Larry Hazzard calls it the “Curse of Boxing.”
Ed Rubbert chuckled when I mentioned it.
As far as I’ve been able to tell, the only time there is any friction in the Eagles’ locker room is when a 300-pound offensive lineman decides to wear corduroys.
One of my buddies took a trip to Las Vegas a few months back, ventured into the Venetian sports book and bet $25 on the Eagles to win the Super Bowl at 60-1 odds.
The best high school coaches are those who get the most out of their players.
Until two weeks ago, the biggest Marlin I’d ever encountered was 6-foot-6, 245-pound slugger Giancarlo Stanton.
A lot of fans claim to live and die with the Eagles.
As part of Major League Baseball’s “Players Weekend,” players were invited to put nicknames on the back of their special jerseys.
Veteran boxing referee Robert Byrd will be officiating Saturday’s Floyd Mayweather Jr.-Conor McGregor fight at the T-Mobile Arena in Las Vegas.
Barnett impresses at camp, while jury out on Blount
If the Eagles wind up making the playoffs this season, you can thank Howie Roseman.
Some people have beer muscles. After downing a couple of mugs of Cape May IPA, they’re ready to take on the winner of the Floyd Mayweather Jr.-Conor McGregor fiasco, er, fight.
One of the most popular items in Stockton University’s bookstore is a T-shirt that reads “Stockton Football: Undefeated since 1969.”
Las Vegas oddsmakers list the Philadelphia Eagles’ over-under at eight wins for the upcoming season.
Pete Rose might set another record if he’s inducted into the Phillies’ Wall of Fame as scheduled Aug. 12.
Tentative plans call for me to celebrate turning 60 next year by playing golf at Pebble Beach and its surrounding courses.
In poker parlance, I’m the equivalent of that 926-pound mako the captain and crew of the Jenny Lee hooked in Hudson Canyon last weekend.
I was up the creek with a paddle a few days ago.
The invitation arrived via email a few days ago.
Oakcrest High School has produced some outstanding athletes over the years.
As soon as referee Mark Nelson raised Jeff Horn’s arm in victory early Sunday morning after his fight against Manny Pacquiao, social media was filled with a mix of outrage and indignation.
As if Fourth of July weekend traffic wasn’t already crazy and crowded, my neighborhood is filled with yard sales.
If I had my druthers, I’d never play golf alone.
In mid-April, when the Phillies looked as if they would at least be respectable this season, me and my fellow members of the Lower Township Optimist Club created a fundraiser that would offer tickets in a luxury suite for a game later in the season.
It’s been a while.
I’ve been blessed and lucky enough to receive a few awards over the years.