Arian Foster might not be one of your favorite athletes, but he should be. Consider the following. Not only has the 25-year-old running back reinvented what it means to exceed expectations, he’s done so while breathing desperately craved life into a stale NFL caricature as woeful as it’s become predictable. Still not convinced? Read on.
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In a few hours the Miami Heat and Oklahoma City Thunder will tip off for Game 2 of the Finals, and I feel as though I have to go ahead and initiate a pre-emptive strike in preparation for the feedback that will inevitably follow if LeBron James doesn’t walk away with a win. Should we even concern ourself with the man’s perceived passivity? No, because it’s never been the problem.
As has become tradition, The Good Point decided to skip the border and travel south for coverage of the Grapefruit League. It was a long and tiresome trek from the snow-soaked streets of Ontario, but one as worth it as ever. I actually type right now from the over-air conditioned confines of a Barnes & Noble cafeteria in Clearwater, forcing down the remains of a slice of cheesecake left to stagnate behind the counter late into the night.
As you may have noticed, things look a lot different around here. We’ve opened the doors, but there are still things details to fix. Our apologies for anyone seeing things a little funny (or not at all), we’re working on fixing those details.