No argument there. So many of those guys either spend it all or get fleeced by thieves disguised as money managers.
No argument there. So many of those guys either spend it all or get fleeced by thieves disguised as money managers.
It seems endemic to athletes who make the big, big money. I knew a guy who played with Allen Iverson who said he carried at least $30,000 in cash whenever he went out. Spent most of it, too. Now look where he is. They think the money is endless, until it isn’t.
Such a shame about Holyfield, Tyson et al. They could’ve been like the Romneys and had family wealth for generations. But you know as soon as you hear about one of those guys selling the mansion, it’s over.
Last I heard, Romney was worth about $200 million. Holyfield probably made more than that in purses but has very little left. I might be wrong on both counts, but the point is Holyfield squandered millions.
Sad thing is that at one time, Holyfield was probably worth more than Romney.
It’s ignorance. Somebody at UA saw the image somewhere and had no idea of its historical context.. Art least I'm hoping it’s not because they understood but didn’t care.
“When I watch videos like that, I feel like I never grew up.”
Is it already Take Your Child to Work Day again?
Collins joins Morris Claiborne as another Cowboy who had a negative pre-draft test.
What a life. Until last night, he never seemed to age.
You’re too kind.
Not a vet, but I’m with you on military heroism.
I meant no harm.
Praise from Caesar.
That was Neymar’s Venezuelan cousin, Lumbar.
Well, looks like I need to let my daughter know that the Holocaust survivors she’s going to meet on her class trip to Germany this summer are a bunch of phonies.
I don’t have time to read the full rebuttal. Just tell me if there are any texts where Jim Nantz is referred to as “The Fellator.”
Unless they’re marrying or burying, I have no need for ties. Thank God for casual corporate America. Nothing but cheap polos, ill-fitting khakis and brown shoes.
Heh.
Do not go quietly into that good night, William Hung. Keep on banging, my man.