Deckhead:

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I wrote my first-ever column on Nov. 3, 2005, about how Zinedine Zidane is the greatest athlete since Michael Jordan’s second (mid-1998) retirement, if not one of the greatest ever. In that column, I expounded, “you just don’t know sports until you’ve seen the legend in his No. 10 France jersey, putting on an absolute soccer spectacle. Don’t make the same mistake I did. Don’t miss the chance to see him in June.”

Deckhead:

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So, I’m sitting on my couch watching the Giants game last weekend, when out of nowhere, a clip flashes on the screen between plays.

“I like to think some of the guys today are emulating me,” the face says with a smile.

Deckhead:

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You’ve seen the bone-crushing hits on YouTube and the disgusting injuries on ESPN and other networks. You’ve definitely stumbled upon a game while looking for another show, but continued without giving it a second thought. It’s the only game I know of where, for 80 minutes, you can kick, throw and run with the ball, stand on top of your teammates, dive, hit someone … all without pads and uninterrupted play. I’m talking about Rugby.