Sports was a huge part of growing up in my day, a simpler time. We listened to masters of verbal poetry like Vin Scully and Bob Prince and Mel Allen on the radio and used our imagination. We boys idolized Mickey Mantle, Johnny Unitas and others. Mantle on his worst days with hangovers was more honorable and charitable that these guys. And you never knew who the hell he voted for.
In the old days, if a youngster met a pro athlete, they would rarely let you down. They drank, caroused, and chased women, living to excess, and left everything they had on the field. They played hard and we believed in them. They were men, real men. Many of them were veterans.
This stuff today is sad and pathetic. Who gives a flying damn about Lebron James?
You saying LeBron ain’t being a man? Not an attack, just a opening for convo.