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By Lyle Fitzsimmons - It’s official. I know nothing about sports.
And while I realize that’s a conclusion several message-board and blog jockeys have been happy to announce at myriad points since the column went weekly in 2007, it was a finality I realized only Sunday while watching the last of the weekend’s four NFL playoff games.
As I told my wife at the close of the Denver-Pittsburgh game (and if you haven’t seen it, you ought to) I was so sure of the Steelers’ superiority going in that I’d have bet anything – my house, my dog, my son… her – that the Tim Tebow phenomenon would be snuffed to the tune of, say, 27-3.
Make no mistake, I’m a Tebow fan. I live in the epicenter of all things Gator. The aforementioned son was born in Gainesville during No. 15’s last championship football season. And one of my side jobs takes me to the campus a few times a week to cover the men’s basketball team.
But in spite of that immersion and affection, a Broncos’ win Sunday was simply an impossibility.
Mark it down. Couldn’t happen.
Period.
Ummm… yeah.
Anyway, as it relates to boxing, the jaw-dropping nature of the football conclusion got me thinking about the handful of times I’ve walked into a boxing match – either literally in person, or figuratively on television – so sure of its outcome that I’d wager my most prized possessions. [Click Here To Read More]
And while I realize that’s a conclusion several message-board and blog jockeys have been happy to announce at myriad points since the column went weekly in 2007, it was a finality I realized only Sunday while watching the last of the weekend’s four NFL playoff games.
As I told my wife at the close of the Denver-Pittsburgh game (and if you haven’t seen it, you ought to) I was so sure of the Steelers’ superiority going in that I’d have bet anything – my house, my dog, my son… her – that the Tim Tebow phenomenon would be snuffed to the tune of, say, 27-3.
Make no mistake, I’m a Tebow fan. I live in the epicenter of all things Gator. The aforementioned son was born in Gainesville during No. 15’s last championship football season. And one of my side jobs takes me to the campus a few times a week to cover the men’s basketball team.
But in spite of that immersion and affection, a Broncos’ win Sunday was simply an impossibility.
Mark it down. Couldn’t happen.
Period.
Ummm… yeah.
Anyway, as it relates to boxing, the jaw-dropping nature of the football conclusion got me thinking about the handful of times I’ve walked into a boxing match – either literally in person, or figuratively on television – so sure of its outcome that I’d wager my most prized possessions. [Click Here To Read More]
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