I met a remarkable youngster the other day. He was mowing the lawn on my other house when I ashed my cigar on his visor. He looked up and we seemed to connect through his detached retina... I looked into his eye and I thought "poor people are smelly", and thenI ran back into my house. It was then that I realized that the indigent also look funny. It's not just their odor, or if you throw money at them and watch them scramble. We are all people, and we are all capable of awful prose.
I work for Sports Illustrated or ESPN, and yet I am barely literate. We have all lived through the Vietnam War, correct? What a war. At least we won the right to view color TV. And that is what this column is about. I am not very bright. I hope that makes you chuckle... because frankly that is all I have left. My next door neighbor has heard of cancer. You should be crying by now. If not, well, you have no heart... I think that things that make people sad are just as sad as the industry that creates sadness. Chew on that... and then be sad for a while... but not too long. Because sadness is really the definition of sa + d and that is just sports in a nutshell.
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