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There was never a bad time to go to Foley’s, of course, but the very best were those late hours each January after the baseball writers’ dinner, because that’s when the very best element of Foley’s was on display. There were writers crowding those tables, of course, some of them dressed in their once-a-year black-tie …
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Well, look: We are nothing if not kind and generous souls here at Open Mike, so it’s probably best that you hear it from us: Sunday night is going to stink. If you are a Knicks fan, and if you are enjoying “The Last Dance” on ESPN, then you know that the inevitable is likely …
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Well, I guess this is one way to stanch our disappointing string of championship-free seasons around here: stop having any kinds of seasons. I prefer the alternative, even if it takes place in an alternate universe, a fantasy world in which we are allowed to have the sports year of our dreams. What would that …
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Arthur Rothenberg was a Giants fan, and he was also married to Nancy for 61 years, so there came a time when he was talking to his son, Dave, about the seminal year of 1958. Dave Rothenberg is one of the hosts of “Humpty, Canty and Rothenberg,” the midday show on 98.7 ESPN radio. He …
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We are all looking for ways to Fill the Void right now. There are missions both noble (for me: clean the attic!) and trivial (for me: filling inexplicable pop-culture voids by planned binge-watching of “The Simpsons” and “The Office”). We can pretend to be excited if we can pull in a cricket match somewhere deep …
There was never a bad time to go to Foley’s, of course, but the very best were those late hours each January after the baseball writers’ dinner, because that’s when the very best element of Foley’s was on display. There were writers crowding those tables, of course, some of them dressed in their once-a-year black-tie …
