was reserved for Joe Girardi and Brian Cashman (both clad in jeans), the Yankees' announcers, and, weirdly, a solitary non-baseball celebrity: Timothy Busfield. (Chalk it up to Thanksgiving week, we guess.) Plus, they were selling beer in the lobby. But somehow, Michael Kay found a way to play Debbie Downer during his pre-film remarks.
Would you believe that this man had a threesome and tried to cover it up? It strikes us as vaguely unlikely. He's not a wide receiver, after all.
He's thinner than this now … but not THAT much.
When we were just out of college and had all that stoned free time, we would sometimes, just to boost our low self-esteem, play epically unfair sports video-game mismatches. You know, our 1985 Chicago Bears against an NFL Europe team, that sort of thing. (The image of a lonely post-grad making himself feel better by destroying a computer opponent on a video game is painfully pathetic, we're fully aware.) It was funny to see how physical dominance could be simulated in a video game: Our Bears were faster, stronger, bigger, and, as far as we know, better at math. It was like simulating a fight between vintage-era Mike Tyson and this guy.
Marian Gaborik scored twice, but got some help for once.
We here at The Sports Section have been worried about the Rangers lately. We've bemoaned their bad offensive habits, which have led to a slumping power play and general lack of scoring. And just yesterday we wondered what exactly was going on with Sean Avery. So last night was a welcome sight: seven straight goals in a 7–4 win over Columbus — a wild game that saw ten goals scored in the first two periods. It was the first time in four games that anyone besides Marian Gaborik or Vinny Prospal scored, and Avery himself netted two of those goals, his first since scoring two in his second game of the season on October 12.
There are plenty of reasons the Rangers have only won four of their last fourteen games. Henrik Lundqvist hasn't been stealing many games, for example, and just about every forward not named Gaborik or Prospal is mired in a season-long slump. But here's a question to ponder: Who's that well-mannered guy in the No. 16 jersey, and what did he do with Sean Avery?
The Natrix very nearly died in its infancy over the past three weeks. On Halloween night, Nate Robinson severely sprained his right ankle against the 76ers and left the Garden on crutches. (He blamed the injury on being "caught wearing low-tops.") Upon his return two weeks later, his play and his playing time began a steady slide. He shot three-for-nine with four turnovers in 23 minutes in a loss to Golden State, then one-for-four in twelve minutes against Indiana last Wednesday. With the Knicks front office batting their eyelids at Allen Iverson, Nate's days as the team's go-to undersize scoring guard seemed set to expire. Matters hit rock bottom on Saturday against the Nets, when, apparently just for giggles, Nate tossed in a three-pointer at the wrong basket as the clock ran out in the first quarter. The shot didn't count, but Mike D'Antoni was hotter than coal tar on an August afternoon (he's from West Virginia; we assume this is how he talks), and Nate played only three minutes the rest of the way. Then, yesterday afternoon against the Celtics, the clouds parted.
Remember all that fuss last week about Bill Belichick going for it on fourth and two? Well, the good thing about being a Giants fan is that you never have to worry about calls like that. Our team doesn't like going for it on third down.
We're going to assume that most of you, the ones who keep half a wary eye on the Knicks from time to time but generally are just waiting around until 2010 to start paying attention (we do not blame you for this, at all), will not be watching many more Knicks games now that they decided not to sign Allen Iverson. This is rational behavior. But they're still out there playing and, all told, they didn't have themselves that bad of a weekend.
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